Everyone understood why he hesitated.

Brother Cai and Ning Zhehan’s cooperation really couldn’t compare with Fu Li and Du Yi’s.

This wasn’t about the players’ individual strengths, but the tacit understanding and awareness that was accumulated over time. This was a difficult barrier to cross.

FTW was still growing up, and they definitely had their shortcomings.

The mid-support linkage was relatively immature, but that didn’t matter. They had to face it, accept it, and just move forward step by step. They would definitely improve!

Wei Xiao finished clearing his jungle zone and was about to go to the top lane.

Lu Feng: “Zhuang Ruishi is at the top lane.”

Wei Xiao: “!”

There was no vision on the minimap. Lu Feng had probably determined this information by analyzing the trend in the jungle zones.

Zhuang Ruishi was in the top lane, so if Wei Xiao went over, the two sides would definitely break out in a skirmish.

Was it worth it?

Based on Lu Feng and Wei Xiao’s ability, they could easily kill the two people on the other team if they waited to gank them; they also wouldn’t die if they failed.

But…

Was there a more profitable option?

Wei Xiao didn’t say much and changed directions, heading straight to the bottom lane.

Close could hold up against the two people’s attacks on his own. Since that was the case, he should go to the bottom lane and gank Eurostar.

If the success rate was uncertain in a 2v2, then it was definitely much higher in a 2v1!

The commentators could see the overall trend from God’s perspective.

“Quiet didn’t go to the top lane. Will Zhuang Ruishi and Wei Ji be able to kill Close?”

The scrolling comments booed them directly, “”What are you thinking? Although the sky has already darkened, it’s still not time for you to start dreaming.”

The commentators continued, “In that case, will FTW be able to catch Eurostar?”

The scrolling comments were frivolous, “Eurostar’s storm hunter might have the lowest DPS, but his ability to preserve his life is definitely topnotch.”

“So, does that mean this round of top and bottom lane 2v1s is doomed to be fruitless?”

“Holy shit, look at the mid-lane!”

The director switched the camera over quickly and reached the middle lane.

The fights in the top and bottom lanes hadn’t yet started when close combat broke out in the mid-lane.

The two mid-laners who hadn’t yet reached level six and didn’t have their ultimate moves had already started fighting.

“Is Ning Zhehan so reckless?”

“The immortal warlock’s already in his face. Would he still be a man if he didn’t go for it?”

“But the problem is…”

“He can’t win, hey.”

The spirit mage was entangled with the immortal warlock. In this match, Du Yi had taken the holy priest, and the healing quantity of this talent couldn’t be over exaggerated.

A holy light fell on the immortal warlock, and even before the health that he’d lost rose up again, Fu Li had already used connecting clouds to rush up, causing Ning Zhehan’s health to fall by a third.

Bai Cai quickly tossed a light shield to Ning Zhehan, ultimately helping him resist the subsequent damage. Ning Zhehan rolled away from Fu Li’s next attack and countered with a wooden thorn.

Fu Li’s body shifted away lightly, and he avoided the damage.

Ning Zhehan was just about to roll back and make use of his passive ability to control the immortal warlock when Du Yi’s bubble tune arrived one step ahead of him, bouncing from the little soldier at critical health to the spirit mage’s body. It even bounced over to Bai Cai a couple times.

“Nice.” Fu Li’s voice was calm. He seized the chance that Du Yi had created for him, using connecting clouds with landing on clouds, letting them stack up to deal explosive damage.

System Announcement––

First Blood.

TPT.Auroral killed FTW.Silvery!

Fu Li took First Blood, tearing open a gap in the mid-lane and aiming straight at FTW’s shortcomings!

TPT’s top lane attack was fruitless. Close didn’t even lose a single soldier as he retreated safely.

In the bottom lane, Wei Xiao and Yue Wenle cooperated pretty well. They beat up Eurostar until he only had a silver of health left. Although they weren’t able to complete the attack, they’d managed to harm Eurostar quite a lot by forcing him to lose a group of lane soldiers.

TPT gave everyone a different feeling in this match.

They were really worthy of being a kaleidoscopic team. In the previous game, it was four protecting one, and in this game, they had a jungler core. It was a variety of routines, and each one was done well!

After grabbing First Blood, Fu Li’s farm was number one in the whole canyon. They continued with this tactic and continued to pressure the middle lane like crazy.

TPT’s operation made RR puff up in anger beneath the stage.

Money: “Old Thief Fu, he stole that really quickly!”

Moonlit: “One person’s skills might be inferior to that of others.”

Mo Hui refused to accept it. “Hmph!”

