EBE Chapter 1022 It's over
Chapter 1022 It's over
"It's going to flip! It's really going to flip!"
With the Baron buff, the five members of EDG gathered and pushed down the mid lane. On the high ground, Xu Mo faced the reinforced minion wave and the five EDG players alone, and could only clear a few minions before being forced to retreat.
28 minutes 33 seconds.
RNG's base crystal exploded amidst the cheers of EDG's players.
2-2!
EDG came back from 0-2 down to win 2-2! They dragged the game into a decisive final game!
When the word "defeat" lit up, a deathly silence fell over the RNG players' bench. Uzi covered his face with his hands, his body trembling slightly with regret. Karsa stared blankly at the screen, as if his soul had been ripped out.
On the other side, the EDG players jumped up excitedly, and Scout rushed over to hug Jiejie and Meiko tightly. They had crawled back from the brink of hell!
The female host, Yu Shuang, stood in the audience, her palms icy cold. She saw the camera zoom in on Xu Mo; on his face, coldness, anger, regret… all emotions had vanished. In their place was a kind of almost nihilistic calm she had never seen before.
It was as if everything that had happened before had nothing to do with him. It was as if this earth-shattering comeback was nothing more than a predetermined process coming to an end in his eyes.
This is more terrifying than anger.
In the corridor leading to the rest room, the RNG players remained silent, the atmosphere extremely tense.
"boom!"
Uzi punched the wall, and his knuckles instantly broke and bled.
"It's my fault! It's all my fault!" he growled, his voice filled with anguish. "If I hadn't chased after Nami, if I hadn't gone outside when we were fighting Baron..."
"enough."
Xu Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it brought Uzi to an abrupt halt.
He walked past Uzi without looking at him or anyone else, and pushed open the door to the lounge.
Everyone followed them inside.
Tabe opened his mouth, wanting to say something about tactics, but found that any words would seem pale and powerless at this moment. Morale had plummeted to rock bottom.
Xu Mo walked to the tactics board, picked up a pen, and instead of drawing any heroes, simply wrote down one word:
"breathe."
He turned around and looked at the distraught faces.
"Forget about those two games just now." His voice was calm and undisturbed. "Forget my solo kill, and forget your mistakes. Forget the stolen Baron, and forget the opponents' cheers."
"Now, take a deep breath."
His words seemed to possess a certain magic, gradually calming the frenzied atmosphere.
"Fifth game, the deciding game, blue side. No tactics, no strategy, only one requirement."
He held out a finger.
“Start from level one, crush them.”
His gaze finally settled on Uzi, and a trace of warmth and trust finally emerged from that ethereal calm.
"Jian Zihao, you are not fighting alone. Trust your teammates, and more importantly, trust yourself."
Uzi raised his head and met Xu Mo's gaze. In those deep eyes, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he saw the collapse of the throne, and he also saw... a flame that had never been extinguished.
He nodded vigorously.
On the other side, in EDG's rest room, there was an overwhelming fighting spirit.
Clearlove didn't say much, just patted everyone on the shoulder: "Well played. In the last game, bring out your most confident heroes, enjoy the game, and we will be the champions!"
"Champion!!!" the team members roared in unison.
After a brief silence, Busan Stadium was once again ignited by a deafening roar. Fans from both the red and blue teams used every last ounce of their energy to cheer on their respective sides.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the final chapter of the MSI finals! The last game of the best-of-five series! Who will emerge victorious?"
Miller and Doll's voices sounded incredibly solemn because of this epic match.
The final showdown is about to begin! A war waged on all honor, will, and dreams has commenced!
Backstage, in RNG's rest room after the defeat, the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive. Uzi was breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot. He stopped throwing things, instead pounding his thighs with his fists, the dull thud of knuckles colliding with muscles the only sound in the deathly silence. Ming was beside him, his hand hovering in mid-air, wanting to pat his shoulder, but it fell limply to his side.
On the other side, coach Tabe was frantically sketching tactical formations on the whiteboard, then irritably wiping them all away with the back of his hand, leaving a blurry ink stain, much like his chaotic state of mind. He knew the team's mentality had collapsed. The overwhelming momentum that began in the first game had been completely shattered after the comeback in the third game and the decisive defeat at the dragon's throat in the fourth. Now, RNG was like a ship whose keel had been broken by a giant wave, sinking.
