Chapter 747
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Of course, there was a replay.
But no one had expected it.
Even with Spade Z's presence.
The MVP of the entire match was still Qin Mo.
But it wasn't strange since there was a 2v2 match. Almighty Qin had Baby Feng watch from the side while he challenged the opponent three times.
Actually, Baby Feng didn't want to watch but he couldn't keep up with his captain's speed, so he pushed the tower over.
In the end, he took down the city.
This way, Qin Mo's kill count was higher than Spade Z's.
Of course, that wasn't the only way to evaluate the MVP.
There were other contributions.
The audience noticed it too. Even though the kill count was the same.
The two of them were different in other aspects.
When Almighty Qin was killing, he had pushed down one or two defense towers. His output was different.
Looking at the string of numbers.
Even for the players of the pro teams, the only thought that flashed through their minds was admiration.
But there was one person who wasn't.
He was sitting among the audience but unlike when he was on a variety show, he wasn't wearing his uniform this time. Instead, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles and a black mask.
"The esports industry is really different now, heh."
He laughed softly.
His words were overheard by the person sitting beside him.
"Why? Still nostalgic? "
Even though he was here to watch esports, he was holding onto a book that only a criminal psychologist would read. His long black hair brushed past his fingernails that were dyed red.
The light blocked his face, making it hard to see his features.
Rao Rong pushed his spectacles up, the lenses reflecting the light. "How could that be? You don't know why I'm back, it's all for revenge."
"Of course I know, but I'm not interested in such a competition." He closed the book. "Why does he like to play such a game that doesn't match his identity? He should have come out earlier to play, don't you think?"
Rao Rong tilted his head. "According to his personality, he should have forgotten about you long ago."
"No, you don't understand him as well as I do, or rather, no one understands him as well as I do." He cupped his face with both hands, his eyes smiling but it made one feel uncomfortable. There was a sweet aura around him.
Rao Rong didn't say anything else.
Because there was a point.
He couldn't say it out loud, but he had to admit it.
When he saw Qin Mo controlling the character to lower his stance and sweep, his bloodline stirred.
However, it was only for a moment before it disappeared.
Esports.
His blood was boiling.
He was just an existence that would abandon his teammates once they were no longer useful to him.
Rao Rong looked at his hands, the light blurring his expression.
According to convention, one of the winning team's captain or vice-captain had to be interviewed.
It was impossible for Almighty Qin to accept an interview.
The media went straight for Bo Jiu, the long-legged youngster.
The host led Bo Jiu to a quieter place.
On the other side, the members of the battle team began to officially leave the stage.
But at this moment.
On the leftmost side of the audience, one of the male fans suddenly shouted in excitement, "Watanabe Great God?!!"
Watanabe, who was about to leave with his hat on, cursed in his heart.
Their first reaction was to look at their vice-captain.
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