It was a victory that no one had expected.
All the normal players, professional players, and professional commentators who were watching today's World Finals were amazed by Team God's lineup on the purple side, but they also understood how difficult it was to achieve the desired effect with this lineup.
After all, their opponent was SSK.
Twenty to thirty minutes into the match, the blue team, SSK, proved this point with their actions.
Even if God- Hand of God's poke and global style lineup had its advantages, they were still forced into a stalemate or even a passive position in front of SSK.
Even when the game had been going on for more than thirty minutes, Han Shihao's mid laner Mechanical Pioneer completely relied on his own ability to win against the purple team's Nosuke Ueno trio, and cooperated with his teammate Wolf's top laner Nar to achieve a triple kill —
Everyone thought that the outcome of this match had been decided.
Even with their trump card, God- Hand of God was still unable to overcome the towering mountain that was SSK.
As for the LPL, it was destined that they would once again suffer a crushing defeat in this World Finals.
However, reality slapped everyone in the face.
At this moment, the eye-catching purple "Victory" emblem appeared on the big screen in the stadium.
The score of the best-of-five was once again tied by Team God, returning to 2: 2.
In the face of such a hopeless situation, Team God, under the leadership of their mid laner captain, carved out a path of blood. In front of tens of millions of League of Legends players around the world, they performed a miraculous turnaround.
Inside the Wembley Stadium, the screams, cheers, whistles, and applause from the audience were still deafening like a tsunami, and did not stop for a long time.
Every LCD screen in the stadium was projecting the tall figure standing in Team God's arena on the stage.
Under the countless spotlights.
That figure was calm and composed.
But at the same time, it was as if he was radiating a dazzling light.
Magic City, Shanghai, KG Club's training room. The members of Quick Water and KG cheered and hugged each other as if they had won.
Shi Hang's eyes widened as he stared at the LCD screen. He gulped and turned to look at Tian Tian beside him.
"Sigh, Old Ye —"
"Is it …"
Tian Tian looked a little hesitant and hesitant. He also chose his words carefully and nodded slowly.
"It should be."
Shi Hang immediately quieted down. After a long while, he slapped his thigh.
"F * ck!"
"Awesome!"
Taipei, Assassin Club training base.
Nian Thirteen, the captain of the battle squad, also slapped his thigh hard. He looked at his team members, who were still a little confused, and sighed.
"F * ck, it's not just awesome!"
"This is f * cking awesome!"
Another member of the Hitman Squad asked cautiously:
"Captain, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Nian Thirteen squinted at the member who asked the question, then turned his eyes back to the live broadcast on the LCD screen. He chuckled.
"It means that God- Hand of God is going to stand up."
"But … it's not our turn to worry about it."
"The other clans above us are suffering a much greater impact than us."
…
The scene was filled with cheers and applause like a tsunami.
And the aftermath of this match seemed to be surging to the world, setting off huge waves that impacted the entire world of professional esports.
Korea, Fate Club training base. Mi
Team X's club base.
Europe, Lege
Team D's base.
North America, Seaso
The club's base.
All of them were affected by the impact.
Mi, the dark horse of this season's rookie talent,
Fly, the mid-laner player of Team X, had an alternating expression on his face. He stared at the live broadcast in front of him, unable to say a word.
With his arrogance and conceit, he would not easily admit that he was not as good as others.
But at this moment …
Even he could not help but feel a little depressed, as if his confidence had been hit.
IX looked at the live broadcast.
He also looked at the figure of the LPL's number one mid-laner in Team God's competition room.
His line of sight never moved away from the figure.
The three Yonkō (Four Kings) of the new generation.
At this moment, as if they had a tacit understanding, they remained silent at the same time.
This was a show of respect and respect.
For the new member who had finally crossed the threshold and stood between them.
It was also out of fear.
This new member's new strength after crossing the threshold might be so strong that it would surpass their original expectations and imagination.
Because, perhaps others could not feel it, but at their level of strength, even if they were thousands of miles away, even if they were only watching the game through the live broadcast, at this moment, they could still faintly sense something special from the figure in the screen.
It was an invisible momentum.
Slowly taking shape.
Gradually rising.
Crossing the threshold, all the way … to the peak.
A bitter smile appeared on his face. He shook his head gently, just like Phoe in Europe and North America at this moment.
IX and Autum
Made the same move —
(Next year …)
(Difficult.)
…
"Only by pushing yourself to the edge can you have the determination and courage to create miracles."
"Only by pushing yourself to the extreme can you find a glimmer of hope in the extreme."
In the backfield below the stage, Number One said in a leisurely tone, looking at Morning Star and several other God players who were walking down the stage. The appreciation and smile on his face could not be concealed.
"This kid, starting from the choice of taking out the card —"
"Actually, I've already guessed that this would be the result."
Beside him, Number Five smiled and nodded.
"That's right."
"Hard work will always be rewarded. Starting from the Natal Hero that he is best at, and finally returning to his Natal Hero."
"In today's match, no matter who wins or loses, Ah Xing will not have any regrets."
Yes.
There were only five matches in the finals.
Regardless of the outcome, for a professional esports player, once he broke through himself and crossed the threshold of the Four Kings, he would be welcomed with a brand new future. He would be able to create more exciting things that belonged to him and fight for more glory that belonged to him.
Number Three looked askance at his companions.
"Hey, you can't say that, right?"
"How can it not matter who wins or loses? It's not the end yet, and you're talking about not having any regrets … It sounds like the God players have already lost."
Number Four adjusted the spectacles on the bridge of his nose and smiled.
"That's true."
"Ah Xing and his team have won this match. Next … the real pressure will fall on SSK."
Number Two turned to look at the distant stage, his gaze sharp and cold.
"To put it bluntly —"
"The pressure will fall on that kid with the surname Han."
On the stage, in SSK's arena.
Han Shihao stood up from his seat and followed his teammates down the stage.
At this moment, the entire arena was cheering for God Team.
In contrast, the figure of the world's number one midlaner of SSK seemed a little cold and lonely.
Number One narrowed his eyes slightly.
He did not speak.
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