Right before the HP bar of their base crystal hit zero, Phoenix's Ice Maiden, Lisandro, had just taken down Wildsnow Nightsong's ADC, Explorer. Including the support Nami who had been dealt with earlier, they had achieved a double kill. In the end, there was only one opponent left in the jungle, Mantis.
In fact, the performance of Phoenix's Frost Witch, Lisandro, as the mid laner captain of the blue team Legend, was even more stunning than her performance in the first match.
She was able to resist the pressure of the lane perfectly.
In the middle of the team battle, she had thoroughly displayed her strength as the number one wizard in Europe, one of the top Yonko.
Ice Girl's performance in this match could be used as a textbook example for all professional teams' mid laners.
Under Lisandro's leadership, the blue team, Legend, had almost a 100% chance of winning the match at this stage of the 30 minute mark.
But —
Everything came to an abrupt end at this moment.
It did not go smoothly according to the ideal script.
Just like that, a stop sign was suddenly drawn on the script.
The HP bar of the blue team's base crystal hit zero.
The game view on the computer screens in front of the ten players uncontrollably shifted to the base crystal. Then, they watched helplessly as the crystal exploded amidst the distorted light.
The purple "Victory" emblem slowly rose in the center of the spectator's screen.
Team God won the second match.
The match point that forced the opponent Legend into a corner.
The audience suddenly fell silent.
Then, a tsunami of earth-shattering cheers and applause rang out like a boiling pot!
"Beautiful!! — — "
On China's commentary platform, the two beautiful female commentators, Mo Sheng and Fei Yan, couldn't contain their joy as they cheered excitedly. Even though they were professional commentators, they were already a little disheartened by what happened in the last minute. They had a vague feeling that Team God had no hope left.
But who would have thought that in less than a minute, the rhythm of the entire battle would undergo such an earth-shattering reversal!
High ground for a dragon.
But that was only what it looked like on the surface.
It turned out that before everyone saw the truth, the purple team, Team God, had already made preparations in advance to stake everything on this one throw.
Jace solo.
Broken Highland.
Directly leading a lone army to infiltrate deep into the enemy's territory and steal their home!
I'll let you have the dragon, but what I want isn't just the high ground. I want to take the lives of your blue army in one go!
The Western commentators on the official commentary platform could not help but stare blankly as they sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Oh my god …"
"Team God has made a big move!"
"He is simply … a fugitive! This is insane! "
"He actually dared to make such a bold and risky gamble. Is this really the Hand of God that we used to know?"
Yes.
The last wave could no longer be described as a simple clash of tactics and operations. I'll trade the dragon for the high ground, and that's a trade where both sides take what they need. But if I were to tear down the high ground all the way to your front tower or even your base — that would be flipping the negotiation table and risking my life without saying a word.
Play is the heartbeat.
It was a bet on who dared to go all out.
There was no plan or calculation, just an orderly exchange of blows. It was just a desperate fight with their lives on the line.
It was either you die or I die.
At this moment, in the training base of Season in North America, while his teammates were stunned, Autumn, the God of Support, fell into a rare long silence in front of the big screen.
Taipei, Assassin Club. Screams and exclamations came one after another. Nian Thirteen's eyelids twitched.
"F * ck …"
"These guys have gone completely crazy."
It was not just Season and Assassin Club.
At this moment, almost all the professional teams in the world who were watching this set of best-of-five matches had the same thought in their minds —
In the future …
They would never provoke Hand of God so easily.
This team, which was once known for its steady tactics and operations, had now learned how to go crazy. If they were to combine two extreme styles perfectly, who would be able to easily deal with them?
…
In the front row of the live audience, the members of Team KG, who saw that God had won the second match, high-fived in celebration. They were so excited that it was as if they had won the match themselves. Ceng Rui and Li Shiyi could not help but exclaim in high spirits:
"This round … they finally won!"
"It was really risky, but they were too confident. If they didn't go all out in the last wave, it would have been really dangerous for them if they had taken the dragon so easily and pushed forward as a team."
It was a festive atmosphere.
Beside him, Lin Feng nodded slightly and looked at the stage.
What the ordinary players saw was Team God's heaven-defying comeback and spectacular victory.
What the players of the professional teams saw was God- Hand of God, who had changed his style and showed his strength.
What he saw was even more thorough and profound.
And clearer.
Straight to the truth.
His gaze fell on the figure sitting in front of the middle player seat in Team God's arena. Someone's eyes lit up.
It seemed.
He was almost there.
In the back row of the competition venue, number 2, 3, and 4 sat in the corner seats, watching the entire match without missing a beat.
Number Two's expression softened.
"Not bad."
Number Four put down the notebook that she had been taking notes on and praised sincerely, "That's right.
"Wielding something heavy as if it were light … Good!"
Number Three raised his eyebrows. "The recent training has paid off. It's starting to get interesting." As he spoke, he smirked. "If Ah Xing is one step faster, he might be able to cause some trouble for that Han brat from SSK."
In the SSK Club in the audience seats.
The expressions of Mafa, Wolf, Ray, and Cube, the main players of the team, gradually became somewhat serious.
Park Canlie, who was sitting in the corner, narrowed his eyes. He was no longer as relaxed and playful as before.
"Yeah."
"This round is a bit unexpected."
Han Shihao retracted his gaze from Team God's arena on the stage and turned to look at his young director beside him.
"So."
"It's still too early to say anything."
"If he's faster than me, then we'll be in danger."
His words revealed some information.
It seemed that the leader of the Four Emperors, the world's number one middle player, had already made his judgment in advance.
Ten minutes later.
Accompanied by the uproar of the audience, the third round of the best-of-five match between Legend and Hand of God began.
This time, Morning Star on the blue side chose Ice Woman.
Finally, he switched back to the style he was most familiar with.
And at the same time, in the front row of the audience, Lin Feng suddenly sat up straight and looked at the big screen on the stage. His eyes twinkled.
It's coming.
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