Chapter 806
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The second time.
This was the second time North of Yin Wuyao had fallen.
And the third time, regardless of whether Cheng was still around.
Grand Realm would be declared the winner of this match.
The fans' emotions were unfathomable.
The shoutcaster shook his head. "I never expected this match to turn into a rookie show for Grand Realm. It seems like Supreme Alliance is still lacking in certain aspects."
"That's normal." The shoutcaster analyzed everything. "Even though Supreme Alliance has many pros, they all have a problem. For example, North of Yin Mountain. You and I both know that age has a definite effect on the speed of the opponent. This is only the first match for Supreme Alliance and there are still two more matches to go. This time, Supreme Alliance has recruited four main players. Other than Spade Z and North of Yin Mountain, the other two are completely new rookies. In a 5v5, it won't be easy for them. If this continues, I'm afraid they will lose the second match and won't even have the chance to enter the team battle."
"North of Yin Wuyao has revived. This time, he should be able to defend for a longer period of time. The Supreme Alliance members sitting outside the arena must be in a bad mood …"
The livestream had to showcase their condition.
With the shoutcaster's words, the camera shifted, aiming at Qin Mo's position.
Unexpectedly, there wasn't much emotion on that elegant and handsome face. His long fingers pressed onto the Bluetooth earpiece on his left side.
The shoutcaster was shocked. "Is Qin Mo planning to use the call now?"
Every captain had a chance to speak to a member.
This was an adjustment made in the past two years.
But everyone knew the importance of this call.
The other shoutcaster was confused. "If I were Qin Mo, I wouldn't use the call here. There is a 2v2 coming up. Compared to the 1v1 that can't be salvaged, it would be more meaningful to use it in the 2v2."
"That is indeed the case, but he did press the earpiece. Since that is the case, pass the microphone to the stage control, let's hear what Qin Mo has to say."
The game sound was muffled.
Then Qin Mo's voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece. Not only did it reach the audience's ears, it also reached Yin Wuyao's ears. "Hand speed has nothing to do with age. Since you've decided to come back, why not prove it?"
That was it?
The commentator paused.
They had purposely set aside some time to listen to how Qin Mo would guide Yin Wuyao.
But now, this was all he said?
However, the young man sitting on the bench felt that this sentence was enough.
Bo Jiu smiled faintly when she heard that.
Yin Wuyao, who was wearing headphones, felt a chill run down his spine.
Then, he lifted his eyes and looked at the screen in front of him.
The memories of the past spread from his mind to his limbs.
The night he was expelled from the club.
He lay on the bed and smoked. He didn't want to go anywhere.
He had also told himself that he should just forget about it. He was indeed at that age.
But he couldn't persuade himself.
He wanted to fight again.
I really can't accept that I didn't get the championship.
For a professional player, not having a match to play in was more painful than anything.
It's not that I haven't thought about going to other clubs.
But everyone had the same idea.
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