“My question.” Xu Mo’s voice broke the silence.
Everyone looked at him.
He sat in a corner chair, his face devoid of the calm of the previous two games, replaced by a chilling coldness. His eyes, like two bottomless, icy pools, reflected no light from the lounge, only pure darkness.
“I was too careless,” he said slowly, his voice devoid of any emotion. “I treated him as a player who could only follow the rules, but I forgot that he was also a world champion who had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses. I underestimated his instinct to win.”
He stood up, walked step by step to Tabe, and took the whiteboard marker, almost crumpled in his hand. He didn't draw any heroes; instead, he wrote a single word heavily in the center of the whiteboard:
"breathe."
He turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over each of his teammates, causing Uzi to subconsciously stop pounding his thigh.
"Forget about those two games just now." Xu Mo's voice was low, yet it dissected the tumor called "regret" in everyone's hearts with the precision of a scalpel. "Forget my solo kill, and forget your mistakes. Forget the stolen Baron, and forget the cheers of the opponents. Those things are all in the past, they no longer exist."
“Now, take a deep breath.” His voice carried an unquestionable command. “Inhale, feel the air entering your lungs. Exhale, expel all your distracting thoughts.”
His words seemed to possess a hypnotic power, slowly calming the frenzied atmosphere. Uzi's tense shoulders unconsciously relaxed a little. Karsa's furrowed brows also eased slightly.
"In the fifth and decisive game, we are on the blue side. This means we have the first move and the right to choose our fate." Xu Mo's gaze sharpened, like a sword about to be drawn. "Therefore, there are no complicated tactics or tedious operations, only one requirement."
He extended one finger, the tip turning slightly white from the force he exerted.
“Start from level one, crush them.”
His gaze finally settled on Uzi, and a trace of warmth and unwavering trust finally emerged from that ethereal calm.
"Jian Zihao, you are not fighting alone. Trust your teammates, and more importantly, trust yourself. I am here for you."
Uzi raised his head and met Xu Mo's gaze. In those deep eyes, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he saw the collapse of the throne, and he also saw... a flame that still burned for him in his most desperate moment.
He nodded heavily, his eyes still bloodshot, but his confusion and self-blame had been replaced by a resolute determination.
Meanwhile, in EDG's rest room, the atmosphere was as fiery as lava.
Clearlove stood in the center, a proud smile on his face. He made no further tactical arrangements, simply watching his teammates. Scout's eyes gleamed with confidence, Flandre and Viper were filled with a hunger for victory, while Jiejie and Meiko, who had just created a miracle, were like two tigers awakened from their slumber.
"Well done!" Mingkai's voice was loud and powerful. "You've proven that we are a stronger team! We have a more resilient will!"
He opened his arms like a general embracing his army.
"The final game! Don't feel any pressure! Pick the heroes you most want to play, the ones you're most confident in! Enjoy the game, enjoy this stage! And then, bring home the championship trophy that belongs to us!"
"Champion!!!" The five team members roared in unison, their voices so loud that the ceiling seemed to tremble.
When the two players walked out of the tunnel again, the entire Busan Gymnasium was completely ignited.
"EDG! EDG! EDG!"
The blue ocean erupted in cheers, the roar like massive waves crashing against the stage. EDG's fans gave it their all, believing that their team was about to pull off an epic comeback, winning 3-2 from 0-2 down.
The scattered shouts of "RNG fighting!" seemed so small in this vast blue ocean, yet incredibly tenacious, like a candle flame that refused to be extinguished in a storm.
In the commentary booth, Miller straightened his tie, took a deep breath, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final game of what may be the greatest BO5 in League of Legends history! A reverse sweep, a showdown of the titans! Words cannot describe my feelings right now!"
The doll's face was also filled with solemnity: "Yes, this is no longer a battle of tactics and operations, it's a contest of wills! A duel of beliefs! Whoever can withstand this overwhelming pressure will become the ultimate champion!"
