Chapter 253: A Kick Worth a Thousand Gold

No one could hear Faker's inner shout.

Moreover, even if they heard it, his teammates couldn't dodge—one couldn't react in time, the other didn't think to, after all SKT had a huge advantage.

Faker was desperate.

But he was a Clockwork Mage, not a Trickster Monk; he was kicked into the air by Mang Seng, unable to act midair, and besides he didn't have Double Summon.

So Faker could only watch helplessly.

Watching the Clockwork Mage fly toward teammates who had rushed over to save him, they ended up lined up in a straight line between him and the enemy's second tower.

Watching himself skewer all his teammates into a candied hulu—

The Clockwork Mage first hit Bengi's Rek'Sai,

then hit Wolf's Janna,

Duke's Jayce had just rushed onto the speed gate behind Janna and was hit almost simultaneously.

Finally, the Clockwork Mage's flight ended at the choke point before the enemy second tower; though he looked scrawny, he ended up pressed up against Bang's Jinx who had rushed out.

Faker's face drained of color; he raised a hand to cover his eyes, unable to look at the screen.

On the LPL commentator desk, the three commentators' eyes popped out instantly.

Miller shouted in shock:

"One! Pierce! Four!!!"

Wawa babbled:

"My god! Jiao Shen! This kick could truly make him a god!!!"

Long Hair then let out a groan:

"Oh my gosh……"

But the most critical thing was, at that moment Bo Bi had lost control; Liang Yan's miraculous kick drove away all of Lao Zhang's fear, instantly making his blood boil!

His hand didn't shake either; he flashed and hammered Jinx into the wall of the choke point, then Granny Yordle began wildly swinging her massive hammer, executing a flawless AQARA combo.

Faker was stuck to Jinx, and after taking Mang Seng's kick he had only a sliver of health left; as soon as he landed, Bo Bi's Holy Hammer strike crushed him to death.

Mithy let out a strange yell, closed his eyes, and threw an RQ into the crowd.

Zven stayed put, widened his gap, flashed to interrupt the ultimate's aftercast, then E'd to Jinx stunned by Bo Bi, and sprayed her face wildly.

Although Bo Bi and Ezreal were subsequently blown away by Janna's ultimate upon landing, Jinx had already been slain by Ezreal's EAWQA combo.

No, he was killed by the second hit of Bo Bi's Holy Hammer; Ezreal's final basic attack didn't land.

SKT instantly lost two key players.

The tide turned.

Now it was G2's turn to have more people fighting fewer.

Moreover, the three remaining SKT members each took three heavy-damage ultimates—

Mang Seng's Dragon's Rage,

Ezreal's Precision Barrage,

Granny's Mantra + Soul Flames.

G2 basically dumped all their AoE skills in an instant.

They truly were at a huge equipment disadvantage.

Especially top and bottom lanes, each had a major item gap.

But this was a version without frontliners; in reality, nobody could tank damage.

Even the tankiest Rek'Sai had only half a health bar left.

The squishy Janna went from full health down to a mere sliver of health!

Jayce, having taken Ezreal's full-damage ultimate as the first to engage, was no better off—he likewise had less than five hundred health left!

Five hundred health after thirty-plus minutes was as fragile as paper.

After Liang Yan kicked, all his dash abilities went on cooldown; he walked up and slammed a Heavenly Thunder Break Strike, and Janna only managed to cast her ultimate before being smashed.

Bo Bi and Ezreal were still airborne.

Mithy rushed up and wrapped his Dog Chain around Duke's Jayce's neck.

Duke, knowing he couldn't escape, unleashed Super Charge, switched to hammer form, and backhanded a Thunder Hammer to knock back Mang Seng; the Soaring Heaven Leap, crackling with electricity, lunged toward Mithy's head.

If he landed the full combo, Mithy might well be instakilled.

However, Jayce, who already had only five hundred health, after taking Mang Seng's slap dropped to around two hundred, and Granny's Dog Chain was still dealing damage; by the time he jumped, he had only a single layer of health left.

Mithy's light basic attack easily picked off Jayce in midair.

Though it sounds long, in reality, from Liang Yan's second Q launch to this moment, less than three seconds had passed.

From the viewers' perspective, SKT's five player icons went dark four at once in the blink of an eye.

"Instantly melted four!!!"

"Only Bengi left, and he can't escape either!"

"Bengi saw his teammates all down, dove into a hole to flee! But as soon as he poked his head out, he was hit by a Heavenly Sound Wave! Jiao Shen's second Q followed up!"

Bengi realized G2 would surely go for Baron next, so he flashed to try to steal a sliver of life to contest the dragon when Mang Seng approached.

But Mang Seng quickly closed in, bearing Granny's speed shield; with cooldown reduction, his E was ready again in about six seconds.

He applied a slow with E, Liang Yan closed in and landed an auto‑attack, then stopped.

Zven jumped in from behind, an Arcane Shift snagged Bengi's head.

【Aced!】

A cold female voice announced across the arena.

"One for five!!"

SKT was instantly hit with a team wipe!!

Despite an economic deficit of over eight thousand, G2 actually pulled off a miracle team!!

A kick worth a thousand gold!!!

Jiao Shen! He is the true Jiao Shen! This Mang Seng is terrifying in his hands!!

On the Europe commentary desk, Drakos roared, face red and neck thick:

There is only one true heroism in this world! And in League of Legends, Firrrrrre is the sole embodiment of that heroism!!

In dire straits, Firrrrrre neither lost hope nor gave up, seizing that almost zero slim chance, and with a kick worth a city, delivered a team wipe to SKT!!

And now, Firrrrrre is leading his teammates toward Baron Nashor!!

The situation of this match will be completely reversed!!

If G2 can thus turn the tide and win this game, then we can shout now:

Firrrrrre!!

He is G2's savior!!!

On the venue's big screen, the four members of G2 were rushing toward Da Long Keng.

The camera slowly panned over the audience, as over twenty thousand spectators rose to their feet and shouted in unison:

LetsgoG2!!

LetsgoG2!!

LetsgoG2!!

The camera cut backstage.

In the G2 lounge, Ka Lao Si dashed around like an agitated monkey, the team captain and two substitutes huddled together, Tang Anna covered her mouth, eyes brimming with hot tears.

Meanwhile, in the SKT lounge, Coach Kkoma sat low-headed before the computer, one hand resting on his forehead, his expression indiscernible; the others' faces turned pale.

The young jungle substitute Blank gulped and swallowed a mouthful of saliva:

How is this possible...

With an economic lead of over eight thousand, normally it would be a straight Baron rush, right?

One for five?!

What a myth!!

The team's assistant coach sat behind everyone, staring blankly at the computer screen:

We should have first taken the Mang Seng's...

But it should be fine...

The advantage is ours...

He muttered softly, and in the next moment his expression suddenly stiffened.

In a flash on the screen, Faker's close-up appeared on the venue's big screen.