Glory [e-sports]

Too exciting!

When Ning Zhehan assaulted the dragon pit and snatched the silver dragon, the audience once again burst into fierce applause.

The second clip was of the final group battle, where the ten players met face to face to fight for victory.

TPT, who concentrated their efforts on protecting Eurostar, Close, who rushed into the enemy’s midst on his own, and the four little ones who charged at TPT like madmen after their captain died in battle.

Dazzling special effects, explosive combos, and the pentakill that Quiet seized with his violent DPS!

A pentakill on the stage of the grand finals!

A pentakill that determined the final outcome of the game!

Not only had FTW.Quiet gotten an unparalleled pentakill, he’d also lit up the entire venue with a dazzling light.

Like the scorching sun shining in the sky, showing infinite glory!

When these words appeared powerfully on the screen, everyone shouted out––

For The Win!

FTW was amazing!

Fans were immersed in the revelry celebrating the rise of the new champion, but professional players seated at the front row were quiet––

3U and RR had all come to watch the game.

Asleep and Moonlit watched as FTW bathed in glory, their black eyes burning.

Cong Yi was a little more restrained, but his back was straighter than usual.

Mo Hui cursed, “If Laozi wasn’t out of money, I would definitely do a million dollar draw to suppress my shock.”

They were really strong. There was no need to mention FTW, but TPT was inhuman, too.

When faced with such a TPT, FTW was actually able to beat them with a 3:0 score. It made them even more f*cking inhuman!

There were waves surging beneath the quiet, waves of boundless expectation for the next season.

The director started to act ‘randomly’ again, panning the camera across the crowd to show the Team of Gods. The fans, who were already exuberant in the live broadcast room, burst out into even more excitement.

“Did you see? Our FTW won the championship 3:0!”

“FTW is still a big daddy even without you guys!”

“Go die, Bastard Yan, this year’s global championship will be from China!”

The camera panned over and moved away in a flash, but the mood of the people in the Team of Gods was far from the calm that showed on the surface.

Even if they’d been abroad, they’d watched all of Lu Feng’s games over the past three years––

In how many games had his teammates all died, leaving Close to support everything on his own?

How many times had Close turned the tide on his own and remained standing until the end?

And how many times had Close fought alone and forcibly turned a 5v5 game into a 1v5?

Finally, FTW didn’t only have Lu Feng.

Finally, the lone hero was no longer lonely.

The two peak duels from the last match––the dragon pit and the last pentakill––had both been initiated by Lu Feng.

In the dragon pit fight, he’d exchanged his own life because he believed that his teammates would arrive immediately afterwards, because he knew that his teammates would help him get revenge if he fell in the dragon pit.

In the last wave, he gave up his life in exchange for another life, forcing out Eurostar’s resurrection armor.

A ten person group fight.

The first one to fall was the great demon king. This was something that nobody would’ve dared think about in the past.

But now, it had happened. A natural sacrifice, entrusting the rest to those behind him.

His teammates were worth it!

Close split apart the night sky, while Quiet was the scorching fire. FTW’s future was promising!

Some maybe felt it more than others, but Yuan Ze, Kim Sung-hyun, Xie He, and even Yuan Ze all held a bit of envy at the bottom of their gazes.

It was unclear who they envied.

Did they envy Close, who had someone to sacrifice for?

Or did they envy the person who Close was willing to sacrifice himself for?

Nobody knew.

Not even themselves.

The championship cup for each competition zone was silver. Only the global championship trophy was a golden cup.

The silver cup was already a symbol of glory. When the five from FTW held up the cup, the scene was captured on camera and symbolized the birth of a miracle.

Since it was the stage of the national finals, they naturally had to have a proper interview with the championship team.

According to their positions the first to be interviewed was Yue Wenle. Comrade Old Yue was still in a daze, and it took him a long time to come up with a phrase, “Won the championship…”

The host took a look at this fellow who could rival God Sleep and quickly spoke some words in order to wrap things up and move on to the next person.

The second person was Brother Cai. As a ‘socialite of Glory’, Brother Cai’s had an amazing amount of social aptitude, but he was unable to say anything at this time. He seemed on the verge of crying as he talked on for a long time, but as for what he said––the host had no idea if her own translation was correct or not.

“It seems that you guys are all very excited!”

The host skipped over Little Ning directly. At this time, he wasn’t just sobbing, he was crying loudly, the type that came with wailing. Who knew if God Ning would be embarrassed to death after watching the replay and have to drill into the cracks in the floor to survive.

The fourth one to be interviewed was Lu Feng. The host was a little nervous when she saw Close.

As long as they were from the Glory circle, no matter if they were newcomers or oldtimers, who wouldn’t be nervous when they met Lu Feng?

Players admired his personal strength and his absolute power and ability to take control of a club at a young age. Girls were fascinated by his height, bearing, and face, and then they would think about his achievements…

Well, no matter how much preparation was made prior to the interview, there would still be a small tremor in the initial moment of meeting in person.

What’s more, Lu Feng even smiled briefly.

The serious and reserved great demon king didn’t even smile when he held the trophy cup for the global individual championships. But at this moment… he smiled.

The host’s little heart pounded, and she almost forgot her words.

Fortunately, she was skilled enough that it had become instinct, and she was still able to ask the question.

Lu Feng took the microphone and spoke quietly, “I’m very happy.”

The entire audience: “!”

