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3U was really filled with killing intent in this game. This was their first official game against FTW this season, fighting against last year’s championship team!

They wanted to win!

If they couldn’t win against the FTW that didn’t have Close and were still running in, how would they be able to join in the running for the championship?

They had to win.

They must win.

Regardless of whether it was Asleep or Cong Yi, or even Li Chun, Yoyo, and Popsicle, they all wanted to win!

They could only meet FTW once during the regular season, and the next time they played, it would be after the great demon king’s return.

If they couldn’t win this time, then how could they fight against Close!

3U’s team chat was very serious. Asleep was normally silent, but he was even more so now, like someone had pressed the mute button on him.

Cong Yi didn’t say much either, following Asleep’s pace and charging straight into FTW’s jungle zone.

Wei Xiao was using the flying thief. The flying thief was an extremely flexible hero where three of its four skills could be used for movement, and its fourth skill even had many segments that allowed the hero to move back and forth. The talent’s nickname in Glory was the ‘running king’, because nobody could compare with him when it came to footwork.

With such flexibility, there was bound to be reduced advantages in other places, such as damage output.

Compared with other jungler core talents, the flying thief’s DPS was low. If it didn’t have a farm advantage of 3000-4000 gold, it was very likely that the flying thief wouldn’t even be able to fart effectively.

Wei Xiao had taken the flying thief mainly to control the berserker thief.

It wasn’t that other talents couldn’t control the berserker thief, but they couldn’t control the berserker thief that was being played in doubles mode.

FTW had to respect the berserker thief that had Cong Yi’s protection because it could kill anyone in its path even in the global competition.

The flying thief’s early game strategy was to avoid fighting. If Asleep and Cong Yi invaded his jungle zone, then Wei Xiao had to either gather his teammates together for an ambush, or simply change to another jungle zone.

This was also in Wei Xiao’s plans. He first started with the blue buff while Brother Cai provided vision in the bottom lane. If Asleep went to take his red buff, he would go straight to the opposite side’s jungle area and steal as much as he could.

Unfortunately, 3U wanted to have a fight. They charged straight into the jungle zone, aiming right at Wei Xiao.

Little Ning was very eager, “Brother Xiao, are we fighting?”

Tang Chen was to Wei Xiao’s left, and Ning Zhehan was to the right.

Brother Tang’s death knight had started off with its heavy form. It had a strong control skill, solid health, and DPS. Ning Zhehan’s spirit mage’s passive skill was heaven defying, and it had a real advantage in the early stages when it came to moving around and fighting.

There were three of them, and Cong Yi and Asleep only had two people…

Wei Xiao: “Do it!”

This judgement was correct. Encircling the berserker thief and light priest from the left and right and suppressing them would be an immortal level start to the game for FTW.

Only, Chen Feng’s heart clenched from where he was watching beneath the stage.

A fight started in the canyon.

So what if they were fighting a team battle at level one? So what if they didn’t have many skills? Once they started going wild, they could hurt people even by biting them with their baby teeth!

The commentators followed up very quickly, explaining the situation clearly and cleanly, leading the audience members’ hearts to leap up to their throats.

This kind of start to the game would result either in big gains or a major collapse. It would depend on who could hold on.

Asleep’s understanding of the berserker thief was really very deep. His scythe shot out, locking accurately on the flying thief.

Wei Xiao: “Don’t worry about me!”

He was speaking to Little Ning and Brother Tang.

The flying thief was agile. The scythe had hooked him, but as long as he made use of his high mobility, he could get out of the berserker thief’s attack range and disrupt his next attack.

Ning Zhehan: “Got it!”

Tang Chen’s death knight also rushed over from behind to surround them.

Wei Xiao escaped from Asleep’s scythe and shifted towards the back, “I’ll wait for Li Chun, you guys take down Asleep.”

The berserker thief’s scythe had come up empty, and there was a cooldown on its first skill. This was the best time.

Ning Zhehan exposed himself. Wei Xiao was afraid that 3U’s mid-lane Li Chun would rush over to provide support, so he had to catch him on the way over and ensure that he didn’t have a chance to provide help!

There was nothing wrong with the entire battle plan. What was left was the actual fighting.

The spirit mage entered the scene, rolling and colliding and dealing the highest possible damage. At the same time, he was also beaten down to half health, “Brother Tang!”

Little Ning had tried his best. He was waiting for the death knight’s longsword to control the berserker thief.

