Chapter 191

“REAL fought their way up from the loser’s bracket,” the commentator glanced at his co-host, Dong Jianguo, “Looks like they’ve evolved.”

Dong Jianguo’s mouth twitched. “REAL definitely has the skill.”

“Dreaming, who do you think has the upper hand today?”

Dong Jianguo didn’t hesitate. “DSG, for sure.”

The commentators and the live chat all chuckled.

“The truth comes out when the chips are down.”

“Let’s be real, DSG’s chances today are sky-high. Just 3:0’d you, still not convinced?”

“Should we ditch the double-elimination format? Who steps up, still gets pummeled?”

“Fans, stay cool. Viewers love it. Thanks.”

“Indeed, looking at all the stats, DSG’s chances seem stronger,” the commentator grinned.

Dong Jianguo provided a fair analysis. “REAL’s bot lane and jungle are quite strong.”

In the winners’ bracket finals, REAL showed tremendous strength. While they didn’t win the last game, their performance was commendable. Giving up first blood early on, they managed to stabilize for over 30 minutes, standing up to DSG’s snowball capabilities. REAL’s prowess was undeniable, the match’s outcome on a razor’s edge, just a breath away.

What was missing, exactly?

The players entered the game room.

Their IDs appeared in the bottom left corner.

DSG.MY.

That was it.

Chen Dong exhaled. “Seeing Ma Bao’s ID now, my legs are shaking.”

Who could understand the pain of an AD getting picked off by a mage?

“Legs shaking is fine, just don’t let your hands shake,” Sun Yuanyang joked.

“Crazy Brother, your hands shaking?” Chen Dong asked.

Ye Chi: “Under control.”

Teammates burst into laughter.

This match determined a spot in the world championships. Pretending not to be nervous was self-deception.

An invisible shadow loomed overhead, the pressure from an ID.

After a few rounds against DSG, REAL’s only victory came when the jungle helped crack open the bot lane, leading to Chen Dong’s output explosion, perfectly avoiding fatal skills with a stopwatch in a crucial team fight, securing a win.

That game left Chen Dong sweating profusely, hands trembling after it was over.

Terrifying. Winning a game was so difficult!

With a gap in raw strength, REAL had to brainstorm every tactic and trick to try to win.

But they faced a serious dilemma.

If they lost in the finals, they’d immediately face KU in a survival match. Giving their all in the finals, showing all tactics and tricks, would leave them exposed for the survival match against KU, a veteran powerhouse club with a luxurious coaching staff and analysts who’d surely school REAL in the survival match.

Full throttle, risking everything for a slim chance of victory, or holding back, focusing on the survival match?

Even the team’s coach couldn’t decide.

After all, for any team, the most important match of the year was the world championships. Every player dreamed of lifting the trophy, getting their own championship skin, and leaving a permanent mark in the game.

What I love, what I give everything for, finally had proof.

The essence of being a professional lay right here.

“Let’s go,” as team captain, Ye Chi stood up during the meeting, “No matter the game, ‘winning’ is our only goal.”

In Ye Chi’s eyes, a professional player who lost their desire for victory didn’t deserve the title.

He believed if Mo Yin faced this situation, he’d make the same choice.

Cold, bitter coffee slid down his throat. Preemptive painkillers slowly kicked in, barely effective, but better than nothing. Mo Yin steadied his hand and set down the coffee cup calmly, listening attentively to his teammates and coaches discussing their draft strategy.

“All right, that’s it. MY, after clearing mid, keep an eye on bot lane, okay?”

“Got it.”

DSG was well aware of their team’s weaknesses. They lacked advantages in the bottom lane, REAL’s jungle rhythm was solid, and their AD’s lane ability was exceptional. Chen Dong had many flaws during his time in the secondary league, but he improved significantly after entering the main league. This version heavily tested personal skills in the bottom lane, and Chen Dong was undoubtedly DSG’s major concern.

“And DSG’s advantages are equally apparent. Their top lane’s laning and team fighting abilities are strong, their support is intuitive, and most importantly, their mid lane has absolute dominance.