It was like a hornet’s nest had been poked in the live broadcast studio as the screen filled with ‘ahhhhhhhh’s.

The smile in Lu Feng’s eyes didn’t disperse, and his voice was unprecedentedly relaxed, “I was very happy playing the game.”

He wasn’t just happy because of winning the championship. It was more about enjoying the game.

The old fans who heard these words really started wailing, crying just as much as God Ning.

Lu Feng handed the microphone over to Wei Xiao, who was beside him.

The moment God Xiao held the microphone, the atmosphere in the entire venue seemed to change.

The host quickly came over and interviewed Wei Xiao as usual, asking him to share his victory speech.

His attitude was very different from the excitement of the three little ones and was naturally also different from the great demon king’s contentment. Wei Xiao took ‘crazy’ all the way to the end, acting both crazy and arrogant!

“This is just the beginning.” He dropped the ultimate bomb as soon as he opened his mouth. “This year, the China competition zone will definitely win the world championship!”

These words made an impact as they landed, arrogant to the extreme.

The China competition zone would win the world championship?

Wouldn’t that entail FTW winning the golden dragon cup?!

Holding the silver dragon cup in hand while imagining the golden dragon cup.

Little Lunatic Wei, you’re really something!

The venue exploded again, shrill screams ringing out endlessly.

Wei Xiao hadn’t finished speaking. He continued, “Fellow brothers who lost to FTW, don’t cry. Wait for us to earn quotas for you, and we’ll fight again next year!”

The competition zone who won the global championship would be given two or three quotas in the coming year!

This craziness…

This craziness was too likable!

The audience all yelled out, “Quiet is badass! FTW is badass! The China competition zone is badass!”

The noise was so loud that it shook the sky, the atmosphere igniting and reaching a peak again.

Yuan Ze and Kim Sung-hyun who’d been provoked from off-stage, “……” Who was going to go up and drag down this little brat? They wanted to beat him up!

Yan Jiang, who normally showed no happiness or anger, curved his thin lips up slightly. He said quietly, “Little lunatic.”

Xie He, who sat beside him and heard it all clearly: “……” Yes, he was crazy enough.

There was no doubting that tonight belonged to FTW.

After the event, the revelry continued.

FTW hosted a banquet, inviting almost all the staff to celebrate their victory together.

Although the global competition would begin soon, Chen Feng still gave permission for everyone to have a drink.

One bottle of beer was enough to topple the four little ones.

There were no outsiders in their private room. After two hours of being in a daze, President Le finally came back to his senses. “We won the championship?”

Ning Zhehan, whose eyes were already swollen from crying, started to tear up again. “Yeah! We’re the champions!”

Bai Cai was a little calmer. “Laozi was also a champion support last year, but why wasn’t it as exciting as this?”

Yue Wenle came up with a sentence at a snail-like pace, “It’s not the same.”

All the old-timers present felt a moment of shock in their hearts.

It really wasn’t the same!

How was last year’s China competition zone as fierce as it was this year?

Last year, regardless of whether it was RR, or 3U, they were still up and coming teams.

TPT hadn’t even made it into the top four then.

But, what the hell happened this year?

Each and every one of them were strong enough to explode, and they had all grown up like rockets, playing each game in ways that made people’s goosebumps jump right out.

It didn’t feel like it during the game, but thinking back on the memories was enough to make their scalps go numb.

It had felt great at the time, but it was also scary reflecting back on it.

There were differences between champions.

This year’s China silver championship cup felt particularly weighty!

Wei Xiao drank a sip of alcohol and began to let it get to his head. “Calm down a bit, it’s just a silver dragon cup.”

If Brother Cai wasn’t worried about getting killed by the great demon king, he would jump up and beat him up right then. “Don’t you feel embarrassed saying that! How are you even speaking the human language!”

Damn it, dropping trash talk on the stage of the finals, provoking the whole world arrogantly and domineeringly, Little Lunatic Wei, are you still f*cking human?!

Oh, he’d never been human.

Alright then, even beasts weren’t as fierce as you!

Wei Xiao held his head up high. “Laozi dares to do what he says and dares to own up to what he does!”

He wouldn’t have said it if he hadn’t seen the Team of Gods sitting down there.

He had to say it after he saw them!

He just wanted to tell them: The championship belonged to FTW, and Close was his!

As he spoke, he remembered something. “I took a pentakill!”

He stressed it, “A pentakill in the last fight of the national championship, in the match point game!”

Everyone in FTW: “……”

Were your neurons finally on the right track?!

Brother Cai replied to him perfunctorily, “Mm-hmm, God Xiao is badass, God Xiao should chug a glass.”

Wei Xiao was too lazy to pay attention to him. He turned to Lu Feng, his eyes wide. “Captain! I took a pentakill!”

Lu Feng understood him. His eyelids lifted up slightly. “Mm, the pentakill is yours.”

Wei Xiao: “!”

Brother Cai and Chen Feng, who were caught off guard by the memory that surfaced: “…………”

Damn it, would they be able to stop the incoming dog food if they started eating the lobster now?

It was obviously too late.

Wei Xiao spoke in a loud voice, “And you belong to me!”

Back then, when Wei Xiao was still an accompanying player, Lu Feng had ‘disguised himself’ to approach him. Wei Xiao’s first sentence of love had been––The pentakill is yours, and you belong to me.

Now…

The pentakill was Wei Xiao’s, and Close was still Wei Xiao’s.