Chapter 351: 1550 Breaks the Record! 14 Chinese, 5 Koreans!

The moment the Korean team’s Nexus exploded, the roar of the crowd surged toward the heavens, and the arena was filled with the cheers of countless people.

Chinese spectators in front of the stands waved the red flags in their hands frantically, like a red tide sweeping and surging through the area.

At the same time, many with poor eyesight were squinting and craning their necks, struggling to see the numbers on the big screen clearly.

"Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"How much!? How much!!"

"15 something, I saw it start with a 15! Looks like 15 something!"

The spotlights flickered and shifted, then focused on the Chinese national team’s player booth.

Wang Duo, at the commentary desk, could no longer suppress his emotions; he raised his arms high, his voice hoarse and his face flushed red: "Nice! They pushed it! They actually pushed it!"

"The Chinese team defeats the Korean team three to one! They did it!!! We are the Chinese national team, crowned with the title of the strongest all-Chinese squad! Congratulations to them for advancing to the finals!"

Fortunately, Wang Duo caught himself in time, nearly blurting out something else.

Although everyone in their hearts considered today’s match the final, it was actually just the semifinals.

Gu Gu, like the audience on stage, squinted at the big screen from the side, then let out a cracked-voice scream: "15 minutes and 50 seconds!!!"

Wang Duo nodded vigorously: "Yes! 15 minutes and 50 seconds!"

"This match has broken the record for the shortest game in the history of the League of Legends 'International Tournament'! It will also be a monumental mark left in history by this semifinal!"

"And the Korean team, unfortunately, enters the loser's bracket, and will soon compete with their opponents from the bottom half of the bracket for the 'Third Place' and 'Fourth Place' spots!"

"All Chinese team fans, please let us give another round of applause for this Chinese national team!"

The arena erupted in thunderous applause, while online, the screen was flooded with [1550].

[Koreans! Speak! Up!]

[Bronze-tier region, step! Out!!!]

[The person above has a KRD, who said it was bronze? What right do you have to assume we Saudis will lose! Brothers, let's all cheer for Saudi Arabia!]

[Say it loud! 5 Chinese > 5 Korean!]

[It should be 1+4 Chinese > 5 Korean, know why? ...Because without the 4 in the back it's okay, but without the 1 in the front it really doesn't work!]

[? I thought this time it was really because the number 5 doesn't work]

[In the last game of the finals, excluding the support, the other (4) people all took kills from the Korean team, and today is the (3)rd day of the week, the match ended at (6) o'clock on the (9)th, and there are 7 people in total including substitutes! I can only say those who know, know!]

Everyone at the scene had their emotions pushed to the extreme, and all sorts of meaningless screams echoed repeatedly throughout the Hangzhou arena.

As Ye Bo took off his headset at the player booth, besides the immense excitement in his eyes, there was also a rare, visible sense of "fatigue."

Ye Bo had been multitasking almost the entire time during this match, which was why his Emperor played so steadily in the early game, and even remained the team's only advantage throughout.

To outsiders, this win seemed very "easy."

But for Ye Bo, this was a true "challenge to himself."

This was also his first time attempting to pan the camera to command while playing this kind of "mechanically intensive" hero—perhaps because of the previous three games, Chovy hadn't actively increased his laning pressure at all, and even felt leisurely seeing he wasn't being pressured, thinking it was his own excellent performance this game.

However, among the entire Chinese team, apart from the lively Xun who jumped three feet high immediately, the other three didn't move at first.

It wasn't because they weren't excited.

It was mainly because they turned their heads and saw that Ye Bo in the middle was still sitting in his chair.

Bystanders all knew who the sole core of this best-of-five was.

Not to mention the players involved!

Especially in the last game, Gala and Liu Qingsong felt for the first time like they were "deeply connected to the Equilibrium Sect network," which was an entirely new and wonderful experience!

Liu Qingsong had barely experienced a "low-spec version."

But Gala had been partnered with Xiaohu since his debut, and even at his peak, Xiaohu wasn't the type of player skilled at commanding, let alone his current "Fat Tiger" form.

However, Xiaohu still had an influence on the WBG bottom lane duo, at least in terms of "emotional intelligence," where he excelled at teaching by example.

Seeing that the person who carried the most hadn't stood up to celebrate, Gala and Liu Qingsong didn't dare to show any expression, pretending to look at the post-match stats on their seats while sneaking glances to the right.

Only when they discovered Ye Bo had finally stood up to celebrate did the two release their suppressed excitement.

"Master Ye, you're just too fierce, right?" Liu Qingsong gave a sincere thumbs-up and praised: "Playing with you feels like winning the fastest without even using my brain!"

After becoming a weak point in the third game, Liu Qingsong had been filled with worry, fearing he would become the "eternal sinner" who caused the team to lose the match.

Until Ye Bo told him before going on stage for the fourth game: "Don't worry, just listen to my commands."

That moment truly gave one an inexplicable sense of peace.

"Master Ye, you are simply a superman," Gala also said somewhat shyly: "It would be a real pity if the microphone audio from this game isn't released."

Gala’s heart was filled with sincere admiration.

As an ADC player who was cautious and meticulous on Summoner's Rift, he didn't dare to lose focus for even a second during mechanics and laning.

He could somewhat understand how someone could command while playing utility mid-laners, or even magic-core heroes like the Emperor.

But Gala absolutely could not understand how someone could command while playing assassins!!

This, surely even Faker from next door couldn't do, right?

If only I had a mid-laner like this... would I still be unable to break the curse of the World Championship quarterfinals!

Gala only regretted that during the spring transfer, he hadn't discussed it with RNG; he would have even paid to "buy his own freedom" to go to V5 to take over.

"Everyone was great! I told you we could do it!"

Ye Bo looked at everyone with a brilliant smile.

Freed from the constraints of the soundproof headset, he could hear the thunderous applause from the outside, which, accompanied by the sincere praise of his teammates, made his heart pound faster.

Xun, behind him, also leaned in and gave him a bear hug: "Master Ye, is our Asian Games gold medal already in the bag!"

Saint Gun Brother walked over and said with a smile: "Opening the champagne early, are we?"

After the teasing, he also leaned close to Ye Bo, his tone still somewhat low: "You really worked hard today..."

Ye Bo directly put his arm around the other's shoulder: "We were hiding things, taking advantage of the situation; we'll make them look good at the World Championship!"

Li Xuanjun took it as the other comforting him, finally revealing a smile, and began to enjoy everything before him.

If Xun’s reliance was mindless, and the bottom lane duo’s was pure enjoyment.

Then for Li Xuanjun, who had walked with Ye Bo from the very beginning to now, his inner emotions were absolutely the most complex.

In his view, ever since EDG, he seemed to have always been taken care of by this younger brother who was much younger than him, and not just within the matches on Summoner's Rift.

It was the same after arriving at V5, and it was still the same at the CN Chinese team's Asian Games.

He knew best what kind of role the other played in every team.

In the first game when laning was needed, the other could become the sharpest blade in the lane.