Ye Chi was already an outstanding and versatile mid laner. He had been improving steadily, rapidly growing stronger since joining the league, and was approaching the very top tier of mid laners in the league.

Unfortunately, standing in his way was the mid lane overlord who had dominated the game for three years.

Mo Yin’s abilities surpassed Ye Chi’s in almost every aspect.

Winning lane meant he could leave it earlier, roam to support the jungle, and the other two lanes to compensate for the jungle’s shortcomings. Strong team fighting meant he could quickly eliminate the opponent’s primary damage dealer in team fights, achieving a situation where his team suffered no casualties while the opponent had fewer members.

A mid laner like this could make up for all the team’s shortcomings.

“How about the Mid Lane Emperor?” the coach asked Mo Yin’s opinion.

“No,” Mo Yin replied, “Lucian.”

“Lucian?”

“Yes.”

The coach fell silent, momentarily puzzled by Mo Yin’s choice.

Because he hadn’t chosen a mid laner yet, the commentators seemed to have noticed something. “DSG is about to pick their mid laner, and REAL has already banned three mid laners. They won’t have any choices left next round.”

“That’s right,” Dong Jianguo said, “The Emperor is still out there, and Viper isn’t bad either. MY plays both very well.”

The coach discussed with Mo Yin, “Choosing Lucian… doesn’t seem quite suitable.”

“It can work.”

Mo Yin’s tone was firm, and his teammates looked at him curiously.

Lucian in the AD position wasn’t great in this patch. He lacked late-game scaling. In the mid lane, unless he dominated his lane, by thirty minutes, Lucian was essentially useless.

This wasn’t a typical choice for Mo Yin. Choosing a champion who couldn’t scale?

But Mo Yin had already locked in Lucian.

The commentators were surprised.

“Lucian. Isn’t Lucian’s strength in the bot lane in this patch average?”

“Yes,” Dong Jianguo, as a professional player, had a strong say in roster selections. “He’s a mid-game hero. He’s only good until the mid-game, unless he snowballs his lane.”

“This Lucian might be going mid,” Dong Jianguo concluded.

As he said this, the commentators suddenly realized.

“Lucian mid lane, huh, Dreaming, what do you make of this?”

“Maybe it’s effective in scrims.”

“Have you seen MY use Lucian mid in scrims?”

“No, but I’ve seen him use it in ranked,” Dong Jianguo paused, expression conflicted, “He played it pretty insanely.”

The commentators chuckled. “Indeed, players like MY have deep champion pools. Heroes that seem ineffective in the hands of others often work wonders for MY. It’s just a matter of how REAL will respond.”

“Play for late game,” Dong Jianguo had fully immersed himself in commentary, “Pick a lineup that scales. If they can hold out past thirty minutes, they have a good chance.”

“Haha, Dreaming, your stance is compromised today.”

Dong Jianguo: “…”

Damn, got carried away.

No worries, Dong Jianguo adjusted his expression, as calm as MY. He trusted MY.

REAL’s train of thought was similar to Dong Jianguo’s. They maxed out their late-game composition with their champion choices.

The choice of Lucian on the other side presented an opportunity for REAL. In the winners’ bracket finals, three 3-0 victories were correct, but with an average game length of 37 minutes, holding out for half an hour was not difficult for them.

“DSG might rush this game,” Ye Chi told everyone before entering the game, “Let’s not rush it, play slowly, don’t give them a chance to group in the early game, farm normally, and wait for our chance.”

The teammates echoed their agreement.

Looking at the mid-game lineup on the screen, Ye Chi had some doubts.

This didn’t quite fit DSG’s recent playstyle.

Ye Chi stared at Lucian’s portrait in the middle and his ID below.

Mo Yin, are you about to shock us again?

Once in the game, Mo Yin immediately said, “I’ll take command of this game.”

Tang Qi hesitated for a moment, then quickly responded, “Okay.”

After taking over the shotcalling role, Mo Yin rarely commanded. The mid laner was already a player who had to take on many responsibilities in the game. Adding shotcalling would be too much pressure. Moreover, Mo Yin was an operational player. Balancing extreme operations and full-map commands would even overload a robot.