Tang Chen: “Mm.”

The death knight in its heavy form had a strong control skill. As long as it could hit the berserker thief, Asleep would be done for.

Once Asleep died, then Cong Yi wouldn’t have a chance to run, either.

The commentator: “God Tang’s death knight has raised its sword, aiming at Asleep. Once this sword lands, the berserker thief will be sent flying. Quiet is already on his way back, and Ning Zhehan’s cooldowns are finished. There’s hope for FTW in this wave!”

As soon as their voice fell, the berserker thief skillfully repositioned itself and narrowly avoided the death knight’s heavy sword attack!

3U fans exploded, “He evaded it! Holy shit, Sleep God is badass!”

“He moved like a snake, is that even possible?!”

“They can cut a clip of this scene. This old lady could replay it 10,000 times.”

“Sleep Darling, Sleep Darling, mama loves you!!!”

Tang Chen clearly paused for a moment, and it was obvious that he hadn’t expected that his skill would miss. However, the berserker thief couldn’t possibly let him have this time for hesitation.

Asleep perfectly exhibited the essence of a mad dog. His scythe flew over directly and locked onto the death knight’s throat.

Cong Yi’s soft control skill tripped up Wei Xiao slightly, and Ning Zhehan’s heart cooled. He could tell that things were bad.

System Announcement––

3U.Sleep killed FTW.Tango.

Tang Chen died. The berserker thief’s scythe was stained with blood, and he entered a berserk state.

This talent in the thief profession’s entire body had always been coated with a crazed temperament. After it entered the berserk state, it was even crazier. Special effects burst out all over his body, and the scythe whirled and left bloody shadows. His movement speed, attack speed, and damage dealt were all greatly improved, and what was even more terrible was that all of his skill cooldowns would be refreshed. He was just like a hungry wolf amongst sheep!

Wei Xiao: “Run!”

Ning Zhehan tossed out a skill and used his movement passive. Unfortunately, Cong Yi had been locked in on him and used his first skill to disrupt his passive. At the same time, the berserker thief’s scythe flew over and caught the spirit mage by its slender waist.

Ning Zhehan: “……”

He felt like his waist had also been caught in reality!

In this team fight, two people from FTW died, and not only did Asleep pick up two kills, he’d also forcibly snatched up FTW’s upper jungle zone and forced Wei Xiao to run and hide.

As the commentators had said, it would either result in big gains or a major collapse.

Their lives were on the line for the start of this game!

Beneath the stage, Chen Feng’s expression paled, and the little assistant beside him handed him a cup of water.

Chen Feng accepted it and drank a mouthful of warm water, then gave an order in a low voice.

The assistant nodded and headed to the backstage lounge.

In FTW’s team chat.

Tang Chen paused briefly, “I’m sorry.”

Wei Xiao: “What’s there to apologize for?”

Tang Chen was stunned.

Wei Xiao: “If you have to apologize, then I should kneel down and kowtow to everyone. I made the biggest mistake in that wave.”

Ning Zhehan added hastily, “Me too… I should’ve gone up to deal more damage.”

Wei Xiao raised his voice, “Alright, don’t be discouraged, the game hasn’t even started!”

With his words, the atmosphere in the team chat became lively once again.

Brother Cai shouted from the bottom lane, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, my Darling Le is growing up well, we can fight in the late stage of the game!”

But it was impossible for 3U to give FTW a chance to fight in the late stages.

It was as though Asleep had been injected with chicken blood. He started off with such a ferocious rhythm, then continued to bite at people all over the map.

The cameras focused on him frequently, and every close-up made the fans scream.

Asleep was only 18 years old this year, and he was one year younger than Wei Xiao.

He was very tall, his figure thin, and his facial features were delicate. His complexion was growing paler and paler because he didn’t go out into the sun all year round, and his eyes that couldn’t seem to wake up from sleep on normal days, were as bright as stars when he stared at the canyon.

The more they saw his usual lazy appearance, the more fiercely they were hit by his serious appearance.

The fans screamed endlessly.

Asleep didn’t let down the audience either. He didn’t treat his opponents like human beings from the beginning to the end.

It had been a long time since Wei Xiao had been suppressed so fiercely, but unfortunately, his losses in the early stage had been too big, and his farm was always nearly 2000 gold less than the berserker thief.

In the late stages, Wei Xiao stole farm from everywhere and was able to take back some advantages somehow, but unfortunately, it was time for Yue Wenle’s downfall.

