editor: apricot

This slap in the face came so quickly and ferociously that it likely caught everyone off guard.

Looking at IN’s expressions, they’d really turned pale.

Otee fell back into his chair, his eyes filled with incredulity.

The live broadcast audience was already tearing into each other, especially on the foreign internet. They’d already started scolding IN like dogs.

On the other hand, the domestic audience didn’t care. With this kind of mentally retarded behavior, it would be weird if they could win. FTW’s win was really stable today.

The game was still ongoing, but hot searches were already on the rise. The key words were shocking––FTW violation.

They clicked in to have a look, holy shit, like hell they’d committed any violations!

Passers-by who weren’t part of the Glory circle were curious, “You guys have position limitations in the official competition? We often change roads, doesn’t that mean we’re all breaking the rules?”

Someone explained the situation, “I thought that this rule had been abolished, but unexpectedly, it’s still… like this…”

Glory had been around for so many years. There were many piles of paper’s worth of information about the game competition system.

Locking in the position of the players was an old rule.

Although the player’s position was registered, there were no restrictions on tactics and playing methods. For example, had a toolman jungler who’d given all his resources to the marksman switched positions? Of course he hadn’t. The marksman was still primarily in the bottom lane, and just ended up with a bit more farm. As another example, in the later stages, when the jungler started going around ganking people, half of the jungle zone would be given to their own top lane. Did that count as switching positions? No.

This rule system had originally been designed to target teams that played in an irregular fashion.

For example, teams who took money to play fake games, choosing talents blindly or players who messed around in the arena due to personal conflicts between them and other players…

There had been all sorts of strange occurrences in the early days of the game, and the rule system had been cobbled together from all these bits and pieces.

As the competition system matured, this rule had long been forgotten.

No one would consider this rule seriously. There were even some coaches who were too lazy to fill out the registration form. But…

The regulations were still there, and they were still in force as long as they weren’t repealed.

No one would say anything about a jungler giving up their jungle zone for a c-position, but it was strange if the jungle zone was given up to a support player.

IN had lost messily and hated the soul warlock to death.

Otee felt that the humiliation he’d experienced had reached a peak, and he felt that FTW’s routine was disgusting. Then… he remembered the registration form.

So, he’d called over the referee.

As FTW’s opponent, IN hadn’t had full vision in the game just now and they didn’t know where Wei Xiao had been most of the time. Although the soul warlock was number one in farm in the match, Wei Xiao had a heap of kills and assists. Also, he could’ve mooched a bit of farm from the lanes when he went there to gank, so it would be difficult for him to end up with a low amount of farm.

High farm didn’t mean that he’d been controlling the jungle zone, and the power thief’s farm wasn’t low, either. If Bai Cai had been clearing out the jungle zone resources, then their argument would have some validity.

No matter how invalid and obscure the rule system was, it was still effective as long as it was in force!

Otee didn’t care about what happened later. It was already enough if they could rub off some of FTW’s momentum!

As a result…

They’d never thought that Wei Xiao would be even more inhuman than they could’ve possibly believed.

He’d been ganking, killing, and had even had time to clear the jungle!

And his kill rate for the jungle creeps was as high as 80%. How the f*ck was that even possible!

Otee had dared to call for the referee because he was certain that this matter couldn’t be cleared up.

Having a jungle creep kill rate of less than 50% was the norm for toolman junglers, and having a kill rate of 60% as a jungler core was already considered good. What the hell was this 80%!

There were roars of laughter from the audience after they saw this data. Otee just felt a chill run down his back.

He’d tried to trap people, but he’d ended up stepping into a deeper pit on his own.

His face was pale as he sat in front of the camera, his mind blank.

On FTW’s side.

Bai Cai: “Making his own life difficult with self-inflicted suffering.”

This matter only left FTW feeling disgusted.

Worried?

What was there to be worried about?

This so-called ambiguity didn’t exist at all. Wei Xiao was a jungler, and his soul warlock had been in the c-position for the whole game. How could the butterfly flit around so happily without any money?

Besides, who were they looking down on when they attempted to stir up such things?