Today’s final match, in fact, didn’t put as much pressure on DSG’s players as the winner’s bracket finals did last time. They had already defeated their opponents once and had a clear expectation of their strength.

But Mo Yin, who has always been nonchalant, seemed more tense than them.

In the days leading up to the final, apart from training matches, Mo Yin stayed alone in his room resting. When the team leader asked if he wasn’t feeling well, Mo Yin simply said, “Nothing’s wrong. No need to prepare to beat them.”

His teammates sensed some contradictions, but that was Mo Yin. Even if they had doubts, they could only keep them to themselves and obediently follow Mo Yin’s orders.

The first game was a game of ultimate offense and defense.

A lineup with full pressure on offense and a need for quick decisions versus a lineup that started weak but had a great advantage if the game dragged into late stages.

“Let’s contest the mid lane.”

As soon as the game started, Mo Yin directed his jungle and support to the mid lane.

The mid and jungle swiftly cleared the waves, forcing the enemy mid laner back to their tower. Then, the three of them invaded the enemy red side jungle. REAL could only delay tactics and had to retreat to their blue side jungle to farm.

“Take the buff, red’s mine.”

Without hesitation, Guan Ming, who was focused on jungle farming, used smite to secure the red buff and handed the last sliver of health over to Mo Yin. Even Dong Jianguo on the commentary desk was stunned, “Is the jungle playing this selflessly?”

The commentator said, “Look at the ID, Lucian took the red at level 1, it’s MY’s. Just think about it, if you’re the jungle, would you give it away?”

Dong Jianguo paused for a few seconds and honestly said, “In solo queue, yes. In a match, no.”

There’s a wall between professional matches and solo queue. Early game levels, economy, and pace are crucial for the jungle role. Forget about red buff, even if it’s a small monster, Dong Jianguo’s experience level also needs to be acknowledged.

Even if it’s MY, it’s hard for him to give up the first red buff. Bro, this is the first red buff!

Unless the mid laner takes this red buff, saying that the jungle is lying down in this match, you have to see his mid laner’s performance, then he can consider it.

Dong Jianguo also doesn’t doubt MY’s carry ability but questions Lucian’s carry ability on this hero in this version.

To bring a hero to a level far beyond the timeline within thirty minutes, create a huge economic advantage, crush the enemy, and win the game—buddy, this is the Summer Finals, not a solo queue. The criteria for winning are so strict, it’s really unreasonable!

Even if it’s MY…

Mo Yin was fully focused on the game, constantly commanding his teammates. He played aggressively, crazily consuming resources, supporting top and bottom lanes, invading the enemy jungle, controlling dragons, and ganking. Guan Ming completely became his bodyguard, and the mid and jungle duo roamed the map, whenever resources were refreshed, DSG immediately took control, kills in all lanes, team fights, and waves of attacks one after another, like a storm, making it difficult for people to breathe! Even the commentators on stage were almost suffocated by this intense offensive.

28:21.

With god-tier equipment, Lucian stood in front of his opponent’s base.

“Unbelievable…” The commentator, almost out of breath from speaking too quickly, “This is the most aggressive match I’ve ever seen from MY!”

“When MY debuted, he was already very skilled at playing with a fast-paced rhythm, but today he has truly exceeded my expectations of his tempo limits. Dreaming, I’ll give you another chance to answer that question: Red, will you give it?”

Dong Jianguo’s lips parted slightly. On camera, Mo Yin had already taken off his headphones, holding a water bottle as he walked off. Apart from his slightly quick footsteps, he appeared calm.

“…I’ll give it.”

The forums and barrage were also shocked by Mo Yin’s stormy playstyle today.

“Is Mai Bao really in such a bad mood today, or is it just my imagination?”

“Uh, feels like he’s in a rush…”

“Haha—indeed, he’s walking so fast. Did he forget to go to the bathroom before the match?”

“Lucian can carry in this patch, ridiculous. Okay, let’s pick Teemo to show everyone.”

“REAL is caught off guard. They probably didn’t expect DSG to strike so hard.”

