Chapter 142: Yang Yuhuan's Breakdown

Although this wave undeniably carried a hint of kill-stealing, those two shots following up on the damage were still crucial!

Otherwise, even if the Luna hadn't been finished off by the裴擒虎, she would have most likely fallen to the Yang Yuhuan's side shortly after.

Meanwhile, inside Tiger Tooth North Wood's livestream channel.

North Wood angrily slammed his fist against the table.

"What is this Shouyue doing, seriously stealing three kills in a row from me?"

North Wood's fans flooded the chat with playful banter.

"Brother Wood, is there any possibility that you almost stole Haoran's three kills?"

"Shouyue is actually quite something. This segment is going to blow up the stream's viewer engagement."

"Brother Wood worked so hard to pull off that play, which could have been used as highlight material, but now it's only destined to serve as the background for someone else's highlight reel. Hahahahaha!"

"That Shouyue is Shark Haoran! Word has it that any streamer who bumps into him in peak match queue ends up utterly furious after the game."

Seeing the final comment pop up, North Wood looked somewhat depressed as he muttered, "Of course I knew the Shouyue was Haoran. You guys kept spamming it right from the start."

"But in my impression, wasn't Haoran supposed to be specializing in infuriating his opponents?"

......

Had North Wood actually managed to execute those plays and secure every single one of those kills, it would have been a completely different story.

However, all those kills had now landed squarely in Lin Hao's hands, instantly rocketing Lin Hao's net worth straight to first place in economic advantage!

From that moment on, Lin Hao practically made the mid lane his permanent residence.

This is precisely where a mid-game Shouyue shines brightest: after shifting to the mid lane, he sets up his sniper stance directly beneath the tower, deploys vision traps on both flanks, and while establishing complete map vision, maintains relentless pressure on the enemy mid-laner.

The opponent's mid-laner this match happened to be Yang Yuhuan, which meant the pressure was relatively lighter—after all, this was a hero equipped with built-in sustain.

Though "lighter" was a generous way to put it.

Meng Lan was currently down in the bottom lane, diligently farming to catch up.

Having traded blows with the Shouyue three times, it could be said to have been a pure test of masculine mechanical soloing. Now that he had calmed down, Meng Lan understood that as a marksman, farming and team synergy were paramount.

Duels in the bottom lane were never a solitary man's game; that was the kind of thing reserved for the clash lane.

Bottom lane confrontations ultimately boiled down to a simple five-word truth: whoever had more brothers showing up to help.

It was just that everyone had been busy brawling in the early game, leaving no spare bandwidth to look after the bottom lane.

Now that the bottom tier-one tower had fallen, and Shouyue had racked up a triple kill in the river area, the economic gap widened drastically, instantly increasing Meng Lan's financial pressure.

Rotate between mid and bottom, absorb farm, wait for the tempo to shift.

Just as Meng Lan had this thought, the voice of the Yang Yuhuan player crackled through the voice channel.

"Damn it, why is this Shouyue so freaking annoying? What kind of ridiculous accuracy is that? It's like he's using aimbot."

Meng Lan let out a soft chuckle.

A sudden sense of pleasure and camaraderie washed over him, akin to the feeling of, "So you're getting sickened by him too."

That thought merely flashed through his mind for a split second before Meng Lan heard his teammate裴擒虎 responding.

"Our team composition just doesn't have the range to deal with it. Try to weave your movement more, and avoid getting poked down in the mid lane."

"The problem is that his bullets are acting like they've grown eyes!"

The Yang Yuhuan player had fully transformed into an online keyboard warrior, sounding deeply aggrieved.

"Hey, it's fine, it's fine, don't panic. Just make sure you don't get sniped to death out in the open. Wait for me to finish clearing the side lane so we can contest the mid lane tempo together."

裴擒虎 began issuing shotcalls. "Donghuang, wait for me to arrive before stepping into the bush to check the mid lane vision. Li Yuanfang, rotate toward mid. The enemy is very likely to pressure the mid tower this wave."

No sooner had 裴擒虎 finished speaking than Yang Yuhuan's portrait suddenly greyed out.

"What the actual hell am I supposed to play!"

The Yang Yuhuan player completely lost his composure.

Meng Lan was passing by the blue buff area; originally intending to rotate, he shifted his camera angle toward the mid lane just in time to witness the entire process of Yang Yuhuan's demise.

