Lin Ye looked at the friend request from his last opponent and the attached line of text, stunned for a moment.
'A ringer?'
Lin Ye chuckled, rejecting the request with a simple tap of his finger.
He then casually opened his match history for the day.
A solid wall of green "Victory" markers stretched from the top of the screen to the bottom, interspersed with the golden badges of rank-ups. It looked a bit ridiculous.
Not a single loss.
In the Iron and Bronze divisions, Lin Ye felt less like he was competing and more like he was just effortlessly cruising.
Or, as Li Jun would say, it was smurfing.
With the [Crush] mechanic, as long as his opponent's level was lower than his, the all-around suppression was practically impossible to counter.
Lin Ye put himself in his opponent's shoes. If he were that "Wind Chaser," he probably would have felt like he'd run into a monster, with no chance of winning whatsoever.