“So terrifying, if I were a player, I’d be psychologically scarred.”

“Hello, I’m not a player, but I’ve already been scarred.”

The back-and-forth matches earlier, and the regular season loss gave everyone the impression that DSG was gradually descending from its pedestal, becoming a beatable opponent.

However, the first match almost made everyone who hoped for a miracle feel their hearts sink heavily.

How could they have such delusions?

In the lounge, Mo Yin leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed.

The most painful minutes had already passed in the restroom.

Teammates and coaches were discussing the strategies for the next game.

The voices filtered through a layer of static, drowned out by the roaring vibrations, barely audible and distant. He heard his teammates calling for him.

“MY?”

Mo Yin opened his eyes.

Tang Qi was looking at him. “If they don’t ban him next game, should we still pick Lucian?”

Mo Yin spoke succinctly and slowly, “Depends on the situation.”

“Continue with the fast-paced strategy in the second game?”

“Mm.”

He had to try to keep the game under thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes was the limit his body could endure the immense strain of mental focus.

Beyond thirty minutes, every second would exponentially increase the pain caused by organ damage.

That kind of pain couldn’t be completely numbed by any known drug in the world.

Today’s game wasn’t actually that important for DSG.

They had already qualified for the World Championships.

The World Championships were the most important storyline in this world.

He could give up this game and concentrate on confronting the world’s top teams at the World Championships, a fair duel with Ye Chi.

But… his fingers trembled lightly in his pocket from the lingering pain. “Just like last time, let’s end it 3:0 early.” He didn’t want to lose even a single game.

Second game.

Pan Sen in mid lane.

The commentators on the desk, the audience in the arena, and the fans watching online were once again amazed.

“Pan Sen,” Dong Jianguo stated directly, “I haven’t seen him in ranked games either.”

“He must have practiced on a smurf account,” the commentator analyzed, “He’s another early to mid-game hero.”

The commentator beside him speculated, “Could DSG be aiming for a speedrun record today? Shortest finals?”

“I don’t know, director? Director, can you give us some information? How long was the shortest duration of our finals?”

The commentator made a listening expression, then laughed as he looked up at the camera, somewhat resigned. “The director just said earlier, the shortest duration for all three finals combined was 82 minutes and 16 seconds. Now, can anyone guess which team holds that record?”

With the commentator’s remark, the barrage understood.

Rows of “… …” floated by.

This person, was he trying to set his own speedrun record in the finals? Against an opponent widely regarded as the most hopeful in three years?

Violence might not make someone convinced, but playing too violently on the court could really keep the person silent.

The highest level of penetration is silent.

REAL clearly learned their lesson from the first game. It was difficult for them to survive in DSG’s fast-paced rhythm with a late-game composition, so they also chose an early-game composition.

In the second game, it was attack versus attack, a clash of two teams.

The counter-attack of REAL raised the intensity of the game to a higher level, with constant team fights almost from the first minute, ending at 29 minutes and 19 seconds, with a total of 43 kills on both sides.

2:0.

The audience enjoyed it and were also convinced.

If anyone said before the winner’s bracket finals that miracles could happen and comebacks were possible, now no one could say that anymore. Even deliberately trying to provoke something couldn’t be done. In the face of absolute strength, stubbornness really resembled a clown.

The commentator asked Dong Jianguo how he felt.

Dong Jianguo forced a smile, “The game is quite exciting.”

The clip was cut out, and someone was puzzled that their team was almost being lifted into the World Championships, and why Dong Jianguo smiled so awkwardly.

Someone replied below—”Bro, in case you don’t know, he’s not just a commentator, he’s also a professional player. Seeing such a terrifying professional on stage, could you still smile?”

Inside the REAL lounge.

Chen Dong could still laugh, “What can we say? Are we getting shaved again?”

“Nima, we just can’t handle the early game directly, and we can’t drag the late game. How are we supposed to play?” Sun Yuanyang was a bit irritable. His jungle rhythm was stronger than Guan Ming’s, but today’s opponent’s mid-jungle combo made him feel disgusted. In the first game, the jungle area was swept away, and in the second game, it was defended, and the mid-Pan Sen was flying everywhere, with explosions everywhere, “Damn, they have one more jungle. Take the head and hit it?”