If Fu Li really won against FTW, he would definitely go and knock him down!

TPT and RR’s fight in the semi finals had really left them bloodied all over.

It was bad enough that RR had lost; they’d also revealed many of their tactics.

Who didn’t want to win in the top four? Who didn’t want to beat FTW?

RR had gone through many training matches with FTW in order to figure out a usable set of tactics, and that was the routine that Fu Li was currently using.

Their jungler would lock onto the top lane and help their own top-laner fight against the great demon king.

Their marksman would take a talent that had self-preservation ability and latch onto Yue Wenle.

They would rely on Moonlit’s high level of skill to squeeze Ning Zhehan in the mid-lane.

It wasn’t that everyone looked down on Little Ning, but he was a newcomer who didn’t yet have enough experience. Compared with the other FTW players, he was still a soft target to hit.

Suppressing the mid-lane and forcing Wei Xiao to come and provide support meant that their top lane could relax slightly; they didn’t dare to say that they could create a gap, but at least they wouldn’t be shut down by Close.

If they could resist Wei Xiao’s gank, they would already have won half the game. On the off-chance that they could also kill off Yue Wenle in a solo fight, then FTW would collapse for sure!

This had originally been RR’s tactics for winning the championship. Now, it had been fully copied by Fu Li. How could they not be angry about it!

What made it worse was that Fu Li had made up for their tactical defects. Taking advantage of the immortal cooperation between their mid-laner and their support, they’d strung up Bai Cai, restrained Wei Xiao, and left a free area for their bottom lane.

Eurostar took over half of a jungle zone, and his farm was snowballing quickly. Adding on his personal skill level, there was really a good chance he could kill Yue Wenle!

Although Yue Wenle had been the number one ADC in China last season, it was because FTW had won the national championship.

When it came to a real fight in personal strength, nobody would back down to anyone else.

When it came to who was first or not, they just had to fight to see!

The second match was more worrying than the first.

FTW’s fans began to panic again.

“That’s not good…”

“The great demon king has been restrained, the mid-lane is getting hit hard, and in the bottom lane, Eurostar is gradually pressuring Yue Wenle…”

“FTW is at a complete disadvantage.”

“What to do? What to do? If they can’t find a breakthrough point, then TPT will just do it again in the next match.”

“This isn’t a matter of just losing a match, it’s going to be a big deal!”

“Seriously, Ning Zhehan’s level… even if FTW makes it to the globals, there’s no way for him to fight against Xie He.”

There was an unprecedented silence in FTW’s team chat.

Bai Cai didn’t speak anymore, and Wei Xiao didn’t say anything. Lu Feng and Yue Wenle, who usually remained silent anyway, were even less likely to speak.

The more their farm fell behind, the more the middle lane became completely blown apart.

Finally, Little Ning couldn’t hold back anymore, “Brother Xiao…”

What should they do? He was completely unable to fight against Fu Li and Du Yi.

As soon as Wei Xiao came to help, Fu Li and Du Yi would immediately choose to avoid fighting. When Wei Xiao went to clear the jungle, they would begin to apply pressure again.

The most painful part wasn’t getting caught, but that they were completely unable to win against the other side in a 2v2.

There was no strategy, no awareness. What was right in front of their faces was nothing but a gap in strength.

––Cooperation was also a kind of strength.

Wei Xiao stared at the farm panel. “Brother Cai, go to the bottom lane.”

Bai Cai was shocked. “This…” As soon as he left, Ning Zhehan would become thoroughly useless!

Ning Zhehan had heard it clearly as well. He felt an icy cold chill run down his back. His fingers trembled slightly, and he lost a lane soldier.

Wei Xiao noticed all of this, but…

There was no rebuilding something without breaking it first.

This so-called bronze having an advantage against kings wasn’t as simple as just talking about it.

If he didn’t have enough confidence, then everything was all in vain.

While Brother Cai was hesitating, Lu Feng’s voice rang out, “Go to the bottom lane.”

Bai Cai gritted his teeth and said quietly, “Little Ning, you hold on. I-I’m going to first open up a gap in the bottom lane with Old Yue.” This was all he could think of.

Ning Zhehan tried to steady his voice, “Okay.”

The audience noticed the moment Bai Cai left.

“What does this mean? Is FTW giving up on the spirit mage?”

“With this useless mid-laner? They should’ve done that a long time ago.”

“That’s no good, he was already a weakness, and now if they leave him alone, this match…”

“I thought FTW was strong, but it turned out that they’re still noobs. Noobs don’t deserve to win, get lost and go home to raise pigs!”

