Chapter 203.1: Lets bet. Laozi bets three million betting coins that RR will win!” (1/2)

That final reversal even stunned Wei Xiao. “Beautiful!”

He praised Money unceremoniously, “Captain Mo grasped the timing of that attack too well. He locked in completely on Eurostar’s position. The thing that makes this wave so amazing is that Eurostar didn’t make any mistakes in positioning, and TPT’s support and top-lane had both been standing in dead corners. Captain Mo still managed to find the opportunity to cut him down, and his release and prejudgment of his skills were both extremely accurate. That was the only way he was able to take down Eurostar!”

And Eurostar’s fall had been the start of TPT’s collapse.

Their big c-position had been killed, making it difficult for them to gain any benefits against RR’s five, who were sweeping forward with great momentum despite the gap in farm.

This defeat had been like a landslide. No matter how much of an advantage TPT had had before, this sudden death wave in the late stage was a collapse that shattered the heavens and split the earth.

This was also where the charm of the competition lay; there were unexpected events that went beyond strategy.

Wei Xiao praised this wave vigorously, managing not to repeat himself, all the way until he saw one line in the scrolling comments––

“Q Cub, look at your captain.”

Wei Xiao: “!”

“If you keep praising, your captain’s going to die of jealousy!”

Wei Xiao quickly turned his head. With one look… if they weren’t live broadcasting, then he would’ve leaned over to kiss him.

The scrolling comments were joking, but Wei Xiao could see it clearly: Lu Feng had really gotten jealous and was eating the kind of vinegar that meant that he might be sent back to sleep in the master bedroom at any time!

Wei Xiao didn’t have any more attention to spare for some Mo Hui, Mo White, or Mo Red, and quickly went to coax him, “Cough, if my captain was the one playing this death knight, then Eurostar would’ve died thousands of times already.”

Lu Feng stuffed a piece of watermelon at him.

Wei Xiao’s cheeks puffed out as he worked hard to eat it.

The scrolling comments laughed so hard they were unable to catch their breath and joked, “If I didn’t know Little Lunatic Wei’s character, then I really would think that the two of you were having an affair!”

These words were mixed in with a pile of scrolling comments exclaiming about how sweet they were, but Wei Xiao noticed it, and his heart inexplicably tensed up slightly.

There were others who were trying to make trouble, latching on to Wei Xiao’s earlier words. “So, based on this, is God Q more afraid of TPT?”

Wei Xiao’s joy had overflowed in his words when RR won. From another perspective, it was as if he hadn’t wanted TPT to win. Why didn’t he want them to win? Wasn’t it because he was afraid to meet them in the finals?

This logic…

The haters were working hard!

Wei Xiao smiled broadly and retorted, “Who am I afraid of? I’ll only be afraid of my captain in this lifetime.”

Scrolling comments: “…….”

Wei Xiao followed up and asked, “Which player in TPT is more powerful than my captain?”

The haters: “……” Sorry, please excuse us!

The fans started getting excited again. They all expressed that ever since they started being Quiet fans, they didn’t know what it meant to eat a loss!

COOL, written in capital letters.

Oh and it was sweet too.

This fake sugar was so sweet that ‘Sealing you as king’ became the number one term for Glory!

Ever since Wei Xiao’s real name had been exposed, the fans had given them countless CP names, which didn’t need to be mentioned here.

After chatting for a while, both sides finished resting and started on the fourth match.

This was RR’s match point. If they won this game, the national finals held on June 2 would be against FTW and RR.

As for TPT, if another situation like the one from the previous match appeared, then their season would come to an end here.

The camera displayed each team’s players one by one.

There were a total of ten people from both sides, and none of them had relaxed expressions on their faces.

Eurostar, who always grinned and showed his teeth when he saw the camera, looked at the screen without blinking. He only nodded slightly, as though listening to his captain through the headset.

RR’s Mo Hui was very serious, too. He’d put away his usual casual attitude and was sitting up straight, looking more serious than ever.

The fourth game…

They’d warmed up, their blood was heated, and winning or losing would be determined with this fight!

The BP ended, and the match began.

It could be seen that the reversal from the last game had given RR a lot of encouragement. Regardless of whether it was Mo Hui or Moonlit, their top-laner or their support or their marksman, the whole team’s momentum was soaring upwards.

RR was known for its mid-jungler linkage, and Mo Hui performed very well, cooperating with Moonlit perfectly.

At the start, Wei Xiao was still providing commentary for the game. Later on, he was focused on watching.

There was something to learn here, and he could put it into use.

Seeing that he’d fallen silent, Lu Feng casually spoke a few sentences.

The audience in the scrolling comments felt both love and hate towards him: They loved the sound of his voice, which made their ears tingle, but they hated his ‘spoilers’. Battles that could’ve been very exciting were ruined because one of his sentences meant that they learned the results in advance…

There were also some members of the audience who questioned how the great demon king could be so powerful with his predictions and game awareness!

In fact, it wasn’t that exaggerated. Senior commentators could also do this, but they didn’t do it.

Commentators had to be professional, and they were facing a national audience. What was more important was to ‘provide commentary’ on the game, describing what had happened to the audience and enhancing the viewing effect.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t see through what would happen, but that they couldn’t say it out loud for the audience to hear.

As for Lu Feng’s godly foresight, it was also conditional.

He was observing the game from god’s perspective, which was quite different from what he could see in the game. This mode allowed him to see the trends from both sides, and it wasn’t difficult for Lu Feng, as a player with this type of game awareness, to predict what would happen next.

RR’s offense slowed down in the last 30 minutes.

TPT fans were so nervous that they were almost hugging their heads and crying.

Wei Xiao got to the point with one remark, “There isn’t much of a difference in farm.”

Don’t judge based on RR’s strong momentum and their lead with the kill count; Mo Hui’s ganking had been very effective, but the difference in farm between the two teams wasn’t very significant.

Often, MOBA games were played out based on a difference in farm.