It was as though Asleep had installed a radar in Yue Wenle’s body. He chased after him, chopping and hacking.

God Le had a problem that couldn’t be considered major, but it wasn’t minor, either: If you don’t hit me, then I’ll develop honestly; as soon as you bite me, then my surname will no longer be Yue if I don’t f*cking bite you back!

They were both trained up by the grandmaster. Asleep and Yue Wenle both became engrossed in it and lost their heads.

Brother Cai shouted until his throat was about to break, “F*ck, Old Yue, just wait for me!”

“Damn it, Yue Wenle, if you go up and attack again, Laozi’s going to kill you!”

“Yue Wenle, stop there for me ahhhh, wait until you eat a mouthful of Laozi’s milk before you go up and die, ahhh!”

Shouting until his throat was broken was of no use. God Le just insisted on going up, insisted on fighting, and would fight with his life on the line.

Keeping up with this beast was too difficult. Brother Cai wanted to start killing people!

Later on…

What kind of ‘later on’ could there be.

It was 1:1, then.

It was another 50 minute game. After watching the entire game, the audience had neck pain.

“They’re too fierce.”

“Seriously, I didn’t expect that FTW would be able to hold on for so long.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Quiet was too good at stealing farm in the middle stages. His harassment really managed to annoy 3U.”

“Stealing and sneaking around is the flying thief’s core operation.”

“God Le’s late stage game was really…”

“Just get used to it. In the last season, my vegetable had to use three boxes of throat lozenges every day.”

“Asleep’s still better.”

“If the berserker thief could lose even after taking such a big advantage, their runner-up placement in the doubles would be fake.”

A BO3 game was two wins out of three matches.

Now, both sides each had one point, and they would be moving to the last game.

It took more than two hours to play the two games (including the BP time), so there was a half-time break.

Both sides left their equipment where it was and headed to the backstage lounge.

Chen Feng had been waiting there for a while, and he’d also prepared tea and snacks.

Yue Wenle’s mood became stable as soon as he saw the potato chips.

Chen Feng scolded him, “Can’t you be a little more f*cking steady!”

He was crazy on the field, then timid as a quail when he was off the field. God Le listened obediently to the scolding.

Wei Xiao poked at a piece of watermelon and picked it up to eat, “Coach, did you see through the fact that we would lose early on?”

If they won the game, they would be going straight home and wouldn’t need a half-time break.

Looking at the configuration here: Potato chips, watermelon, Black Swan cake, some hot drinks from a brand that was famous for its long lines…

It was well prepared and couldn’t have been arranged without at least half an hour of time.

Chen Feng glanced at Tang Chen out of the corner of his eyes and said, “I originally arranged it as a celebration banquet for you guys.”

Wei Xiao smiled like a fox, “Don’t prepare it next time, it’s bad luck.”

See? Hadn’t the victory party turned into a half-time break?

Chen Feng glared at him, “You’re not old enough to have so many superstitions.”

Wei Xiao was in a good mood and ate a good many pieces of watermelon one after another.

Chen Feng then couldn’t help but nag him, “Eating a few pieces is enough. Be careful of indigestion.”

Wei Xiao: “Yes yes yes!”

Although they’d lost a match, the overall atmosphere in FTW was okay, and they weren’t in a slump.

At the end of the day, it was just a regular season game. Although they could only play 3U once during the regular season, there would still be opportunities later on.

Wei Xiao started selling his own wonderful ideas to Ning Zhehan once again, “Winning or losing is common. When we’re playing, our hearts, eyes, and minds have to be filled with ‘win, we must win, we will win’, but before the game, there’s no need to be so nervous. The closer we get to the decisive game, the calmer we have to be. A real man is someone who can look down on life and death while on the edge of a cliff…”

Chen Feng’s brain felt like it was divided into two parts. The left side was filled with Little Lunatic Wei’s chatter, and the right side was focused on Tang Chen.

He asked him in a low voice, “Still okay?”

He didn’t say it clearly, but Tang Chen’s back drooped noticeably, “Of course.”

These two words were spoken in a slightly unnatural tone, and the volume was a little high, startling the three little ones on the other side.

Wei Xiao’s line of sight shifted over.

Tang Chen sat up straighter and pulled up a grin, “It’s nothing.”

But this grin was so forced that it looked like crying.

Wei Xiao set down his fork and looked over, “Brother Tang, the body is the capital for revolution.”

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That’s what the captain said~

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