Chapter 347: Face-to-Face Teleportation Tidal Wave! Extreme Wheel War!

"They've dismantled them!!!" Wang Duo shouted with a flushed, excited face, "In the end, the strength of the three from the CN team prevailed!"

"Two to zero! The CHN representative team takes another game! They are the first to reach three match points!"

Beside him, Gugu still seemed a bit dazed: "That last Syndra play was just too cool, wasn't it?"

Wang Duo also struggled to suppress his excitement and regained his composure: "Indeed! It was truly a scattering of flowers from the heavens in mid-air, crushing the Korean team's last hope of a counterattack into bubbles!"

"It's not the first time I've heard of 'scattering flowers from the heavens,' but such a perfect seven-sphere scatter is absolutely something I've never heard of or seen in my entire career as a commentator!"

The image of the seven spheres flying in that final wave was too shocking; the barrage from 30 seconds ago was still scrolling intensely even now.

[Am I seeing things? Fighting Eagle! I've actually seen the scenes from the LOL novel in a real match!]

[I told you "Who Competes for the Peak" wasn't just writing nonsense!]

[I inexplicably have the feeling of a full-table break in snooker; this is actually a bit perverted, right?]

[Although it was indeed cool, the angle of that ball was ridiculous. It feels like a fluke. Does anyone really not just look at a straight line when pushing balls with Syndra?]

[Didn't you see that he clearly adjusted his position before the final Flash? He was definitely aiming on purpose!]

[Whether it's impressive or not, just look at Brother Xu's livestream. It gave Brother Xu such a climax that he immediately started a Syndra game to rekindle his relationship with his ex-girlfriend.]

The crowd below the stage roared, blending with the cheers.

In stark contrast to this were the KR audience and commentators next door.

The Roaring Emperor seemed to have been on a rollercoaster; one second he was so excited he jumped right off his chair, but the next second, seeing the base screen suddenly turn in the opposite direction, he hurriedly and quietly sat back down.

The smile on his face froze in place, and after noticing the camera, he barely managed to force a smile.

"What a pity... this game is truly such a pity!"

"This game really had a great chance. We even enjoyed the initiative in the early game before that canyon team fight, and we were able to pull the situation back in the late game. That last breath—it was truly just missing that last breath."

He said two listless sentences before finally adjusting his emotions and returning to a normal tone: "But things have come to this; the KR national team has reached the edge of a cliff. We have no room to take another step back!"

"Fans, please lend them your strength together!!"

The Roaring Emperor didn't know if his forced, hard-boiled chicken soup had any effect.

There was no helping it; he was equally anxious and uneasy in his heart—he had even imagined the moment of "losing the match" in his mind just now.

He hurriedly shook his head vigorously, not daring to think about it.

The Hextech-faced female commentator beside him felt the commentary desk had gone cold. She turned her head to find her partner shaking his head with an ugly expression, and she tilted her head to ask in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

The Roaring Emperor pursed his lips, then squeezed out a smile: "I'm actually fine. We haven't lost yet, have we?"

He refocused his attention on his own athletes in the livestream camera.

"I'm actually more worried about the players' state."

Chovy picked up a paper cup, only to discover with horror that the plain water in the cup was acting as if some 'supernatural event' had occurred; it was actually dancing and trembling in the cup with slight amplitude!

Oh... it seems it wasn't a problem with the water.

He hurriedly put down the paper cup, shoved his hands into his pockets in a panic, and walked quickly back to the backstage with his teammates, head bowed.

In the backstage lounge.

Kkoma and several coaches were all filled with the depression and confusion that follows great joy and great sorrow, but when the team members pushed the door open, they had to quickly welcome them with smiles.

The most painful thing isn't losing.

Even being swept three-zero is far less painful than the moment where it feels like there's a chance to win, where you even think you've already won, only to be killed immediately afterward!

It is practically a death by a thousand cuts!

