FTW could also sense TPT’s lethal aura.

Bai Cai: “This game won’t be easy.”

Little Ning was still immersed in his high. “I can beat a zither warlock!”

Brother Cai: “The zither warlock won’t give you a chance to fight!”

This wasn’t like an immortal warlock. It was a support type mid-laner, and its DPS was unimportant. The important thing was its functionality, in this match, the zither warlock’s real battle opponent was actually Brother Cai.

Little Ning: “Oh……”

Wei Xiao: “Old Bai, you come with me.”

Bai Cai: “!”

Wei Xiao: “Lighting fires everywhere is our specialty.”

TPT wanted to mess with the rhythm of the game, but what FTW didn’t lack the most was rhythm.

Come on, it was the third match. They’d show the audience what it meant to fight a bloody battle the whole way without looking back.

Bai Cai instantly filled with heroic spirit. “Okay!”

Yue Wenle muttered darkly, “You must feel very aggrieved following me, right.”

Bai Cai: “How can a home grown flower be as fragrant as a wild flower.”

Wei Xiao laughed and cursed, “Who’s a f*cking wild flower.”

Bai Cai: “The jungler king’s flower.”

Wei Xiao: “Get lost!”

Only after running his mouth did Brother Cai think of the great demon king. His skin tensed, and he shut up.

Lu Feng had taken the blood warrior in this game. This talent’s fighting ability was about equal to that of the berserker warrior.

After playing two matches in a row, Wei Ji’s fierceness had been triggered. At the end of the day, he was also a professional player, and he had his own personal strength. He’d been hammered in the past two games, but he hadn’t collapsed. Instead, he’d found his courage and was already able to resist Close somewhat.

Of course, there was also the fact that the berserker warrior’s first and second skills were a bit stronger than the blood warrior’s.

Wei Xiao had taken the immortal thief. This was the top-jungler combination that they’d tried and tested, and it was used to target Eurostar.

When Fu Li had first taken the zither warlock, Chen Feng had thought that they wanted to do the four protecting one system. The most disgusting point about this system was that it was too difficult to break in and cut down the marksman.

In the first match, the hidden thief was weak in the later stages, and although the death knight had enough DPS, as long as it was blocked from approaching, it would be difficult for it to reach Eurostar. That was why they’d needed to sacrifice the two of them to take down a single person.

The immortal thief and blood warrior were different. Of the two, one of them had a high damage reduction effect, and the other had an ultimate move that made them immune to all damage. They were very suitable for trading in their lives for one from the other side. If TPT tried their four protecting one system again, then FTW would be able to teach them a good lesson.

Although TPT hadn’t gone for the four protecting one system, the immortal thief and blood warrior weren’t weak talents, either. They were enough to deal with the berserker thief and berserker warrior.

Wei Xiao sensed that TPT would start making trouble right from the start of the game, so he’d called Brother Cai to his side early. He was ready to provide support at any time.

But he was still a bit too slow.

The jungler position had its own jungle clearing rhythm. The jungle creeps wouldn’t refresh if they weren’t killed as soon as possible. Even delaying the rhythm for ten seconds would drag down the team’s overall resources.

This was especially the case for the first round of jungle clearing. It had to be taken, and they had to control it well.

Wei Xiao’s jungle clearing speed was already very fast. But unfortunately, it couldn’t be as quick as a wave of lane soldiers in the mid-lane no matter how fast he was.

After finishing off the mid-lane soldiers in a flash, the zither warlock headed straight for the bottom lane.

Little Ning sent out a warning, “The zither warlock is heading towards the bottom lane!”

Wei Xiao: “Old Bai, give some vision.”

It was unknown if he was going to the bottom lane or the bottom jungle zone.

Bai Cai moved very quickly and was already probing for the zither warlock’s figure.

However, Fu Li had already guessed his actions. He hadn’t been able to predict Wei Xiao and Ning Zhehan’s fighting in the last game, but it was easy for him to see the trend of Bai Cai’s actions in this game.

He had seemingly headed to the bottom lane, but in fact he’d gone back to his own jungle zone to help his jungler finish clearing the buff creeps before leading his jungler and support back to the mid-lane.

Brother Cai wondered out loud, “There’s no one…”

Wei Xiao’s heart clenched. “Little Ning!”

But it was too late. The movement ability of the fire mage in the mid-lane was limited. He wanted to use flash, but he was already held down by the zither warlock’s zither ring. This was the zither warlock’s core skill and one of Glory’s strongest control skills.

What kind of damage could the berserker thief deal in the early stages? His scythe shot out and cut through the air, sending the fire mage home with a few attacks.

Little Ning sucked in a breath of air. “How sinister!”

More sinister things were yet to come.

The zither warlock was similar to the medicine warlock and was a talent that could both heal and deal DPS.

When it changed chords, it was equivalent to changing to a different talent. What’s more, one of its skills increased its movement speed.

A zither warlock that was played well could lead their teammates along like a tornado, leaving behind a place where even grass wouldn’t be able to survive.

Fu Li obviously had this ability.

By the time Wei Xiao started providing support, the zither warlock had already stirred up a storm in the canyon.

This really wasn’t because Wei Xiao’s rhythm couldn’t keep up, but that Fu Li’s overall planning ability was too strong.

With regards to FTW, Wei Xiao, and even Wei Xiao and Bai Cai’s cooperation, Fu Li had studied it for countless days and nights.

