Even many years later, for the original LPL players and fans, the final 'best-of-five' match of the World Finals was a dark memory that they did not want to look back on.
They even wanted to selectively forget the 34 minutes of this decisive game.
Even if it was such a thrilling 34 minutes of wonderful ups and downs.
But after all —
Finally, when the dust settled, the purple "Victory" emblem on the big screen in the stadium sounded like a death knell in everyone's ears.
It announced the complete shattering of their dreams and fantasies.
And no one would ever forget how they felt at that moment.
At that moment, it was raining in London.
The heavy rain was heavy and torrential, as if it had covered up the deafening screams and exclamations that should have been ringing in Wembley Stadium.
At that moment, it was late at night in China.
Outside every internet cafe, every school and every student dormitory building, it was dead silent.
It was as if the whole world had lost its sound.
People stared at their computers, monitors, or mobile phones in a daze, subconsciously trying to get the real-time information from the London finals.
Their brains were trying to absorb and digest the information, but it was as if there was a buzzing sound, and everything was blank.
Lost.
The total score was 2 to 3.
God- Hand of God lost to SSK.
In the final match point, they were regrettably defeated.
The dream was shattered in Wembley Stadium.
…
Everyone could see the stupefied expressions on the faces of the members of Team God in the competition arena.
One could see the red-rimmed eyes of the Chinese male students in the audience, as well as the girls who were already in tears.
Behind the stage, the other members of Team God, as well as the team leaders and coaches, stood rooted to the ground.
And the staff from the China Telecommunications Association could not help but lower their heads in sadness.
And the three commentators on the China commentary platform tried their best to control their emotions, but still could not stop themselves from sobbing.
"They've done very well."
That was Old Mi's voice. He tried his best to control his tone and tone, but there was still a slight tremor in his voice. It rang in the ears of every LPL player.
"Really."
"Very good, very good."
"We've just witnessed … a battle that has never been seen before in the truest sense of the word. It's the most thrilling battle of the pinnacle."
"What you see are the five lads from God- Hand of God. They represent the most wonderful and beautiful performance of our LPL division for the world."
"So, no matter who wins or loses —"
"They are the heroes of our LPL division!"
Old Mi couldn't control his emotions anymore. He turned off the power button on the microphone on the table before he lost his composure. Then, he lowered his head.
Just so that no one could see the redness in his eyes.
By the side, Fei Yan's hands were trembling, and she could not hold the microphone steadily. She could not wipe away her tears no matter how hard she tried. Mo Sheng could only clench his teeth and hold back the urge to cry. He took over the task of explaining the ending of the show, and after taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to speak with great difficulty.
"That's right. Finally, we have to congratulate SSK Team for taking the final victory."
"They won the championship once again, continuing their legend."
"But …"
"Here, I hope that everyone can pull themselves together."
"Just like every LPL player, I understand how heavy and sad everyone is feeling right now."
"However, I beg everyone not to be too harsh on our God- Hand of God. They have done very well, and I believe that no other team in the world can do better than them in this decisive match."
"I also beg everyone not to completely lose confidence and hope in our LPL just because of today's loss."
"There's still time."
"One day, our LPL team will be able to step onto this stage again and bring back the championship Summoner's Trophy … to our division!"
The commentators' voices were transmitted into the ears of every player on the server through the microphone.
The entire LPL was still silent at this moment.
Even in the live streaming rooms of the major live streaming platforms, there were barely any bullet screen updates.
The players and fans on the server were at a loss.
They listened to the commentary subconsciously.
Even Mo Sheng's words of encouragement did not have the slightest effect at this time.
Of course, any normal player would never criticize the members of Team God. This was because in this final match, from the top laner to the support, the players in every position had performed so well that it was hard to find any fault with them.
Any LPL fan with a bit of conscience would never deny Team God's performance on the battlefield today, nor would they deny their contributions.
However, the second half of Mo Sheng's speech left a huge question mark in the hearts of every player.
'Is there really … a chance?'
At this moment.
Countless people couldn't help but have this thought in their minds.
Heavy.
And dejected.
…
People were never afraid of challenges.
If they met a strong opponent, they just had to try their best.
However, what if it was a challenge that had no hope of success?
When you gave it your all, risked everything, and finally climbed over the mountain that you once thought was out of reach.
They looked around excitedly.
Then, they looked up.
Only to see an even more majestic mountain that pierced through the clouds, as if it had never changed.
At that moment …
What did it feel like?
There were probably no words that could describe it.
On the stage of Wembley Stadium, countless spotlights and cameras focused on SSK's arena.
At the most eye-catching point of focus.
A figure put away his mouse and keyboard and stood up from his seat in the middle lane.
He looked so calm and indifferent.
However, it also made almost all of the League of Legends players in the world feel a little suffocated at this moment. It was as if this seemingly thin and thin figure was inadvertently exuding an indescribable aura.
It seemed to have lost some of the pride and fierceness that belonged to the leader of the Four Kings, the world's number one middle lane.
It had changed so much that it seemed ordinary.
Yet …
It made it even more difficult for people to breathe.
In China, Shanghai, KG Club's training room was dead silent. KG's jungler, Old C, swallowed his saliva and spoke in a dry voice.
"Why … do I feel like he's different?"
Beside him, Shi Hang did not answer.
Because even he couldn't give an answer. He could only stare at the figure on the screen and ask Tian Tian, who was next to him, with great difficulty, "What's going on?
"Do you understand?"
Tian Tian's lips trembled. After a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a word.
"No."
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