Regarding this point, Beryl and Deft, who were clearly also somewhat silent, were quite sensitive to it, their expressions looking particularly miserable.

Especially Beryl.

His Bard counter-attack in the final wave of last year's finals was called a "God's move" by many chuunibyou KR fans, claiming he was "only one step away from defeating the Demon God"... but for him personally, he often wished he could travel back in time and not make that move, and just let the opponent push the base!

Only the parties involved know how great the aftereffects of that experience on a critical stage are; at the time, it even made someone with Deft's temperament not open League of Legends for several days.

And now, the rest of the KR team on the field had also experienced this feeling.

"Children..."

Kkoma just wanted to open his mouth to comfort them, but was suddenly interrupted by someone else.

"This game, my fault," Beryl suddenly raised his head and said.

"It looks like the opponent completely guessed my thoughts, and perhaps they had prepared for it a long time ago."

Although the Heimerdinger was indeed restricted to death by the Syndra in the last game.

But everyone knew clearly that the greatest responsibility actually lay with the mid and jungle.

In a jungle-carry system, if the jungle collapses, and the fire-monkey combo fails to produce any rhythm, they are absolutely the primary culprits who cannot escape blame.

But this, indeed, is the "characteristic" of the KR mid-jungle duo.

Although Kanavi can play some filler heroes, it was clear from the Poppy in the first game that he was still a half-baked player. To exert his strength, he still has to play jungle-carry—and once he plays jungle-carry, his playstyle is naturally immutable; if the jungle doesn't go smoothly, he will immediately lose his head.

Chovy goes without saying; a pendant-style functional mid-laner like Annie has never been his strength; it was chosen entirely for the system.

And after he finished saying this, the atmosphere of the KR team seemed less stifling, and the others also began to reflect on themselves.

Kkoma also interrupted at this time: "Children, don't think so much."

"You did very well in the last game; it was just missing the last bit, just a tiny bit."

"Let's do it again. Let's do it again according to this game. According to our plan, the further the game goes, the better it will be for us. The situation has already begun to gradually tilt in our favor!"

Kkoma has seen too many big scenes; he is indeed the most capable of keeping his cool.

And after Beryl took the blame, he began to support his head in place, frowning tightly without saying a word, as if he were thinking about something.

He always felt something was a bit wrong.

No matter how he looked at it.

Except for the mid-lane position, the hard strength of the KR team's lineup was absolutely no weaker than the opponent's, and several positions should even be stronger than the opponent's; this is an objective fact that is beyond dispute.

And the Asian Games team is, after all, a temporarily assembled team. A month of training and bonding cannot be compared to old teammates who have bonded for a year or even several years—so the gap in player strength should never be something that can be erased by this level of "teamwork."

The game should never have turned out like this, no matter what.

Thinking back carefully, the top lane in the second game clearly proved there was no problem. The jungler is mainly tied to the mid-lane, and the individual mistakes in the mid-lane were actually not that big.

Beryl's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened.

He suddenly discovered that in the first two games, it seemed someone had been invisible.

"The weakness I didn't discover, could it be here?"

He suddenly stood up: "I have a new idea, but it might be quite risky."

And after hearing his words, all the KR members frowned, as if they were all somewhat hesitant.

At this moment, it could be called a life-or-death juncture with zero room for error; no one wanted to bear the responsibility of making the final decision.

"Let's have a show of hands to vote."

On the other side, the atmosphere backstage for the CN representative team was extremely excited. Everyone felt that that step was just within reach, and it was hard to suppress the fire in their hearts.

Only Flandre was obviously somewhat silent along the way, his mind filled with images of losing the game if he were the one to play, even though the other four people kept comforting him, it was of no use.

Frankly speaking.

Ye Bo actually hadn't expected the situation in the top lane today.

On one hand, Flandre's personal state today was somewhat poor. This kind of situation can be considered force majeure; everyone has these moments of poor performance that are difficult to control.