"Enna Clark, second skill!"
She imdiately unleashed her second skill.
It hit the opponent’s mage perfectly.
Then, the assassin was pinned by the marksman’s ultimate and was instantly killed.
"Killing spree!"
The mage was also dealt with by her.
They coordinated again and pushed three towers.
At this mont, the three teammates who had been under pressure from the opponent arrived. The opponent only had one warrior left.
The Golden Shooter calmly locked onto the opponent warrior’s position, charged under the tower, and took the head effortlessly. With just a sliver of health left, he dashed out from under the tower.
"Penta Kill!"
The opponent was wiped out.
Their minions had just arrived at the opponent’s crystal location, and the rest of the team started pushing the opponent’s crystal.
anwhile, on the screen, the defeated opponent players kept ssaging—
[666...]
[The most aweso marksman I’ve seen...]
[Could this be so pro player’s smurf account...]
[6666, Handso Guy, do you need a wife? I think I can do it. Why not take instead? If you don’t need a wife, a mistress is fine too. Please carry !]
[66666, Add , I want to rank up by just laying down.]
[@￥%&&*...]
The screen was flooded with 6666.
Apparently, the opponent’s assassin had been killed too many tis and got tired of swearing, going silent instead.
Enna Clark could really understand how the opponent felt. If she played the assassin well and seed about to lead the team to victory.
Suddenly, a marksman with god-tier moves appeared out of nowhere, playing like an assassin, ambushing and killing him all over the map. Getting killed every ti he showed up.
The whole ga was just one thing—getting killed, reviving, getting killed!
If it were her, her mindset would collapse too.
Especially losing in the end; that feeling is a real slap in the face.
She figured they’d be too embarrassed to want to speak anymore.
"Victory!"
The opponent’s crystal shattered amidst the victory sound, marking the end of the first ga.
The stats for both teams showed up.
Other than Baron Lawrence, everyone else was basically dragging them down. Only Baron Lawrence’s stats were outstanding.
kills, 0 deaths, 16 assists.
With these stats, it’s practically pro-level.
The most unfortunate was the opponent’s assassin.
Initially having an advantage with three kills, ever since being targeted by Baron Lawrence, he didn’t grab a single kill.
All 8 deaths were KO’d by Baron Lawrence.
Enna Clark looked at her screen, below which only one teammate gave her a thumbs up.
Looking at Baron Lawrence’s, not just their teammates, even the opponent’s team gave him thumbs up. Out of the ten players, excluding his own thumbs up and that assassin’s, he got 7 thumbs ups.
Enna Clark pondered and decided to give him one too.
The Golden Shooter now had 8 thumbs ups.
The opponent’s assassin seed triggered, because after she gave the thumbs up, his avatar dimd. This indicated he had left the ga room.
Enna Clark turned her head and saw several friend requests on his control panel.
She noticed the cold-faced man rely glanced and deleted those ssages, couldn’t help but ask, "Aren’t you adding them?"
"Why should I add?" He replied matter-of-factly.
"Because..." Others are adding you.
Anyway, it’s just a ga; adding friends is pretty normal, right?
Enna didn’t finish her sentence.
"Not adding!" Crisp and clean!
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