His accuracy must have simply been too godly. Yang Yuhuan took three consecutive shots straight to the face and collapsed instantly, not even managing to cast his ultimate ability.

In truth, he should have just pressed his ultimate immediately.

Meng Lan muttered silently to himself, though he knew that once things had already transpired, any form of retrospective advice or blame was nothing more than post-game armchair quarterbacking meant to tilt the team.

Just defend the mid lane!

......

Over on Lin Hao's side, with another crisp crack of his sniper rifle, the Yang Yuhuan—caught right at the maximum effective range of his second skill—let out a miserable cry and instantly perished.

"Holy crap, three consecutive hits in a row!"

"I feel like even a ninety-percent accuracy KPL pro wouldn't look much better than this, right?"

"I don't know about his accuracy, but I do know that Yang Yuhuan's blood pressure must have hit the ceiling."

"Hahaha, Shouyue as a hero is genuinely absurd."

Lin Hao glanced at the chat stream and chuckled softly, "To be honest, this Yang Yuhuan was just clinging to wishful thinking. He figured that since I landed the first two shots, there was no way the third one would hit."

"You guys probably noticed that his hips were clearly twitching just now; he was probably trying his absolute best to juke. On the surface, he looked like he was trying to collect the final minion wave, but in reality, he was trying to outplay me in a contest of wits."

"However, wandering around with a low health bar right in front of my Shouyue shows a severe lack of respect. I'm afraid I had no choice but to be impolite."

As Lin Hao's single shot successfully sent Yang Yuhuan packing back to the fountain, his teammates began rallying to push the mid lane.

The Luna, who had just finished clearing the bottom lane objective, abandoned plans to take the secondary bottom-lane dragon upon seeing this, opting instead to group up in the mid lane to siege the tower.

Because Lin Hao had been freezing the minion wave in the mid lane while Yang Yuhuan was busy dodging sniper rounds, the mid-lane minion waves had long since clashed.

The second wave of minions was already marching close to the enemy's tier-two towers.

The Luna quietly lay in wait inside the right-side mid-lane brush.

Over on Lin Hao's side, Xishi and Taurus Demon had just wandered back from the top lane, running directly into Donghuang Taiyi.

However, Donghuang's movement was exceptionally slippery; with a swift sidestep, he aborted his plan to enter the brush from the left side of the mid lane, which simultaneously caused the pre-aimed crowd-control skills of both Xishi and Zhong Kui to whiff completely.

Naturally, abilities didn't cost money, and casting them earlier meant shorter cooldowns. Triggering a team fight right now would obviously be ideal, but if they couldn't force one, it didn't matter either. They would just wait for the minion wave to arrive and shove directly, seizing the opportunity to pressure the mid-tier tower while Yang Yuhuan was respawning.

That was what Xishi and Donghuang had in mind, except·······

Bang!

Shouyue abruptly fired a sudden shot, instantly chunking away a full third of Donghuang's health bar!

The players witnessing this spectacle all turned their heads in astonishment to stare at Baili Shouyue.

Could his accuracy really be this terrifying?

It felt like they hadn't seen him miss a single shot all game!

The chat in Lin Hao's livestream was already completely blanketed by question marks: "?"

In response, Lin Hao merely tossed out a nonchalant remark: "My hand's just warmed up."

The mid lane minion waves collided, with Zhong Kui and Xishi leading the vanguard.

The Luna began stacking her ultimate stacks off the minion wave.

Lacking poke capability, the enemy dared not step forward recklessly to clear the minions.

The only tool they had left was Li Yuanfang's ultimate, but Meng Lan, being an experienced marksman, knew he definitely couldn't position too aggressively to throw out an ultimate right now; otherwise, he would likely be greeted by a barrage of crowd control from Xishi and Zhong Kui.

The minion wave was cleared and silently retreated into the safety of the tower.

This was merely a meat-shield to absorb tower damage. On Lin Hao's side, their teammate Damo had already rushed to the mid lane in a timely manner, continuously spamming the signal to initiate an attack and preparing for a tower-dive!

As for Lin Hao, he abandoned his sniper stance beneath the tower and took a few calculated steps forward.

Is he finally going to join the team fight?

Just as this thought crossed the minds of the viewers watching Lin Hao's perspective, they saw him immediately crouch down once again.

Left with no choice but to wait for the minion wave to slowly crawl toward the tower base.