- Dimensional Gods’ Selection: Only I Know Saitama is the Strongest
- OKSTS Chapter 86
**Chapter 86: Facing the Tyrant Solo!**
“Contestant ‘Fang Ye’ has destroyed the middle energy tower…”
With the loud announcement, everyone in the arena heard the news.
“What? The tower’s already down so fast?”
East Art Academy’s captain, Liu Zhengqi, shouted, “Xiaoli, what are you doing?”
“Doing what? I already got one-shotted by him!” Han Li, the teammate, felt completely wronged. “That guy’s damage is terrifyingly high! Even with tower protection increasing my defense, he still one-shotted me… I told you I couldn’t hold him, but you wouldn’t listen. Now that the tower’s gone, you’re blaming me? Boohoo…”
Han Li began to cry in frustration.
Her teammates, feeling helpless, struggled to deal with her outburst.
The captain quickly reassured her, “Alright, alright, Xiaoli, don’t cry… I’ll buy you two designer bags after the match, win or lose! Now, please, stop crying!”
At the mention of two bags, Han Li immediately stopped crying, saying nothing more.
“Captain, you really know how to handle things!” one teammate chuckled.
Liu Zhengqi sighed, “You still have the nerve to laugh? Go switch lanes with Xiaoli. Let her go to the top lane.”
“Huh? Captain, are you sure? I’m the weakest among us!”
“Weak or not, you have to go. Or do you want to lose the middle lane entirely? Just hide behind the tower and clear minions with your slingshot. I don’t expect you to hold him off entirely; just slow him down a bit. Now go!”
“Alright…”
Outside the game,
the commentator’s voice filled the broadcast, “It seems East Art Academy is in big trouble!”
“Martial Saint Academy has fully dominated the middle lane, putting East Art on the defensive. If they don’t adjust quickly, their middle lane will face a severe crisis!”
The spectators didn’t even need a commentator to see that East Art Academy’s middle lane was crumbling.
“Damn! This Martial Saint student is fierce, killing under the tower!”
“Yeah, the damage is off the charts. I’m starting to doubt if he’s a freshman!”
“Are you stupid? If he weren’t a freshman, he wouldn’t even be allowed in this match. That door wouldn’t have opened for him!”
“Looks like East Art Academy is going to lose.”
“For sure! Their bottom lane’s about to fall too!”
“Let’s see if East Art can come up with a better strategy. Even with that, they’d need some miracle!”
“Honestly, the real problem is that middle lane player from Martial Saint. The others are manageable.”
“That archer on the bottom lane is impressive too! Great aim and high damage.”
The audience was buzzing with discussion.
Even though the match had only been going for a few minutes, it was clear East Art Academy was in serious trouble.
In the canyon,
Fang Ye had reached the second energy tower in the middle lane.
He noticed an opponent hiding behind the tower—this time, it was a young man.
The guy was lurking behind the energy tower, occasionally glancing at Fang Ye.
With sharp eyes, Fang Ye spotted a slingshot in the youth’s hand.
*A slingshot?*
Fang Ye was puzzled. He didn’t recall any heroes in *One Punch Man* who used a slingshot.
Though Fang Ye knew the storyline, he wasn’t familiar with all the heroes. He knew the S-class heroes, a few A-class, and only Hellish Blizzard from the B-class. He couldn’t tell if this young man had inherited a hero’s talent or developed the slingshot technique himself.
Soon, the next wave of minions arrived.
Fang Ye stood at the edge of the opponent’s tower range, clearing the minions.
Afterward, he suddenly turned and left the middle lane.
This move
not only baffled his opponents
but also confused the audience.
“What’s this guy from Martial Saint Academy doing now?”
“Why isn’t he pushing forward? East Art’s middle lane can’t hold him back!”
“Who knows what’s on his mind?”
“Hey, this is a competition! He’s just doing whatever he wants…”
“Look at the bottom lane—the main forces are clashing in a 3v3!”
“I’m not watching the bottom lane; I just want to see what this middle lane guy’s going to do!”
“Agreed. He keeps surprising us. I want to see what he’s up to next!”
With his impressive performance, Fang Ye had drawn the attention of the majority of the audience, becoming the focal point of the match.
The commentator also noticed Fang Ye’s actions, but couldn’t determine his plans, saying, “It looks like the middle lane player from Martial Saint has a new strategy… Let’s look at the bottom lane, where the main forces are about to clash in a 3v3!”
In the canyon,
Fang Ye ventured into the enemy jungle and found the red buff. His goal wasn’t anything too advanced.
As a former *Honor of Kings* player, Fang Ye held a special attachment to this canyon.
The mysterious restricted area had replicated the Valley of Kings almost perfectly.
So naturally, he wanted to explore it thoroughly.
This was just the first-round match, and his opponents were relatively weak.
In later rounds, with stronger opponents, he wouldn’t have this freedom.
The red buff appeared as a menacing, red-eyed creature, fierce and intimidating.
But Fang Ye wasn’t worried.
Since Su Ziqiu and her teammates had managed to take it down, Fang Ye could certainly handle it too.
At this moment,
the red buff monster noticed Fang Ye and growled lowly, as if warning him to stay away.
Fang Ye smiled, raised his fist, and launched a “Fire Fist” at the creature.
“Boom!”
The fiery blast engulfed the red buff, creating a sea of flames.
The red buff’s health bar dropped drastically, down to about a fifth.
Fang Ye was a bit surprised.
This red buff was resilient, managing to survive one of his fire punches.
He walked over and delivered a light punch, finishing off the red buff.
As the red buff fell,
a red glow enveloped Fang Ye.
Instantly,
he felt a surge of mysterious energy within him. “So this is the red buff’s power boost? It’s stronger than I expected.” Fang Ye was astonished.
He guessed that the red buff’s boost wasn’t a fixed amount but scaled with the user’s power.
The stronger you were, the greater the boost.
For someone like Fang Ye, the boost was terrifyingly powerful!
After defeating the red buff, Fang Ye noticed a massive shadowy figure up ahead.
“That should be the Tyrant, right?” Fang Ye’s eyes sparkled as he moved toward the Tyrant.
Outside,
seeing Fang Ye’s movements, the audience began discussing excitedly.
“One punch almost took down the red buff—that damage is insane!”
“No wonder he could instantly kill East Art’s players in an ambush. His damage is way too high!”
“Can a freshman really have such high damage? It’s unbelievable!”
“Maybe you don’t know who this freshman is! His name’s Fang Ye. He’s the first person in history to receive the highest mission rating—twice! If he allocated all his attributes to mental power, it would explain his high damage.”
“I think I’ve heard about him online.”
“So it’s him. That explains it.”
“Look! He’s heading toward the Tyrant!”
“No way, is he planning to solo the Tyrant?”
“Solo the Tyrant? Haha, let’s see how he dies!”