“My,” Ye Chi furrowed his brows in thought, “Next game, I’ll pay more attention to the details,” he looked at his teammates, “We’ve got to win the next one.”

Back on the stage,

Mo Yin sat down and gulped down another large sip of coffee.

His heartbeat was unusually fast.

It could be the effect of the coffee, or maybe the two painkillers he had just taken, or perhaps his body was truly nearing its limit.

“Last game,” Qin Kunlun said casually, “How about hotpot after this?”

“We haven’t won yet, don’t be too quick to pop the champagne.”

“Got it, got it, our little support is worrying again.”

Tang Qi felt a bit embarrassed as he glanced at Mo Yin through Ding Wenquan.

Mo Yin closed his eyes again to relax.

Tang Qi felt like Mo Yin had been a bit tired lately.

He hadn’t gone to the gym in the morning and hadn’t gone for a run at night. His words were as few as ever, but today, he was the most talkative Tang Qi had heard him be all week.

“MY,” Tang Qi asked with concern, “Are you okay? Are you tired?”

As soon as he said that, the other teammates also looked at Mo Yin.

Mo Yin opened his eyes, took another sip of coffee, and said, “Sleepy.”

“Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Mo Yin didn’t answer, just closed his eyes again.

The third game started very slowly. By the time the game finally began, Mo Yin opened his eyes again.

This time, REAL chose the blue side, banning three jungle champions in a row, and then first-picking Pig Girl, apparently targeting DSG’s jungle.

Guan Ming didn’t mind. He was just a utility player in this patch anyway. It didn’t matter what he picked; there weren’t many good jungle options left. He might as well save it for the second round.

“Let’s pick mid lane first.”

“How about Syndra?”

If they want to play aggressively in the early game, there aren’t many choices for mid lane. The champions picked in the first two games also need to fit into the composition. Once the composition is disrupted, there’s no room for more choices.

“How about Crocodile?”

Crocodile and Pig Girl make a good mid-jungle pairing. Choosing like this can disrupt REAL’s draft phase. The coach followed Mo Yin’s suggestion and locked in Crocodile.

The casters on stage now understand DSG’s strategy for today and confidently say that Crocodile must be mid lane.

When it came time for the second round of bans, REAL continued to ban two jungle champions.

Guan Ming chuckled, “They’re banning everything.”

“They didn’t ban everything,” Ding Wenquan said, “Trundle is still out there, they’re not afraid of Pig Girl.”

The coach agreed.

In the second round, they picked Trundle for jungle and nar for top lane in the last two positions.

REAL only had mid lane left to pick.

They revealed Rock Sparrow.

“Rock Sparrow works,” Dong Jianguo said on stage, “Quit’s Rock Sparrow is top-notch.”

The casters joked, “Can she top MY’s Crocodile?”

“Mechanically, she can.”

As soon as Dong Jianguo said this, the casters on stage laughed again.

Comments from the viewers’ chat – “Low EQ: Can’t beat him. High EQ: Mechanically, she can.”

Dong Jianguo spoke frankly.

As a jungler, he usually didn’t face off against Mo Yin, just focused on jungle clearing. Mid lane would suddenly scream that he couldn’t take it anymore, that MY was strong, he had always remained relatively detached from the action, normally watching games, without that much immersion. Today, being up close and personal on stage and commentating, he really had to admit that some things were just inexplicable!

Just as the casters were analyzing the lineup on stage, Dong Jianguo suddenly frowned, “Is it an OB bug? Why haven’t they swapped mid and jungle?”

“Yeah, producer? Any issues? Huh? Pig Girl in mid? Rock Sparrow in jungle??”