Were they looking down on Wei Xiao’s jungler or looking down on Brother Cai’s support?!

The White Cabbage’s support awareness was very strong. After following the mad dog-like Wei Little Xiao, he was able to eat only grass and still manage to squeeze out heals all day long. Did they think that he’d eaten the jungler creeps just because of his high farm?

They must be joking. He wouldn’t eat them even if Wei Xiao gave them to him!

Out of the immortal warlock, storm hunter, and shadow thief, which one of them didn’t require farm?

If there wasn’t Bai Cai there eating dirt, then how would his teammates get the farm?

Brother Vegetable felt like he’d been insulted!

China’s number one support (self styled) felt greatly humiliated!

Now, things were great. IN had wanted to mess with FTW and had failed, and now, they sent out another momentum building gift pack.

They’d originally already wanted to crush IN 3:0, and now their determination had been strengthened.

Their little hearts, which had been slightly inflated from the battle of freedom, settled again in their chests. Little Ning, Yue Wenle, and even the salted fish vegetable were getting motivated.

There was still a chance to live if the heavens were messing with you, but if you made trouble for yourself, there was really no saving yourself.

IN had really tried their best to get themselves killed.

This farce ended, and the battle continued.

IN’s mentality had completely collapsed during the BP, and even they weren’t clear on what they’d done.

The full-game BP very much tested their mentality. If their brains were confused, then really big problems could happen.

In the second match, Wei Xiao took the immortal thief, and Lu Feng took the flying warrior. This was a guerrilla warfare line-up, and reasonably speaking, the other side should pick a top-lane hero that was good at protecting the lane and providing support. However, in the end, they took a berserker warrior…

FTW didn’t plan to engage in team fights with them at all. Who were they planning to fight with by taking a talent that was strong at starting team fights?!

In this game, IN was like a monkey that was getting played around with. They ran around, smashing into walls and had to remain on alert no matter where they went. It felt like there were immortal thieves and flying warriors waiting for them everywhere.

Otee was using an ice mage. It had incredibly low mobility and was super squishy.

Reasonably speaking, the ice mage was very effective against immortal thieves. As long as they used their control skills well, they could even counter kill their opponents.

However…

Otee was unable to freeze Wei Xiao even once during the whole game. As long as the immortal thief showed himself, he would definitely die.

The spirit mage that had died four times already in the previous game looked like it had performed well when compared with the ice mage that ended up dying eight times in the second match.

It was a bloody avalanche of a collapse. Everyone could see that IN had no way to fight back.

Players would be under huge mental pressure after losing two matches in a row. IN’s support, who had strong ability and good mentality, attempted to comfort his teammates.

Unfortunately, Otee couldn’t hear a word of what he said, no matter how much he spoke. After entering the canyon, he seemed to turn into a frightened bird as long as he saw the thief, and he couldn’t play at all.

In the third game, Otee took a zither warlock. This was IN attempting to take a circuitous route and heal their marksman.

But Otee, while using a support-type healer mid-lane talent, was still able to die like a broken twig.

In this match, Wei Xiao used the berserker thief. The berserker thief’s passive ability ensured that he was a group fight machine.

With the first kill that Otee offered up on a platter, Wei Xiao, who’d stacked up the berserker thief’s passive and entered an enraged state, played like he’d entered no man’s land. Each swing of the scythe he sent out landed accurately, and he just had to pull a player back towards him. FTW’s DPS would land in a timely manner, hammering IN’s marksman until his head was covered in bumps.

With their marksman dead, how would IN play in team fights without their DPS?

They collapsed again and again. By the end, Otee, who clearly had a very strong survival and protection talent, had died a full ten times.

Finally, the entire audience cheered when FTW took down the crystal!

3:0!

Global top eight!

FTW had won this first victory beautifully!

When they looked at IN again, even those who’d scolded them for being stupid felt a little distressed for them.

It was a bit sad. Although Otee’s IQ was worrying, the melon seed eaters hadn’t expected that he would drag the whole team down with him like this.

So…

There was nothing to fear from god-like opponents, the scariest thing was pig-like teammates.

What would happen to Otee after he returned to his own competition zone… it was unclear.

