League of Legends Invincible Coach

Friday, match day.

The Shanghai Grand Theatre, the venue for LPL league matches.

A massive crowd, holding glow sticks and support signs, formed long queues and, under the guidance of security guards, orderly entered the venue after having their tickets checked.

Half an hour before the start of the match, the grand theater, which can accommodate 10,000 people, was 70% full.

The bustling theater was filled with people who found their seats and waved their fluorescent support signs bearing the IDs of the professional players they supported.

Wu Di stood in the waiting area on both sides of the arena, curiously peeking out to look at the audience seats.

It was a dark mass, and you couldn't see anyone's face. All you could see were a large expanse of colorful light sticks and banners, like shining stars in a vast, dark universe.

Most of the people who came to the scene were fans of the Conqueror team.

Conqueror, as a veteran team in the LPL, is only mid-tier in strength now, but it was once a powerful team and has accumulated a certain number of fans over the years.

The Glory team rose too quickly, and even during its most glorious period of the City Championship and LSPL championship, it received far less attention than the top league, LPL.

When the Glory team was promoted to the LPL, a record-breaking 40-game losing streak caused them to lose fans, scaring away all the fans they had painstakingly built up.

Who would say that their favorite team is Glory?

It would be too embarrassing to tell anyone.

The competition started promptly at 5 p.m.

Accompanied by breathtaking music and dazzling lights, everyone felt their blood boiling and the atmosphere was completely ignited.

Even Wu Di, the man possessed by the system, was affected by the dynamic music and lights, and could clearly feel his heart beating uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly, and then the lights went out, plunging the venue into darkness, just like a movie theater showing a film.

Soon, a beam of light descended from the sky and suddenly lit up the center of the arena, drawing everyone's attention involuntarily to it in the darkness.

The first thing to appear in the beam of light was the emblem of the Conquerors' team: a bust of a knight riding a golden-armored warhorse, holding a lance, wearing armor and helmet, charging forward.

Immediately afterwards, a dark door appeared in the pillar of light.

The stirring drumbeats began.

The Conqueror team's players, stepping to the beat of the drums, confidently emerged from the dark gate one by one, some shy, some poised, smiling and greeting the audience in the beams of light.

The audience erupted in cheers that lasted for a long time.

The first player to step out from the Conqueror team was their mid-laner, Tianyu.

Wu Di obtained Tianyu's skill rating from three days ago by watching the Conqueror team's match videos.

92!

A top-tier professional player and the core mid-laner for the Conqueror team.

As others appeared one after another, Wu Di quickly matched the data in his mind with the real people one by one.

"Top laner, Empty City, skill rating 89 three days ago."

"Jungler, Cangyue, skill rating 86 three days ago."

"Support, Battle Spirit, strength rating 88 three days ago."

Finally, the star player of the Conqueror team, their ace core, was a handsome young man with a fair complexion, tall and slender, wearing a humble smile.

Conqueror Team, ADC: Jialan.

Three days ago, the performance rating was 95!

World-class ADC.

Jialan's appearance instantly ignited cheers from the entire audience.

Wow! Jialan is so handsome! I want to have his babies!

"Jialan, Jialan, look over here, look over here!"

"Wow... Jialan, go for it! Crush the opponent and get the godlike status!"

……

Wu Di felt the entire stage was shaking slightly, and the deafening roar from thousands of people in the audience was transmitted into the waiting room wave after wave, which was awe-inspiring.

This is LPL!

When Jialan appeared as the final character, it seemed to have exhausted all the energy of the audience. When the last member of the Conqueror team, the coach, came on stage, no one stood up to cheer.

Almost all the glory goes to the professional players who compete in the game.

Esports coach?

In the eyes of most viewers, he's just a nobody. All he does is order takeout, deliver barbecue, then go on stage, give a quick speech, shake hands, and bow. I could do that too.

Being able to gain some fame by following along is already considered quite good.

The Conqueror team was positioned in the center of the stage, slightly to the right. After all members were in place, the Glory team's logo appeared next in the beam of light.

A radiant longsword stands atop a golden shield adorned with olive leaves.

The sword and shield, symbols of victory, are my glory.

However, as the Glory team's logo, featuring a sword and shield intertwined, appeared, the enthusiastic atmosphere instantly cooled down, leaving only the stirring music playing on its own.

Sun Xiaopeng, Xie Hao, Zhang Chen, Cheng Bo, and Chen Qing, each with a stern face and their heads down, quickly walked out of the dark gate in the pillar of light and came to the arena, standing opposite the Conqueror team.

"Is this the Glory team? A disgrace to the LPL. They've already lost 40 games in a row. If it were me, I would have quit long ago."

"Yeah, if you're this bad, why are you even playing esports? You might as well go home and farm."

"I bet both matches today will be over in 20 minutes, and the Glory team might not even have a chance to surrender."

"Sigh, Glory team... There's nothing we can do. In esports, being bad is the original sin."

……

There were no cheers, no applause, and the flashing support signs all belonged to the opponents. All they received was a murmur of dissent from the audience. This was the treatment the Glory team received when they appeared on stage.

Wu Di, dressed in a suit and tie, walked at the back of the group.

Unlike the five professional players, he didn't walk by with his head down, as if afraid that if his figure appeared on the beam of light for even a second longer, it would offend the eyes of the audience.

The record-breaking 40-game losing streak has made them regard the 3D projection beam as a pillar of shame.

Even though they had experienced an invincible dream the night before, and their minds had been powerfully cleansed, they still had an instinctive fear of the camera that was capturing the projection.

Wu Di was somewhat dissatisfied with the silent atmosphere and the performance of his five teammates.

What are you afraid of?

What's there to be afraid of?

Watch me.

He deviated from the entrance route prescribed by the on-site director and the life path planned for him by others, and walked straight to the camera that was capturing the 3D projection.

In the beam of light projected in front of the audience, Wu Di's full-body image quickly dwindled to just an enormous head, towering above the seven thousand spectators.

A smile played at the corners of his mouth, a slight upturn of his lips carrying a hint of disdain. His eyes were sharp, and a point in the center seemed to radiate an eerie white light due to the lighting, exuding a powerful pressure that caused all the viewers who gazed at him to involuntarily hold their breath.

The Demon King has descended.

This thought instantly crossed many people's minds.