“This… Dream…”

Dong Jianguo was also stunned for a few seconds. The reaction speed of a professional player was still fast. He immediately regained his senses and said, “It works! Rock Sparrow jungle, Pig Girl mid to stick to people. Pig Girl’s tankiness can hold down the enemy mid-jungle combo, breaking the playstyle of the enemy mid-jungle duo. If Rock Sparrow can farm well after the early game, she’ll be terrifying once she scales up. Sea plays jungle champions very well. DSG should know there’s a gap in jungle performance between the two teams, so they simply don’t care about the jungle. You can ban however you want, anyway, they have a mid laner who can lead the pace. REAL played this very smartly, swapping mid and jungle is something DSG probably didn’t expect… Quit playing Pig Girl mid, they’ve kept it well hidden!”

Immersed in his commentary, Dong Jianguo had completely forgotten his neutral stance today and enthusiastically sided with REAL.

The scene captured by the cameraman showed DSG team members suddenly exchanging looks, clearly caught off guard by REAL’s strategy.

“It’s okay, just play like that,” the coach said as he patted Guan Ming’s chair. “Play at your own pace, don’t let them disrupt your footing. MY, are you still leading this one?”

“I’m leading.”

Mo Yin’s lips moved minimally, his voice faint.

“This round might really get dragged out by them. Don’t panic. Kashanar can handle them late game, okay?”

“Of course.”

Qin Kunlun remained confident. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry this one.”

Tang Qi added, “Bot lane will hold steady.”

The coach exited.

The game was underway.

At the same time, the protective mental preparation network was also set up.

Under the protection of this mental barrier, Mo Yin didn’t feel any pain. He could completely immerse himself in the game… unless his body couldn’t hold up…

Mo Yin looked at the computer screen.

Ye Chi was working hard.

He actively sought countermeasures, giving his all, not giving up despite repeated setbacks. After being knocked down heavily twice, he still chose to fearlessly face the challenge.

Mo Yin’s lips curved slightly.

Indeed, he was someone worth noticing.

The third game was a peak showdown between two opponents with consistent beliefs.

As Dong Jianguo predicted, Pig Girl went mid, relying on her tankiness to secure the jungle, making it impossible for Trundle and Crocodile to break through. Meanwhile, Taliyah didn’t care about anything, simply farming and invading the river crabs, completely outpacing the enemy Trundle in jungle tempo.

Trundle and Crocodile quickly became untangled.

Trundle began frequenting top lane, while Pig Girl completely sacrificed herself. Wherever Trundle went, she followed, unkillable and incredibly frustrating. Neither team’s tanks could tip the scales, and Pig Girl was purely there to help Taliyah dictate the tempo.

Compared to Mo Yin, who wanted to win through his own abilities, Ye Chi strategically put himself in a sacrificial position.

As Pig Girl sacrificed herself repeatedly to disrupt the enemy, the live chat began flooding with “tears in eyes.” Even forums were filled with posts saying, “Why do I want to see REAL win so badly? Seeing them give their all and try every possible way to win is truly moving.”

The underdog challenging the giants received unprecedented support.

DSG’s pace of attack was clearly slower than in the previous two games.

Crocodile was stuck in mid lane, unable to gain much advantage even with frequent visits from the jungle.

After holding back for two games, Sun Yuanyang finally got to use his proficient jungle champion in the third game. With his escort in mid lane, he smoothly controlled the vanguard and helped expand the advantage in bot lane.

“REAL’s unconventional tactics are finally paying off against DSG’s suffocating pressure rhythm!”

The game’s pace slowed down.

“Don’t worry,” Qin Kunlun said optimistically, “just wait until I scale up, I can carry.”

“We can handle late game with our composition,” Tang Qi added.

Only Mo Yin remained silent, saying nothing.

The game clock showed 17:29.

They hadn’t gained an advantage yet.

“I’ll go bot,” Mo Yin said, “swap bot to top, top to mid.”

Both lanes, well-lined up, took two seconds before responding.

Mo Yin’s eyes were fixed on the screen.

Ye Chi was really clever.

The curve of his lips deepened, and the tentacles of the mental barrier network tightly bonded together at the edge.

All bodily sensations had disappeared.

His reaction, thinking, and judgment abilities were all elevated to the limit of this body.

“They’re swapping lanes,” Ye Chi quickly noticed, making corresponding adjustments.

