Now, not only had he lost, but he also had to witness his opponent and his opponent's girlfriend celebrating their victory, indulging in their affectionate display, which he found utterly disgusting and infuriating.

Moreover, Zhou Jiajia and Su Qingqing, along with Xiaofang, were the targets of his recent secret crush, making the sensation even more unbearable.

"Damn it! What a crappy car! It made me lose!"

He violently slapped the steering wheel, venting all his anger on the gaming machine.

"Heh! If you can't handle your tech, don't blame it on everything else here," Lin Yifan taunted.

If Qin Zikang's driving skills had been a bit better, he wouldn't have lost to him.

"Hmph! You think you're so great? If I hadn't made that mistake just now, do you think you would have won?" Qin Zikang retorted, unable to swallow this bitter pill.

"Pfft!"

Lin Yifan couldn't help but laugh. Qin Zikang really had a thick face, but he liked it, so he challenged, "Since you're so great, dare to go for another round?"

"Absolutely!"

Qin Zikang replied without any hesitation.

He did not believe, he did not believe that he was really so bad, always losing to Lin Yifan in everything. He had to win back one round.

As Qin Zikang wished, Lin Yifan went for another round and completely crush Qin Zikang's confidence.

With the experience of the first round, Lin Yifan was no longer afraid of Qin Zikang.

Actually, the game was very simple; anyone who could drive could play it.

From the beginning, the two cars often chased and collided with each other, neither sparing the other.

In a virtual world, racing was like this, but real racing would be very dangerous, life-threatening, and thus nobody would actually do it; moreover, such behavior was against professional ethics and despised by the public.

Using his proficient driving skills, Lin Yifan shook off Qin Zikang and then maintained steady progress, leaving no chance for Qin Zikang to play dirty tricks.

Thus, he maintained the lead until the end and won the race.

"Bang!"

Qin Zikang vented his anger on the machine again, his temper exploding like thunder.

Zhou Jiajia and the others were frightened by Qin Zikang's crude behavior. They would never like such a man.

"Hey, hey, hey! Can you be a little more genteel? You're scaring my girl, you know?" Lin Yifan asked.

Qin Zikang really wanted to retort, "Damn it, what do I care about your girl?"

But he dared not, fearing Lin Yifan might teach him a harsh lesson and he would lose face completely.

Now, having lost the car race as well, he didn't know what other games to compete in.

By chance, he caught sight of a motorcycle and thought: If I couldn't beat you in a racing car, maybe I can beat you on a motorcycle.

So he said, "Dare to go for a PK in Extreme Speed Moto?"

"Okay! No problem, whatever you want to play, I'm in," Lin Yifan replied fearlessly.

There wasn't anything he couldn't learn, he just feared that Qin Zikang couldn't take it.

Having agreed, the two shifted their battleground to the Extreme Speed Moto area and started the PK on motorcycles.

The spectators were amused by Qin Zikang's persistent behavior; now, Qin Zikang was like a gambling addict, never admitting defeat, always thinking he would win the next game. He kept getting deeper into it until he realized too late that he could no longer stand up.

With a collapsing mindset, Qin Zikang was doomed to lose disastrously that night.

Motorcycles can be graceful, but that often happens just before they stop, drifting at any other time is undoubtedly a suicide move.

Motorcycles are more prone to accidents than sports cars simply because they lack two legs, making their stability poor; thus, curves can be a place to plot.

Qin Zikang wanted to knock Lin Yifan off his bike on the curve, but his cleverness backfired. Due to entering the curve too late and at a high speed, he was thrown off by the centrifugal force and flipped over onto the ground.

Lin Yifan's mouth curled up in disdain, mocking, thinking with such skills he dared to challenge him in extreme speed motorcycling, he was simply asking for trouble.

After such a fall, it became incredibly difficult for Qin Zikang to catch up with Lin Yifan.

Thus, a few minutes later, he lost the race.

"Concede or not?"

After the race, Lin Yifan asked with a sneer, curious to see Qin Zikang's reaction.

"I do not concede! I would rather die than concede!" Qin Zikang responded.

"Fine! Then let's continue the PK, you choose the game!" Lin Yifan boldly answered, fearless.

Tonight, he was going to crush this Clan prince, letting him know who the real "Game Little Prince" is.

Thereafter, Qin Zikang chose shooting, darts, boxing, ball games, Divine Beast roulette, and hundred-person horse racing among other games to PK with Lin Yifan.

In the meantime, he initially won several rounds in some games but eventually lost to Lin Yifan, just like Mike Tyson in '97.

Now, in total, he had nearly lost ten billion.

"Concede or not?" Lin Yifan repeated, arrogant and domineering.

Now, he was unrivaled, no one could defeat him, and Qin Zikang was no longer a match for him.

"I do not concede!" Qin Zikang remained stubbornly defiant, refusing to admit defeat.

The onlookers were amused, now that all the games in the video arcade had been played, what else could he possibly play?

However, where there's a will, there's a way, and if one wanted to play games, there was always something to play; thus, after pondering for a moment, Qin Zikang took out his phone and replied, "I challenge you to Honor of Kings!"

"Sure! I'll keep you company to the end!" Lin Yifan fearlessly responded, then asked, "What rules do you want?"

"Three rules, achieving any of them wins. First rule: the first side to draw the first blood wins. Second rule: the first side to kill a hundred minions wins. Third rule: the first side to destroy a tower wins."

"OK! No problem!" Lin Yifan readily agreed.

Actually, this standard is truly of international competition level, no issue at all.

He took out his phone, logged into the game, set up the room, sent an invite, chose a hero, and the PK began.

Zhou Jiajia and the others couldn't help but snicker, waiting to see Qin Zikang's joke.

Now they were the city tournament champions, and Lin Yifan's skills were top-notch, he couldn't possibly lose; so they predicted Qin Zikang's expression after the race, it would definitely be a mix of rage and violence.

For playing games like Honor of Kings, obviously, choosing a Shooter was a must; first, a Shooter can attack from a distance, depleting the opponent's health and forcing the enemy to miss farming minions.

Second, a Shooter can farm minions quickly and push towers rapidly.

Third, a Shooter possesses the Blood Drinking Blade, allowing for swift health regeneration on the line, which is a godsend weapon for a PK match where returning to base doesn't restore health.

Lin Yifan chose Sun Shangxiang, because she has a mobility skill, allowing advance and retreat, and can also dodge attacks, the best there is.

While Qin Zikang chose Yu Ji, because Yu Ji has a long-range damaging skill, capable of rapidly depleting enemy health.

After knowing Qin Zikang chose Yu Ji, Lin Yifan's first learned skill was the mobility skill—Rolling Assault.

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