Chapter 212

Watching it from god’s perspective was even more exciting.

The commentators spoke very quickly. Their mastery over their role was so good that they could even enact emotions like surprise, apprehension, and dismay on command.

TPT had started on the silver dragon, while FTW attacked the golden dragon.

At first, everyone felt that both teams would each take an ancient creature and that matters would pass by quietly because they couldn’t afford to fight.

Unexpectedly, the great demon king didn’t pause at all and went to scope out the silver dragon while his own teammates were playing with the golden dragon––

“What are they going to do? Is Close going to snatch the dragon!”

“No way, all five of TPT’s players are there. He’ll be dead as soon as he goes in.”

“What if there’s a miracle?”

“It’s not possible! What kind of experience does Close have? Would he make such a low-level mistake? And FTW isn’t weak to the point where they have to bet on luck.”

This so-called snatching the dragon was to stalk in from a good position when the enemy was attacking the dragon. When the ancient creature’s health was almost emptied out, they would go and snatch away the last hit. If they succeeded, all the benefits from the ancient creature would go to them.

Dragon snatching happened frequently in Glory. It required skill, but it was more based on luck.

A single stroke may turn a bicycle into a motorcycle or a bicycle into a unicycle.

This wasn’t a necessary move unless things had already reached a critical point.

So, was Close really going to snatch the dragon?

The commentators could see more out of the situation. “Could it be that FTW is already prepared to lay siege to the silver dragon pit?”

“The golden dragon is already at half health, giving it up would be a pity.”

“The silver dragon’s health is dropping faster than the golden dragon. If TPT takes the silver dragon before FTW arrives…”

Even before they finished speaking, they saw the three people from FTW use their acceleration buff and rush to the silver dragon pit like a whirlwind.

They’d really given up the dragon to come fight!

Were they so determined?!

What countless people wondered about was––who had given this order?

Was it the great demon king or Little Lunatic Wei? How ruthless!

What made people’s blood boil even more was that the blood warrior summoned its illusions and charged into the silver dragon pit one step before they arrived.

“F*ck! It’s really one against five!”

“Like hell it’s one against five, his teammates will be there in at most two seconds, oh, wait, they’ll make it there in one second!”

“But Close is going to die as long as he goes in…”

“What do you mean, die? Haven’t you played the blood warrior before? His ultimate move gives him invincibility.”

That’s right, the blood warrior’s ultimate move, Blood Demon’s Awakening: he would enter a bloodthirsty state where he couldn’t be attacked and was immune to all damage for up to two seconds.

Lu Feng hadn’t rushed in impulsively. He’d used his illusions to confuse TPT’s vision, then aimed his blood stab at Fu Li’s face. By the time TPT reacted and used their skills, he instantly started up Awakening and gave himself immunity from all damage.

What a wonderful first attack!

A perfect start to the team fight, clearing out a round of enemy skills so that his teammates could seize the advantage when they arrived.

The teleport skill was a bit faster than the acceleration buff. Ning Zhehan landed first, and the fire mage was a good fit for this kind of stationary team fight. He’d be able to hit people even if he just tossed out skills with his eyes closed.

Of course, professional players wouldn’t throw out skills with their eyes closed; they’d pursue the best way to stack up the most damage.

Ning Zhehan tossed over a string of fireballs. The special effects landed on the grass, and there was a visual sense that the silver dragon pit had been set on fire!

TPT fought back hard.

When faced with Lu Feng’s charge and Ning Zhehan’s high DPS, they quickly shifted to avoid damage and found the best position from which to return fire.

When the other three members of FTW arrived, the ten of them instantly engaged.

The director simply zoomed out to give an overall view of the situation, displaying the entire silver dragon pit on the stage. The audience opened their eyes wide and leaned forward, and the back row only wished they could stand up to see more clearly.

There was shouting and yelling, and everyone’s faces were flushed. It was as though what was happening on the stage wasn’t a competition, but a real battleground.

The players who were fighting against each other were like their own respective gods of war. One man was in charge of guarding the pass against thousands of people!

The immortal thief’s ten thousand swords fell from the sky as the berserker thief’s scythe spread death everywhere. The zither warlock’s notes broke through arrays, and the magic launcher aimed and fired like mad as the storm hunter stepped on raindrops and flew up high…

The ten people all played to the extreme, and the group battle that lasted only dozens of seconds seemed to be playing in slow motion.

It felt both long and short.

Slow, yet quick.

Everyone’s hearts had leapt up to their throats as they quietly waited for the results.

System Announcement––

FTW.Silvery killed the silver dragon!

Ning Zhehan was the one to kill the silver dragon!

“F*ck! The silver dragon is FTW’s!”

“Ning Zhehan’s beam of fire shot through the dragon pit and snatched up the silver dragon’s last hit!”

