Lin Yuanmo stared at his six-dimensional map in the Hall of Glory. The peak value that was once as high as 489 was now only 312 broken sawtooths. "A disabled man with an injured hand still wants to play professionally?" "Team Tianlang picks up the rags and makes a living." Barrage taunts came like a flood. He moved his aching wrist and looked at the training machine opposite - there sat Han Cangyan, the league's number one mid laner, who ended his career in an "accidental" car accident three years ago. "The system of becoming stronger by winning the championship has been activated." A mechanical voice sounded in his mind, "In the current match, the winner will permanently rob the loser of 1 point of resistance value." Lin Yuanmo raised the corner of his mouth. He used an operational accuracy of 312 against Han Cangyan who had a level of 382. He had three waves of troops, seven exchanges of blood, and a frame-accurate flash prediction - the system reported: operational accuracy +2, overall awareness +1. The whole place was dead silent. A group of newcomers from the Sirius team called "waste" gathered around. Captain Jiang Polang's eyes were red: "How did you calculate his position just now?" Lin Yuanmo didn't answer. He looked at the line of small gray text deep in the system panel: [Cumulative cost: nerve loss rate 7%]. Revenge had just begun, and his body could not hold up the championship.