“Can’t they change to a different mid-laner in the next season? Isn’t FTW rich and generous? Is it so difficult to find a mature mid-laner? Yet you insisted on raising up a newcomer, hahaha.”

The scrolling comments talked and cursed and had already plotted out FTW’s development route for the next two years.

The fans’ mentalities collapsed. They didn’t even have the energy to flame anyone.

In FTW’s team chat.

“Little Ning!” Wei Xiao locked onto his blue daddy. When there was only a tiny bit of health left, he tossed it towards the side of the middle lane.

Ning Zhehan was stunned for a moment, but his instincts moved faster than his brain, and the spirit mage had already tossed out a wooden thorn.

He was startled when the blue buff landed on his body. “I didn’t… it wasn’t on purpose.”

The berserker thief needed the blue buff. Not only could it fill up his mana bar, it would also reduce his cooldowns. It was very important, but he’d actually…

Wei Xiao: “It was originally meant for you.”

Ning Zhehan: “!”

Wei Xiao used a movement skill to get to the middle lane tower and said, “Do you believe in me?”

Ning Zhehan’s heart shook. “Yes!”

Wei Xiao: “Do you remember what I said to you before the game?”

Ning Zhehan’s heart filled with a wave of bitterness, and he couldn’t speak.

Wei Xiao spoke for him, “You’re our trump card for restraining Fu Li.”

Ning Zhehan: “But I…” Played so poorly and couldn’t do anything at all.

Wei Xiao: “Listen to me, don’t think about anything!”

As soon as his voice dropped, he rushed out of the grass and locked his scythe on Du Yi.

Ning Zhehan hurriedly rushed over to keep up, his heart filled with panic, “Brother Xiao…”

Wei Xiao: “Kill Fu Li!”

Everything happened very quickly. Wei Xiao’s sudden appearance surprised Fu Li. He’d predicted where the berserker thief’s scythe would land and dodged it, but unexpectedly, Wei Xiao wasn’t aiming at him. Instead, he locked in on Du Yi instead.

This…

Fu Li frowned slightly. He was just about to attack the berserker thief when a magic vine rose up from the ground, latching onto him firmly.

Fu Li: “!”

Ning Zhehan really didn’t think about anything. He didn’t think about who he was up against, didn’t think about how it was the stage for the national finals, and he didn’t think about what would happen if he lost.

There were only the three words from Wei Xiao left in his head: “Kill Fu Li!”

A full set of skills from the spirit mage landed on the immortal warlock’s body.

Fu Li couldn’t move and was directly controlled until he died.

The commentator’s voice was shrill, “The spirit mage’s combo was very accurate and precise, and those controls were connected to the point where the immortal warlock had no way to fight back!”

System Announcement––

FTW.Silvery killed TPT.Auroral.

Ning Zhehan had killed Fu Li!

The entire scene broke out with fierce applause. It was for the spirit mage, for Ning Zhehan, and for this mid-laner newcomer king.

Wei Xiao: “What are you in a daze for? Come get your double kill.”

Fu Li was dead. How would Du Yi, as a holy priest, be able to flee?

Ning Zhehan’s thoughts were still muddled as he rolled and attacked, taking down the pitiful holy priest who was trying his best to heal himself.

Little Ning, who’d been suppressed for an entire match, been overwhelmed until he couldn’t breathe, and been pressured until his mentality had suffered a bloody collapse––

As soon as he was able to turn the tables, he was so happy that he wanted to turn on his mic and sing to the whole audience!

Wei Xiao released a breath. No one noticed that there was a bit of sweat on his forehead and palms.

This wave had been a bit tense.

But if they didn’t go for it, then how would they be able to unlock FTW’s infinite potential!

This wave of counter-killing in the mid-lane allowed FTW to snatch back their control over the rhythm of the game.

Little Ning stopped cowering, and the spirit mage was no longer afraid. Fu Li and Du Yi could fight against Bai Cai and Ning Zhehan, but they were unable to beat Ning Zhehan and Wei Xiao.

In this match, Wei Xiao’s berserker thief didn’t play like a jungler. Instead, it was more like a support.

His scythe would hook to provide support, so that his teammate could solo kill the other side!

His scythe hooked onto the c-positions; sorry, but you’ve run off too far.

Every single hit landed; TPT collapsed like an avalanche.

Victory.

Ning Zhehan was still a little out of it after they won the second match. “We won?”

Bai Cai felt like he’d just gone through a roller coaster. “… We won.”

It was just f*cking outrageous, even having a wet dream wasn’t so exciting!