Regardless of who had been the one to deal damage to the ancient creature, the system only cared about who dealt the last hit!

“Silvery means silver. This kid’s granny gray hair wasn’t dyed in vain!”

“Damn, Laozi wants to dye my hair too. Does dying your hair blonde mean you can get the golden dragon and dying your hair silver mean you can snatch the silver dragon?!”

The scrolling comments were going crazy, and the audience at the scene had also blown up.

Although Eurostar had shot Ning Zhehan to death after he stole the silver dragon, it was still worth it.

FTW gained the benefits from killing the silver dragon. Their HP, defense, and attack speed all gained a boost.

This data was invisible to the naked eye, but the overall strength of the team increased. Their farm had originally still been behind TPT’s, but they could now catch up and might even secretly surpass them.

The dragon pit exploded.

Never mind how fiercely the berserker warrior was attacking, or how the zither warlock’s chords seemed to summon clouds and rain, or how explosive the magic launcher’s DPS was…

The storm hunter flew everywhere, there was an immortal thief who never touched the ground, and Bai Cai, who was busy healing…

The three little ones from FTW took down the five people from TPT!

The fight over the silver dragon came to a fierce ending.

Finally, only Yue Wenle and Wei Xiao remained standing. The two of them were both seriously injured, their lives hanging on by just a thread.

The river was full of corpses, and TPT had been wiped out!

Too wonderful!

The audience applauded even as they screamed shrilly, and the scrolling comments in the live broadcast covered the screen, all of them blowing rainbow farts.

No matter whose fans they were, they really had to praise this wonderful group fight as much as they could.

The clip of the year had shown up in the national finals. It was too cool!

The fierce group fight ended, but the game wasn’t over.

TPT had controlled their defensive towers and soldier lanes well in the early stages. Wei Xiao and Yue Wenle didn’t waste any time as they pushed towers like crazy. They broke down two consecutive towers in the mid-lane before TPT started to resurrect. They then went to clear out the other side’s jungle, thoroughly clearing up TPT’s jungle zone before quickly retreating.

The director gave a timely shot of the farm panel.

The farm panel that had originally been dominated by TPT was now completely overtaken by FTW, and the sharp drop and subsequent ascent of the curved charts made people’s breaths catch.

If this was the stock market, this kind of rise and fall would be enough to make people go crazy.

After both sides resurrected, the game progressed at a relatively slow pace.

The audience also had time to drink some water, catch their breath, and relax.

It was too exciting. No matter who won or lost, today’s matches were wonderful enough to be included in Glory’s history of the China competition zone.

If you ask, then it was BADASS in capital letters!

It was too damned badass!

This wave of group fighting had turned the tables. FTW’s side had naturally played magnificently, and they clearly wished they could rush all the way to the crystal and end the game.

FTW had undergone amazing growth without anyone noticing.

Those who understood this team would see where the growth had been by listening to the team chat after the game.

Chen Feng wasn’t biting his nails under the stage anymore, but Tang Chen knew that he was more nervous than anyone else, more nervous than the 30,000 people at the scene.

He was the one who understood FTW the best. He understood Close the most, and was also the one who understood the team best.

Whether it was that point three years ago, the three years prior, or now, three years later, he’d seen it all.

He thought about this team every day and every night, thinking about these players, and thinking about every duel in the canyon.

He wasn’t on the battlefield, but he was the one who kept thinking about it the most.

He could see the growth of his players even without listening to the team’s voice chat.

It was invisible, but significant.

FTW, which had been like a heap of scattered sand, was now coming together again as a group!

There was Quiet during a downturn in the game.

And there was Close when they were excited and over confident.

Ning Zhehan, Yue Wenle, and Bai Cai had absolute trust in them.

And Close finally trusted them.

What was a team, what made a team?

It wasn’t unilateral dependence, and it wasn’t one-sided trust. It was mutual trust and mutual achievements.

After three years…

No, five including the two years with the Team of Gods.

FTW was finally a team!

The game wasn’t yet over, but Chen Feng’s eyes had started to burn.

He breathed in lightly and continued to stare at the Glory Canyon.

After a short period of calm, Wei Xiao began to look for opportunities again.

After FTW seized the initiative, it was no longer as easy for TPT to avoid fights. A gap appeared in their previous guerrilla operations due to their collapse in the dragon pit, and they required more time to get back their previous rhythm.

Would FTW give them that time?

Wei Xiao wouldn’t!

After suppressing vision in the bottom jungle zone, Wei Xiao went to gank Eurostar, who was clearing his lane soldiers at the second tower.

At this time, TPT was scattered across the three lanes, and Eurostar, who only had an earth shaman for protection, wasn’t safe from an attack.

Fu Li immediately ordered, “Retreat!”