London, Wembley Stadium.
Applause finally rang out in the stadium.
It grew louder and louder until it turned into thunderous cheers and screams.
The audience in the stadium was always the fairest. Even if they were in different divisions and had different supporters, after watching such a set of best-of-five matches and watching the final game, no matter what kind of feelings they had, they would still give their due warm applause.
This was a show of respect for SSK, the reigning world champion.
It was also a show of praise for the world's number one midlaner, who once again proved his dominance with his strength.
As expected of the F.
The world's number one midlaner … was still the world's number one midlaner.
Not to mention, the millions of Korean fans on the Korean forums were completely ecstatic!
Ah, C!
We won!
The final victory still belonged to their glorious LCK region!
The Summoner's Cup of Glory was won by their team, SSK!
From this moment on, all the criticisms and speculations of the outside world that had been going on for more than a month were directly shattered by reality. All the rumors and all the pessimism could only collapse on their own in the face of such an iron-clad truth.
SSK's decline?
China's strongest year in the LPL region?
The ferocious charge and challenge of God's Hand?
The Korean players snorted. Their own team, SSK, had once again won the cup. Their arrogance was finally on full display. What kind of joke was this? Their LCK region's dominant position in the League of Legends was not something that could be broken so easily.
What kind of clown dared to come up and show off?
At the end of the day, they were nothing more than a stepping stone for SSK's reign.
Such an arrogant and conceited attitude would have earned the disgust and disgust of the people from the other competition zones. Those with more violent tempers would have probably mocked and stabbed back at the Korean players. However, at this moment, everyone from the other competition zones could only remain silent before the arrogant Korean players.
North America's LCS, Europe's LCS, China's LPL, and even the Chinese servers and wild cards —
The various teams and clubs in the various divisions could only silently watch this scene unfold before them.
The five members of SSK, who had won the championship once again, stood up calmly, hugged and high-fived each other, and were surrounded by deafening cheers and applause.
Especially when they saw the world's number one midlaner surrounded by the other four members of SSK.
The members of the various teams couldn't help but feel dejected and heavy in their hearts.
Such an SSK …
Next year, who could stop them?
…
The answer was almost certainly no.
In today's set of best-of-five matches, as the opponent of SSK, God- Hand of God's performance had almost reached the pinnacle.
It could even be said that the state and strength that Team God had displayed in today's set of 'best-of-five' matches would have been enough to dominate any of the previous finals. It was enough to win any of the previous World Championship trophies.
But the Hand of God still fell in front of SSK today.
Morning Star, who had displayed strength that surpassed the other Yonkō, still lost to the world's number one midlaner of SSK.
Such an SSK was unstoppable.
And such an F- Han Shihao …
It could no longer be measured by common sense.
“F！ — F! — F! — F! "
In the audience, there were Korean players who were also international students shouting that name at the top of their lungs.
Then, other European and American spectators joined in with excitement and fanaticism.
Even though there were some LPL spectators who were also cheering for "Morning Star" and "Star King," they were quickly drowned out by the earth-shattering screams and cheers.
There was only one name left in the entire Wembley Stadium.
The deafening cheers reverberated throughout the stadium.
“F！ — F! — F! — F!
“F！ — F! — F! — F!
It was a celebration, but it was also a declaration.
It was a declaration that SSK's reign was far from over.
It was a declaration that the world's number one midlaner, who stood at the top of the pyramid, had taken another step forward.
And this step …
Was the path to becoming a legend.
Below the stage, the deafening cheers from the audience could still be heard from the backstage area.
Park Canlie leaned against the wall, looking in the direction of the arena. The corners of his mouth curled into a lazy smile, as if none of this had anything to do with him, or as if everything was within his expectations.
Not far away, two figures walked towards them.
The young SSK Club's chief supervisor still had that lazy and casual look on his face. Facing the two legends of the previous generation in the Korean eSports circle, he bowed in an extremely gentlemanly manner and smiled.
"Fortunately, I didn't disappoint you."
…
The five members of Team SSK walked out of their own arena room and walked toward Team God's arena on the other side.
This was the final handshake session.
It could also be said that it was the winner's condolence to the loser.
But this time, no matter how indifferent Cube was or how arrogant Ray was, they all wore a solemn expression on their faces. They meticulously shook hands and bowed to the members of God.
This was the highest form of respect they had for their opponents today.
They had indeed never met such a strong and evenly matched opponent.
They had almost never been forced into such a dangerous situation.
Of course —
The final victory would still belong to them.
Therefore, the members of God could only try their best to wipe away the tears on their faces and accept the consolation and greetings from their opponents with reddened eyes.
Morning Star stood in place, motionless. Only when every SSK member came up to him would he silently extend his hand to shake hands with them.
And each and every one of them bowed and bowed.
Every single one of his movements was as meticulous as ever.
But from the perspective of the caster, the figure of the God team's midlaner captain seemed to be bending down bit by bit.
It revealed more unspeakable sadness and desolation.
Finally.
Han Shihao walked in front of Morning Star, and the two looked into each other's eyes.
Han Shihao took the initiative to extend his hand to Morning Star. He spoke in choppy English, which was not exactly fluent.
"Good game."
Morning Star paused for a moment, extended his hand to shake the other's, and smiled bitterly.
"Congratulations to you guys."
For the first time, Han Shihao did not rush to leave after the handshake. Instead, he stood still and looked at his opponent in the previous five matches, and said one more sentence.
"You were just a little bit off."
Yes.
It was really just a little bit of a difference, or even just a matter of luck.
Han Shihao paused, and then shook his head.
"In the future —"
"It's not just a little bit off."
With that, the captain of SSK team bowed to Morning Star calmly, then walked away.
Morning Star was left standing in place.
He slowly lowered his head.
Yes.
He understood the other party's meaning, and he also knew that the other party was right.
Today's set of 'best-of-five', and even the final match, was the one where he had the best chance of beating his opponent. But after this match … perhaps, he would never have such a chance again.
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