What was more embarrassing was the handshake after the game.

When Otee stood in front of FTW and saw the hand that their mid-laner stretched out from the other side, he just felt like he’d been stabbed in the back.

He would be flamed to death if he didn’t shake hands, but he would likely die from depression if he had to shake hands.

IN’s support gave him a push.

Otee awkwardly shook hands with Ning Zhehan.

Little Ning had excellent self-restraint and even smiled slightly. Of course, he washed his hands fiercely afterwards, but that was later on.

Sixteen into eight. FTW had successfully broken through, and the MVP was given to Wei Xiao.

When the post-game interview came up, Chen Feng waved his hand. “Go, go.”

This couldn’t be stopped. The audience was waiting, and the fans would kick up a fuss if they didn’t let him out.

Wei Xiao comforted him, “Don’t worry, Brother Chen. I definitely won’t say anything random.”

Chen Feng: “………………”

Like hell do I believe you!

Wei Xiao winked at Lu Feng from in front of the interview table.

Lu Feng stared at him.

The corner of Wei Xiao’s lips curved, and he mouthed something.

Brother Cai, who blocked this scene for him, could see everything clearly.

Lu Feng’s gaze shifted over.

Brother Cai quickly bowed his head: I didn’t see, I didn’t see anything. I definitely didn’t see this damn smooch that Wei Little Xiao sent out!

The host was filled with joy and didn’t have any intention of embarrassing Wei Xiao at all. They even blew out a whole basket of rainbow farts.

The soul warlock from the first match, the immortal thief from the second match, and the berserker thief in the third match had all played beautifully. This was especially true for Wei Xiao’s KDA, which was so beautiful that it made people doubt whether or not this was a professional game.

When faced with a host like this who was so good at giving praise, Wei Xiao had to wait a long time before having the opportunity to speak.

The host asked him, “Is there anything you want to say to everyone?”

Wei Xiao finally managed to seize an opportunity, “In fact, I’m quite ashamed.”

The host: “???”

Wei Xiao: “The captain let me have this MVP. I’m not worthy of it.”

The host was amused. “You performed very well. You really surprised everyone in the first match. Oh, right, during that last wave that had the double light arcs with you and Close…”

At this moment, the host didn’t realize that they’d brought up the key point.

Wei Xiao had waited for a long time, and his chance had finally arrived. So, he started talking.

What did it mean to blow rainbow farts?

The praise that the host had given earlier could only be considered a little bit of flattery at best.

What came out of Wei Xiao’s mouth when he opened it was a real rainbow fart. “Come on, come on, let me analyze the double light arcs for you. In fact, it’s like this…” Three hundred words were omitted here.

The FTW crowd behind the stage: “…………”

Don’t ask, if you ask, well, they regretted it!

At first, the audience was still listening carefully. Later on…

F*ck, was this brat done yet?!

The audience in the live broadcast studio were laughing themselves silly. “Little Lunatic Wei’s talking speed is comparable to his hand speed.”

“Too fast, too fast. My mind is filled with Close now.”

“Cub, men can’t be too fast!”

The host had conducted interviews for so many years and had seen both shy and restrained or bold and generous people, but they’d never seen such a bratty one who went wild and snatched away the host’s job!

“Um…”

Wei Xiao brought up a topic on his own, “Do you guys want to know the maximum number of light arcs that can be brushed out by a soul warlock attached to a shadow thief?”

The host: “!” Wait a minute, who exactly was the host here?

“This depends on…” Wei Xiao smiled mysteriously, “The connection I have with my captain.”

“Oh, let me explain this connection. It’s an upgraded version of tacit understanding. In short, it relies on how well the captain and I know each other…”

The director was winking crazily at the host, and the host finally came back to their senses!

Alright, alright, if this interview didn’t end now, the next game would never start!

As the team who was playing in the next game, L&P had already been waiting for so long that they could’ve cooked an entire meal and let all the dishes go cold.

Yuan Ze crossed his legs, then put them up on the coffee table. He stared at the screen. “Do we even need to play? We can be done with it all just by watching him blather on like this.”