From his god’s-eye view, Dong Jianguo immediately understood, “DSG wants to play lane management against REAL, can’t let themselves be led around by the nose!”

In professional matches, apart from laning and team fights, understanding and managing minion waves was also crucial. Teams proficient in wave management could effectively dismantle their opponents without direct confrontation.

Audiences had never expected that in the third game, the comparison between the two teams was not just about drafting and team fights, but also about strategic intelligence and minion wave management.

Without direct head-on clashes, it was about flexible lane swaps, deploying vision, invading jungles—DSG’s rhythm gradually returned!

Audiences watching the barrage were stunned by DSG’s dazzling lane management.

“Damn… just playing with them…”

“DSG’s on fire, huh? The other side has no vision, and Trundle dares to venture so deep?”

“Referee, there’s a disconnect!”

“I can’t take it anymore, this guy is really too twisted. I’m not watching anymore, I can’t take it, I’m out.”

“No way… this is slow death…”

“Pure operations can manage a 2K gold deficit, yet they’re still going for it.”

Time ticked away.

It seemed REAL was pushed to their limits, finally forcing a team fight at Baron respawn, all eyes on Crocodile.

Thresh hooked from the brush but was dodged by Crocodile’s positioning, Rock Sparrow was prepared with a quick Grand Entrance followed by a rapid ultimate to separate Crocodile from his teammates. Caught in enemy encirclement, Crocodile was lifted and, after Mercury’s QSS expired, he flashed towards Rock Sparrow, stunned by a full combo, then managed to activate Stopwatch just as Pig Girl’s control skill came in.

Both sides’ maneuvers didn’t last more than five seconds.

Five seconds were enough for DSG teammates to join the fray with flashes and dashes, dodging Crocodile’s damage. After Stopwatch’s effect ended, Crocodile continued to unleash skills in the crowd, killing and healing, ending the team fight full health.

The screen was flooded with question marks.

Commentators continuously praised Mo Yin’s actions, leaving only admiration, “This Crocodile just pulled off the best Crocodile play of the year…”

The barrage went crazy.

“Crocodile is already swimming in there.”

“I give up, don’t bother with Worlds, just give them the trophy now, don’t waste any more time.”

“Unbelievable…”

“Such a scary Crocodile, a prehistoric giant…”

“It’s too much, I’ve turned it off, I can’t bear to watch anymore.”

“Uh, didn’t you turn it off earlier?”

Can’t win.

It’s not about the situation or the picks, if you can’t win, you can’t win.

No matter how much you hope for a miracle, how much you anticipate a heroic storyline playing out in reality, how moved you are… it’s just like this.

Abandon fantasies, accept reality.

This game is still dominated.

“It’s a shame, it’s already dragged on for 30 minutes, but it looks like they still can’t win.”

“DSG’s lineup is solid, Crocodile can’t handle it anymore.”

“Look at MY’s expression, he looks like he’s about to devour someone.”

In the lower right corner of the camera, the audience could clearly see Mo Yin’s serious expression, lips tightly pressed, almost pale, yet a flush of red on his face, beads of sweat sparkling on his forehead, running down his eyelids to his lashes, his clear eyes tinged with red blood vessels, pupils almost blue-black.

It was truly oppressive.

Forum’s divine reply.

—”This is the dominator mocking mortals who overestimate themselves.”

Finally, at 32:03, DSG pushed down REAL’s nexus.

With commentators shouting, “Congratulations to DSG for winning the Summer Championship again, achieving an unprecedented six consecutive regional championships!!!”

On stage, “pang pang—” a few sounds, golden streamers fell.

DSG players took off their headphones and embraced their teammates, with the jungle and support hugging first.

In the middle, Mo Yin sat still in his chair, hands still on the keyboard and mouse, stiffly trembling.

It felt like countless forces from different directions were tearing at his body.

Something inside was collapsing, mental energy diving into his vital organs, forcibly filling wounds, pain had become numb.

Mo Yin slowly lifted his head, golden streamers continuously falling on his face, the light touch felt like a knife edge across his cheeks, he raised his lips slightly, smiling from the depths of his heart, for this… piercing glory.