He could see through it, feel through it, and think through it.

It wasn’t like the surprise from the last game. Once Bai Cai and Wei Xiao fell into their standard mode of playing, they seemed to be entangled by this ‘prophet’. Every step was difficult, and it was very clear that they were being plotted against.

Brother Cai’s scalp was numb. “This godly calculator… he’s really very gifted.”

Wei Xiao’s voice was deep, “How is that any sort of gift? It’s just having done enough homework.”

In order to understand them to this level, Wei Xiao suspected that Fu Li had even gone through the training camp videos of him and Bai Cai double queueing from two years ago,

What the hell was this?

Calling him the roundworm in their stomachs was already a polite description!

Not only were Wei Xiao and Brother Cai grumpy, Yue Wenle in the bottom lane was even grumpier.

If there was a chat channel in the official games, then Yue Wenle would definitely curse out Eurostar until he was a bloody dog head.

Who cared if they were in the national finals? Who cared if they were under national scrutiny? President Le now wanted to start up his heated cursing mode!

Why did he call himself Eurostar? He should just call himself Euro-bun instead, at least then he’d be edible!

In the bottom lane, Yue Wenle had taken the storm hunter while Eurostar had taken the magic launcher.

One of them was flexible, while the other had a long range. Reasonably speaking, Yue Wenle should have been able to suppress Eurostar and beat him up.

However, Eurostar was really worthy of being the founder of the cowardly baby movement. He was very steady in ensuring his own survival.

It was bad enough that he didn’t show himself; he also managed to not lose any of his lane soldiers, either.

What was the highest level of a cowardly baby?

Cowering under the tower to kill soldiers, but the lane soldiers were still f*cking unable to deal any damage to the tower or the lane. He was able to constantly maintain his farm at the same level as Yue Wenle’s.

Even without mentioning President Le, even the audience was convinced of his skill.

From a certain point of view, Eurostar was also a gifted player. An immortal ADC that was rare even across the whole world.

Under the stage, Kim Sung-hyun rubbed at his forehead.

Yuan Ze: “I was wrong to blame you.”

Kim Sung-hyun: “……”

Yuan Ze: “You couldn’t have trained up such a cute apprentice.”

FTW’s former members were all hardcore players. For example, for Proud Flower Kim… what was cowering? They didn’t even know how to spell that word out!

However, Y1’s marksman was a bit like Eurostar. It was no wonder that Yan Jiang had favored him. This kind of cooperation had a very strong level of adaptability.

This once again became a very passive game.

They’d been mentally prepared for this a long time ago, but having their plays predicted by Fu Li so accurately and so often really made frustration accumulate in their hearts.

Little Ning wasn’t nervous anymore. Anger was the best panacea to control tension; once anger rose up, he wouldn’t be flustered anymore. He just wanted to take the other side down with him!

The audience didn’t dare to blink when watching this match.

As long as they looked away for a little bit, they might miss some part of this wonderful collection of moves. No one dared to get distracted.

After 20 minutes of tearing into each other, FTW gradually calmed down.

They couldn’t continue on like this. TPT was having too easy of a time with their guerrilla warfare. If they continued getting nibbled away by them like this, FTW would unwittingly lose the match.

They didn’t want to lose!

They’d already won to this point. They didn’t want to lose even a small match!

Who would want to win 3:1 if they could win 3:0?

It would be even more difficult to regain their momentum after a momentary setback.

This truth was written in the military books.

If they ended up letting TPT get three wins after their two point lead, FTW would likely hang themselves outside TPT’s base.

Lu Feng, who’d maintained his calm despite his team’s impetuousness, spoke up. “Dragon.”

His cold and clear voice shook up their boiling hot mood like ice.

Wei Xiao inhaled lightly. “Okay!”

After that, he called Old Yue over and engaged the golden dragon.

There were two dragons in the canyon, one gold and one silver.

Killing the gold dragon would increase experience and farm, and it would also strengthen the soldier lanes. Killing the silver dragon would give the team a high stat bonus, increasing their attack, defense, and even health recovery ability.

Taking the golden dragon was a good choice for getting things done, while the silver dragon was suited for team fights.

FTW chose the golden dragon because Wei Xiao just happened to be in the bottom jungle and it was just more efficient.

The golden dragon’s health had dropped by a third when the alarm bell in Wei Xiao’s heart rang out loudly. “Are they working on the silver dragon?”

There’d been no hint of movement from the other side for so long that this was the only possibility.

At the same time, Lu Feng had snuck his way over to the silver dragon. The half a second of vision he used revealed traces of TPT.

They were really fighting with the silver dragon!

What should they do?

Would both sides trade dragons?

In fact, FTW wouldn’t be making a loss if they traded the golden dragon for the silver dragon.

But…

Lu Feng: “Bai Cai, use speed surge. Everyone rush over.”

By this time, their golden dragon had been reduced to half health. They’d be able to finish it off with a bit more effort.

But if they gave up on attacking it, the half health they’d taken down would all be in vain!

However, FTW didn’t hesitate at all.

They abandoned the dragon and used speed surge. The entire team moved like a gust of wind, rushing straight across the river to the silver dragon pit.

Ning Zhehan still had his teleportation ready. He pressed the skill directly and teleported over.

Deep in the dragon pit, there was no way to retreat.

A bloody battle between ten players was imminent!