"What? You're crazy!" Zhou Min was flabbergasted. She stared at Song Qian, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I know," Song Qian replied nonchalantly, "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for our streaming platform!"

"Opportunity?" Zhou Min was furious, "Have you ever considered the losses the platform will suffer if he loses?"

"I believe in Y-God and China's gaming community!" Song Qian gave a determined reply, "Little Zhang, just do as I say."

With Song Qian's move, it pushed the incident to climactic heights. For some time, countless viewers rushed onto the streaming platform based on hearsay and were cheering for Y-God in his stream.

[Y-God is gaming again? I can't wait!]

[Is he facing off with the Sun Nation? If he loses I'll be a hater!]

[You must win! Y-God, do your best!]

Meanwhile, the five people from the Sun Nation finally reacted on the streaming platform.

[That coward Y-God is finally showing himself? Our nation must teach him a lesson!]

Ye Lingchen remained stoic, [Cut the bullsh*t, let's start.]

Love Letter and the rest too were ready for the match, agreeing to join Ye Lingchen in this showdown!

They had loved DOTA all the same throughout their time as casual gamers all the way until they became big-name hosts on the streaming platform.

Their defeat at the Sun Nation's hand had left them dejected, yearning for a way to turn the table. Now that Ye Lingchen was leading the charge, they had no reason to shy from the fight.

[Y-God, although you defeated me once, I'm not ceding my position. If you can lead us to victory, I, Love Letter, will willingly concede to you!]

[Brother Y-God, I like to listen to your storytelling of Candle Blowing Ghost. Why don't we find some time and have a private discussion?] Following that comment was an extremely cute voice that sounded warm and fuzzy. It caused anyone that heard it to feel numbed by it.

[Wu'er, behave yourself!] said an icy stern voice.

[I just want to liven up the tense atmosphere. Sister Coold, why are you so stressed out?]

Wu'er, also known as Little Wu, was another beautiful female streamer. However, unlike Coold, most of her fans were attracted by her charm instead.

The so-called charm was of course not related to her gaming skills. It was her pleasing appearance and kawaii voice instead.

Although her gaming skills were no match for Coold, her cute soft voice had enslaved a huge number of otakus, tickling the cockles of their hearts.

[Little Wu, this is not the time to joke around. We can't afford to lose this match!] Big Brother 09 had spoken.

He was known as the number one player in DOTA, a retired professional gamer. He was the first host to stream DOTA on the platform and was widely respected by gamers.

Moreover, he was also famous for his situational awareness.

[Aw, alright.] Wu'er gave in.

[Calm yourselves and get ready to start,] Ye Lingchen reminded them.

All five of them took a deep breath at the same time then entered the match lobby.

Right after that, the five people from the Sun Nation followed suit.

[Eh? Here I was wondering who it might be. It seems that four of you had lost to us before!]

[This is boring, I'm not interested in bullying noobs.]

[It seems that that's all that China has. They can't come up with some worthy opponents.]

[The other is the so-called Y-God right? I heard he's amazing. Perhaps it's all just made up.]

[That's right, the Chinese are only good at one thing, and it's their tall tales! Hahaha…]

From the moment they entered the lobby, they did not stop with their incessant insults.

…

This match had already attracted a huge audience. Those words from the Sun Nation had aggravated many of them, triggering a flurry of curses.

[F*ck, you insolent pieces of sh*t from the Sun Nation!]

[That's it! I'm going to kill them!]

[Win, win, win! You guys must win and give them a good round of face slapping!]

[Please don't let us down!]

[I'll start with a rocket reward for good luck. If you win, I'll send a hundred more!]

[Awesome! I'll do the same!]

"Director Song, our online viewers has reached a total of 6.5 million and it's still going up!" Little Zhang said with a trembling voice as he looked at the server report. That was the most astounding figure he had seen in the history of the company.

"Continue monitoring. You must make sure this stream runs smoothly. Don't forget to continue promoting this!" Song Qian ordered. His face was slightly red, gripping his fists tightly. He was just as stressed, if not more than everyone else.

'Y-God, it's up to you now. You must do your best!'

Sitting at the side, Zhou Min stole a glance at Song Qian, sneering in her heart.

'This is asking for it. To place such a huge gamble on Y-God. I'll see how this ends for you!'

If they lost the match, Song Qian would be the biggest laughing stock of the company!

...

Meanwhile, within the stream, Coold and the others were triggered but had no way to rebuke them as they had previously lost to the Sun Nation. They could only curse at them in their hearts.

Ye Lingchen calmly read the messages sent by the Sun Nation's team and started typing away.

[It's too boring to just game. Why don't we place a bet?]

[What are you trying to bet on?] Someone on the Sun Nation's team replied.

[How about you call me daddy if you lose?]

[What did you say?]

[Nevermind, let's change the bet. I don't want kids like you.] Ye Lingchen started typing again, [The loser will bark three times like a dog!]

[Hehe, it's a piece of cake to defeat you guys. Just get ready to bark like a dog!]

Ye Lingchen continued, [In that case, I pity the dogs for being related to the three1 of you.]

[B*stard, you're full of it. Just you wait!]

[B*stard's what?]

[B*stard's cursing you!1]

[Oh my, I feel sorry for the b*stards out there.]

Seeing Ye Lingchen's sharp replies to the Sun Nation players, the admiration of the viewers on the live stream grew further.

[Hahaha, I pity the b*stards.]

[F*ck, I never expected Y-God to be this amazing at vitriol. You have my praise.]

[Awesome! Y-God is right, I don't want kids like that too.]

[Classic comebacks. No wonder Y-God is my idol. This feels great!]

F*CK!

The five from the Sun Nation contemplated his words, then slowly realized that they had been pranked.

[You Chinese are all talk. You're nothing but trash!]

[Trash what?] Ye Lingchen replied once again.

Without any hesitation, the people from the Sun Nation replied, [Trash scolding you!] [2]

Seeing the Sun Nation players reply so furiously amused the live stream audience greatly.

[Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, I'm dying from laughter.]

[Oh the intelligence of these people is worrying.]

[They said those from the Sun Nation are not fully evolved. From the looks of it, the rumors are true!]

[I'll cut the bullsh*t.Y-God, You have my rewards!]

In just a few exchanges, Ye Lingchen managed to help everyone vent their frustrations. Everyone started commenting like madmen, flooding the chat full of laughter, immediately boosted their morale.

[Y-God, you're really something.] Coold commented, forcing herself to stop laughing.

[That's right Big Brother Y-God. My respect for you has grown once again.] Wu'er added.

The people from the Sun Nation had also realized that they were helpless when faced with Ye Lingchen had decided to just remain silent. They waited for the game to start so they could show Ye Lingchen who was the boss…

In raw it's given as three even though they mentioned the opposing team from Sun Nation had five members. We're keeping the translation as three as it might be the author's intention to indicate that only three of the five were having the verbal exchange. These are just speculations and we'll leave the decision to you readers. Have fun =)This part is a little tricky to translate over. It's a wordplay in Chinese. Using the first example, it starts off with the question 小畜生罵誰 (Who is the b*stard). Then the other party clarifies it as 小畜生罵你 (The b*stard is you). However, 小畜生罵你 could also be understood as (The bastard is scolding you). In both instances of this line of a trick question, the person asking the question frames it in such a way to coax a reply that makes the other party admit that he/she is the subject of the vitriol.