Chapter 143: Europe's Summit

After the commentator's reminder, the audience, upon looking again at the G2 Zhong Ren on screen, felt something was off.

Especially the expressions of the mid and bot three really gave off a do-or-die vibe, making it seem as if G2 were the ones trailing 0‑2.

But that's not right!

You damn well hold three match points—shouldn't it be SPY that's supposed to be doing the do‑or‑die?

What are you being tragic for?

But the solemnity on G2 Zhong Ren's faces didn't look feigned, and soon even the two top laners who still had a hint of a smile turned serious.

Actually, it's like this:

Before BP started, AP said to CyanideFI sitting next to him:

"Lao Li, come mid when you hit level three!"

Lao Li wondered:

"Haven't we even started picking champions yet?"

AP's face was full of killing intent:

"Never mind, just come—I guarantee I can kill!"

"How so?"

"I can kill—come on!"

AP didn't explain, he just kept saying he could kill.

Lao Li was completely bewildered.

Then Lao Li heard Ka Lao Si from behind say leisurely:

"Just listen to him."

"Why?"

"If we lose this game, they won't get this month's salary."

"???"

"Yeah, same for bot lane."

The top laners instantly felt enormous pressure.

Although it had nothing to do with them, if the mid and bot trio were really docked a month's pay, they'd surely feel guilty too, so they also started to get nervous.

Thus it seemed the G2 side had a slight feeling of facing a formidable foe.

But don't say it—Ka Lao Si's trick actually works.

It's just that SPY ended up unlucky.

I thought after that feeble champion went down, it would be much easier to fight.

Who would have thought the enemy's mid and bot would suddenly become aggressive!

Especially AP, after picking his signature champion, the Lady of Lust, he completely dominated his counterpart Sencux from lane to team fights.

The commentator exclaimed repeatedly:

"He's back! The superstar carry of G2 from the spring split is back! Perkz's performance in this match fully shows the colors of the new European law‑king!"

"Good grief, another solo kill!"

"He's just too skilled!"

Many might have forgotten that Perkz is the one who brought G2 from Europe's secondary league onto the LCS stage, carried the whole spring split, and ultimately led G2 to victory.

In this game, SPY finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the rookie genius mid laner known as Perkz.

The god of killing fell, and a new god of killing awoke……

Moreover, the overall level of this G2 roster, as well as the strength of each lane, far surpasses that of the spring‑split G2.

Moreover, CyanideFI, after studying advanced concepts with Liang Yan for over two months, has likewise improved beyond recognition—his current skill absolutely ranks among Europe's top three.

With this lineup, G2 already has the qualifications to challenge for the semifinals of the Worlds.

When they all get serious, they are unbeatable in Europe.

"SPY are throwing everything they've got to lock down this Lady of Lust, but she's just too slippery! Although she's low on health she can still kite! Shadow Walk is off cooldown again! Trashy Mang Seng's Heavenly Sound Wave missed again!"

"Perkz is still running! His four teammates are meanwhile fighting the Elder Dragon!"

"SPY finally realized they couldn't keep chasing and rushed toward the Elder Dragon, but will they make it?! The Elder Dragon is down to half health!"

"Zven's little cannon output is insane! We can't catch up! SPY are about to lose the Elder Dragon!!"

The dying howl of Baron Nashor echoed through Taolong Tiyuguan, and the crowd's cheers reached a climax at that moment.

A circle of purple Elder Dragon buff appeared beneath G2 Zhong Ren's feet, practically sentencing SPY to death, and every SPY member's face turned pale.

They realized the match was about to end.

The director's camera cut to backstage, and the big screen split into two halves.

In the G2 lounge, Ka Luo Si was jumping for joy, constantly grinding his hips at the screen like a giant ape.

In the SPY lounge, everyone stared blankly, expressions numb; YamatoCannon coach rubbed his face a few times, yet could hardly hide the ash‑colored defeat.

The contrasting scenes in the two lounges vividly reflected the state of the match at that moment.

G2 took the Elder Dragon buff, went home to resupply, then sounded the final charge horn and marched straight from mid lane into the enemy base.

SPY's morale collapsed, they had no will to fight, couldn't bear the torment, wanted to end it in a blaze, so they actively sought battle, resulting in a single team wipe and finally the base exploded.

The G2 backstage crew surged out from the passageway, with Ka Lao Si leading the charge onto the stage.

"It's over!!!"

"Congratulations G2!!!"

"They are the 2016 EU Summer Split defending champions!!!"

"3‑0!!! Such a score is cruel and regrettable for SPY, who entered the summer split as the spring split's cellar‑dweller, facing cold stares and ridicule, fighting their way through thorns to get here today—we can't imagine how much effort they put in to finally appear on Europe's highest stage; their dark‑horse miracle is shocking, their achievements will be remembered, they may have lost but they are glorious—but!"

「Today!

「Now!

「We must announce!

「The dark horse still needs to undergo more tempering and growth, while the king once again ascends the throne! 」

「Congratulations G2!!!

「They defended their glory with absolute strength!!!

「Once again they stand atop Europe!!!

「Raise the cup, G2!!!

On stage, lights flashed, G2 Zhong Ren left the player seats, amidst the cheers of the entire audience, they walked to the center of the stage amid falling confetti.

Amid the crowd, Ka Lao Si put his arm around Liang Yan's shoulder and pushed him to the front.

Under the camera, G2 Zhong Ren stood behind Liang Yan, smiling quietly as they watched.

At this moment, Firrrrrre's internal status was unmistakably displayed.

The trophy representing Europe's highest honor stood before him; Liang Yan raised his head to look at the tumultuous stands, then at the crowded cameras before the stage.

Liang Yan clenched his fist.

Is it appropriate?

It's extremely appropriate!

Then Liang Yan stretched out his arms and embraced the trophy.

With a mighty effort, he lifted it high.

The people behind surged forward, together supporting the trophy's base.

Confetti burst again, drenching everyone's heads and faces.

Tang Anna stood behind the crowd, not coming over to join the fun; amidst the incessant flashing of magnesium lights and the commentators' impassioned congratulations, she covered her mouth, eyes brimming with tears.

She didn't know why she felt moved.

Only when fragments of memories of being an overlooked lower-tier player and a second-rate coach surfaced in her mind did she realize she had unknowingly already filled with hot tears.

In her blurred vision, Tang Anna suddenly noticed several cameras aimed at her; she quickly lowered her head to wipe her eyes, and when she lifted her head again, she had already regained a blank expression.