[2] GLORY

Chapter 213.1 - 213.2

Chapter 213.1: Crazy and arrogant!

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The screen started to show a replay of highlight clips from the match just now.

The first wave of fighting in the dragon pit and then charging in, encircling their opponents and counter attacking...there were only a short few minutes of clips that had been selected from the game, but it was still able to make people's blood boil.

Too exciting!

When Ning Zhehan assaulted the dragon pit and snatched the silver dragon, the audience once again burst into fierce applause.

The second clip was of the final group battle, where the ten players met face to face to fight for victory.

TPT, who concentrated their efforts on protecting Eurostar, Close, who rushed into the enemy's midst on his own, and the four little ones who charged at TPT like madmen after their captain died in battle.

Dazzling special effects, explosive combos, and the pentakill that Quiet seized with his violent DPS!

A pentakill on the stage of the grand finals!

A pentakill that determined the final outcome of the game!

Not only had FTW.Quiet gotten an unparalleled pentakill, he'd also lit up the entire venue with a dazzling light.

Like the scorching sun shining in the sky, showing infinite glory!

When these words appeared powerfully on the screen, everyone shouted out--

For The Win!

FTW was amazing!

Fans were immersed in the revelry celebrating the rise of the new champion, but professional players seated at the front row were quiet--

3U and RR had all come to watch the game.

Asleep and Moonlit watched as FTW bathed in glory, their black eyes burning.

Cong Yi was a little more restrained, but his back was straighter than usual.

Mo Hui cursed, "If Laozi wasn't out of money, I would definitely do a million dollar draw to suppress my shock."

They were really strong. There was no need to mention FTW, but TPT was inhuman, too.

When faced with such a TPT, FTW was actually able to beat them with a 3:0 score. It made them even more f*cking inhuman!

There were waves surging beneath the quiet, waves of boundless expectation for the next season.

The director started to act 'randomly' again, panning the camera across the crowd to show the Team of Gods. The fans, who were already exuberant in the live broadcast room, burst out into even more excitement.

"Did you see? Our FTW won the championship 3:0!"

"FTW is still a big daddy even without you guys!"

"Go die, Bastard Yan, this year's global championship will be from China!"

The camera panned over and moved away in a flash, but the mood of the people in the Team of Gods was far from the calm that showed on the surface.

Even if they'd been abroad, they'd watched all of Lu Feng's games over the past three years--

In how many games had his teammates all died, leaving Close to support everything on his own?

How many times had Close turned the tide on his own and remained standing until the end?

And how many times had Close fought alone and forcibly turned a 5v5 game into a 1v5?

Finally, FTW didn't only have Lu Feng.