You're Welcome, It's All Our Jungle

"Leader, you're on counterpick duty. Once that kid locks in his pick, we'll choose something to crush him!"

"Bullshit! Do you think I don't know that?"

Guo Tianyin shot an annoyed glare at his teammate.

The five members of the "Slaying Immortals to Prove the Dao" team stared intently at the Lingxiao Sect's draft phase.

As luck would have it, Bai Mu was also in the fifth pick position.

With the other four members already locked in, Bai Mu's selection remained undecided until the last moment.

"Don't tell me... this guy has nothing else to play besides Yasuo?"

"Haha! The heavens are on our side!"

"Wait, didn’t Liu say this guy has a deep champion pool...?"

In the final seconds, the fifth pick finally began cycling through options.

First, it hovered over [Explorer].

"Oh? Explorer? Double marksman comp? That’s manageable..."

Then it suddenly switched to [Molten Rock Demon].

"Ugh, that ult is annoying..."

Next, it changed to [Void Terror]...

The champion kept shifting, and the team soon realized the truth.

"Damn it! He’s randoming!!!"

Lu Ze wasn’t just randoming his pick—he had even left his ban slot empty.

The five members of "Slaying Immortals to Prove the Dao" were fuming.

In the fantasy world of "Immortal vs. Demon," they couldn’t think of anything more infuriating than this!

Of course, a few seconds later, they did.

Because Lu Ze’s champion finally locked in at the last possible moment—

Teemo, the Swift Scout.

"Fck! It’s Teemo!!!"

"He’s outright mocking us!!"

"Destroy him!!!"

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On the Lingxiao Sect’s side.

"Teemo?"

Li Moran glanced at Bai Mu beside her, lips curling slightly in amusement.

"No choice, it was random... Well, maybe not entirely random?"

Lu Ze trailed off, suddenly eyeing the sky with suspicion.

Was this the work of that damn remnant of the Heavenly Dao?

"Brother Bai, you’ve got nerves of steel..."

Zhong Yi, their coach, sighed in admiration.

Thinking about the upcoming casters’ reactions, he almost laughed...

"Don’t worry, it’s our turn to carry this one!"

Zhou Yue confidently patted Lu Ze’s shoulder.

After their last match, his mind was as calm as still water.

With Lu Ze as their anchor, he was certain they couldn’t lose—even if Lu Ze had picked Teemo!

"Doesn’t matter. My Teemo is strong too."

Lu Ze smirked.

For a random pick, Teemo wasn’t the worst outcome.

Honestly, even if he’d rolled a support champion, Lu Ze wouldn’t have cared.

First, in this modified version, support champions weren’t weak.

The only unplayable one, Yuumi, hadn’t even been released yet.

If he’d gotten [Sona], he’d have gladly treated everyone to a "My Sona Q-auto one-shot" spectacle.

Second...

If not for Liu Mo’s betrayal, the Lingxiao Sect’s four wouldn’t have lost to these guys in the first place.

Even if Lu Ze just farmed, they’d still win effortlessly.

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The second match was a complete stomp.

If played as an ADC, Teemo’s laning phase was actually strong.

Lu Ze’s positioning, reflexes, and game sense...

Were all top-tier.

The enemy midlaner had picked Orianna, a meta mage who should’ve had range advantage.

Yet, Lu Ze chased her down relentlessly, forcing Guo Tianyin to cower under turret from level one.

Maybe the trauma from the last match was too deep.

Lu Ze wasn’t in a hurry, though.

Or rather, he couldn’t afford to be.

Not long ago, under the guise of celebration, he’d met with the Lingxiao Sect team.

Suspecting Liu Mo’s collusion with the demonic faction, Lu Ze had planted a hidden mark on him.

Now, he could track Liu Mo’s movements in real time—all to lure out these demonic cultivators during the finals.

Normally, Lu Ze wouldn’t bother with demonic factions joining tournaments.

Like in "Demonic Slaughter," those clowns had been nothing but a joke, failing to cause any real chaos.

But this time was different...

Using dark arts to kidnap rogue cultivators and extract their souls?

If this continued, the entire fantasy gaming scene would descend into panic!

Lu Ze had high hopes for esports as a new market. He couldn’t let these bastards ruin it!

So, before taking over the match, he’d already informed his master, Nangong Yuan.

Right now, Nangong Yuan was leading a team of experts toward Liu Mo’s location...

That’s why Lu Ze wasn’t rushing to end the game.

He needed to stall—to buy time for the elders to wipe out these demonic scum.

Unbeknownst to Guo Tianyin, despite feeling suffocated in lane, he hadn’t died yet.

Little did he know,

he’d danced on the edge of death countless times already...

Getting bullied out of lane by Teemo at level one?

Guo Tianyin was used to it by now.

As usual, Lu Ze shoved the wave and invaded the jungle, standing right in the enemy Jarvan’s face and spamming laugh.

"Brother Zhou..."

Lu Ze taunted while cheerfully calling out to Zhou Yue.

"Don’t hold back. Eat all the camps. It’s our jungle now."

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