The live stream chat was no longer filled with arguments and taunts, but only with a dense barrage of "Go China!" messages. Regardless of which team they supported, all viewers were witnessing history.
In the backstage interview area, Yu Shuang gripped her cue cards tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her gaze followed the RNG players as they walked towards the stage. She saw Uzi's steady steps and Karsa's resolute expression, but her heart was clenched by Xu Mo's aloof figure.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, as if he were not heading towards a battlefield where life and death would be decided, but rather towards a predetermined destiny. The chilling killing intent emanating from the lounge, even from a distance of more than ten meters, still sent a shiver down her spine.
She couldn't help but pray in her heart: Xu Mo, please, you must win.
The lights are focused on the players' seats.
Ten contestants put on their headphones and started adjusting their equipment. The crisp clicks of the keyboards and the subtle movements of the mice became the only sounds in their respective worlds through the noise-isolating headphones.
On the big screen, the camera panned across each person's face in turn.
Scout's eyes radiated the confidence of someone reborn from the ashes.
Viper wore a confident smile.
Uzi, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes like an eagle's, stared intently at the screen.
Finally, the camera focused on Xu Mo's face.
He closed his eyes, leaned back in his gaming chair, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He didn't make any adjustments, seemingly indifferent to everything.
The clamor of the entire arena, the shouts of the commentators, the fighting spirit of the opponents, the tension of his teammates... all of it seemed to be shut out from him.
In his world, there was only endless darkness.
And, at the end of that darkness, a dawn awaits, to be torn apart by his own hands.
"Alright! MSI Mid-Season Invitational Finals, Game 5, the decisive Game! Drafting and banning, let's begin!"
With a loud shout from the child, the atmosphere in Busan Gymnasium was pushed to an unprecedented peak.
This war, which was fought with everything at stake, has finally begun its final and bloodiest phase.
With a loud shout from the child, the atmosphere in Busan Gymnasium was pushed to an unprecedented peak.
This war, which was fought with everything at stake, has finally begun its final and bloodiest phase.
"Blue side RNG, red side EDG! The decisive draft phase begins!"
RNG Bans: Aphelios, Jayce, Xin Zhao
EDG Bans: Syndra, Vi, Lucian
Miller's voice tightened instantly: "The bans on both sides were filled with respect and a bloody atmosphere! RNG directly banned Viper's godlike Aphelios from the last game, as well as the heroes that Flandre and Jiejie performed exceptionally well with! And EDG didn't hesitate to ban Moshen's devastating Syndra, Karsa's Vi, and Uzi's Lucian! They're saying: You can't take what defeated us last game! We don't even want to use what defeated you last game! Come on, let's fight to the death with new weapons!"
RNG: Uzi - Xayah!
"Xayah! In the decisive game, Uzi once again brought out his signature champion from the S7 World Championship!" Wawa shouted. "This is his signature move, the embodiment of his belief! At the most crucial moment, he chose to believe in his original partner!"
EDG Scout - Akali | Meiko - Rakan!
"Akali! Scout pulled out his sharpest dagger in the decisive game! He's going to end the game with his mechanics! Paired with Meiko's Rakan! EDG is going to execute the ultimate engage and teamfight initiation!"
RNG: Ming - Minotaur Chieftain | Letme - Gangplank (Captain)!
"Anivia! Ming picked the most aggressive support, he's going to go head-to-head with Xayah and Rakan in lane! And then... Gangplank! Letme picked Gangplank! This is RNG's late-game guarantee, and also global support! This move is full of tactical depth!"
EDG: Jiejie - Diana | Flandre - Yone!
"Diana! With Akali and Rakan, a triple engage! EDG's engage potential with this lineup is at its maximum! Top lane... Yone! Flandre has also picked a fighter! EDG has a complete 'three-sword' lineup! They don't need an ADC! They're going to use three ruthless assassins and fighters to completely tear RNG's formation apart!"
The moment Yone's portrait locked on, the entire arena erupted in shock! This was a lineup that risked everything: either kill the game within fifteen minutes, or be slowly tortured by RNG's Gangplank and Xayah in the late game. (End of Chapter)