Oh no! Maziko's exploit has been discovered!
Chapter 52: Oh no! Brother Ma's vulnerability has been exposed!
"Five!!! Shaqima's Malphite hit five of them! Oh my god!!" Jide felt a tingling sensation across his scalp, so excited that he was practically speechless.
How on earth did this Malphite sprint all the way from his own Red Buff jungle into the enemy's Blue Buff jungle in three measly seconds?
Magic!
This has got to be magic, right?
"Yasuo, who had been lingering near the top lane early on, connected with Malphite's ultimate! Wind Swept Slash! R'ed five people! Locking down the entire FPX roster for another full second!! Doesn't Yasuo have to chisel a monument right on the spot for Malphite after this game?! This is the ultimate dream of every single Yasuo player in existence!!" Miller shouted with undiminished passion.
Meanwhile, IG's team comms had completely dissolved into a chaotic roar.
"Holy shit!! Holy shit, holy shit!! Brother Xian's ultimate this wave is merciless!! I dare call this the world's number one support's capability to seize opportunities!!!" Rookie's hands were literally shaking with excitement.
He manipulated Twisted Fate to follow up with a Flash, the tarot cards constantly flipping and transforming in his palm.
His thumb flicked away a brilliantly glowing golden tarot card.
Not this one.
His index and pinky fingers hooked a rippling blue tarot card, spun it forcefully, and discarded it.
Not this one either.
Such an outstanding and dazzling performance by Malphite in this match directly solidified this player's status for the entire playoffs.
The economic gap widened to nearly eight thousand gold.
"Oh fuck!! Egypt is awesome!!!"
...
After stabilizing the atmosphere, he adjusted his glasses, pressed both hands against the edge of the small podium, and swept his calm gaze across everyone present.
Soon, he spotted his fiercely battling teammates and five opponents lingering on slivers of health.
"To be honest, Brother Xian's Malphite this game totally blew my mind, especially the game-winning turning point where his R hit all five!" Rookie was too excited to sit still, waving his arms around, wishing he could transform into the Shard of the Monolith on the spot and treat his brothers to a heaven-shattering performance.
"Give us the details on how it blew your mind."
Let me ask you, if you could always just be carried, who would want to tryhard and carry?
...
"We should hurry up and find time to ask Brother Xian for his autograph. If he plays a few more games like this, this bastard is going to become a mega-star," Xun joked.
"Why didn't you use your ultimate during that last teamfight?" Doinb glared at Tian the moment he stepped into the room, acting like a frantic monkey out of his mind, pacing back and forth across the room. "Coach, this guy didn't even cast his ultimate in that final teamfight! His mindset is completely flawed!"
"I mean the corners of my eyes."
The live chat was boiling like a pot of roaring water, layer upon layer of dense comments rolling endlessly.
If one could say FPX's comeback probability earlier was a 3-7 split against IG...
Ezreal stood on the minion wave, resting his palm against his forehead as he gazed into the distance.
He had coasted through this game like a fish in water, winning simply by landing a grand ultimate at the very end.
Wiped out in a single teamfight, the Fire Drake confiscated, with the mid lane's tier-two turret and the bottom lane's outer turret falling simultaneously.
The five members of FPX didn't even have a chance to retaliate; their health bars were instantly wiped clean to zero, just like a shopping cart during a massive holiday sale.
Finally, his wrist twisted, and he pulled out a tarot card with a vibrant, blood-red hue.
"This wave, this wave gives Brother Xian god-tier, heaven-defying merit! This bastard is just too good at seizing opportunities! Rate him a thousand points, and the extra nine hundred points can be exchanged for nine games of immunity from criticism!"
"Alright, alright, stop shifting the blame onto each other. This is merely a loss in the first game. Besides, you guys played with major issues in the previous match. The real turning point where this Malphite stood up was solely when he got a double kill on your mid and jungle in the mid lane, and hit a five-man R at the dragon pit. The rest of the time, you completely handed them way too many opportunities. Losing your blue buff inexplicably at the start, getting ganked twice in mid, and your top laner crashing into walls three times. Think carefully about where your own problems lie, and let's set this aside for now." Steak clapped his hands, signaling for the team members to calm down first.
This earth-shattering, epic teamfight coordination left everyone completely dumbfounded.
Then, following this teamfight, the odds were thoroughly beaten down into a ten-zero split.
A golden, dazzling half-moon energy wave swept outward!
"Hey... ha!!"
If Cheng Xian's performance in the previous games had merely excited Nofe...
By the time they arrived, IG had already secured Baron Nashor, subsequently wiping out the utterly defenseless FPX once more.
"Let's congratulate IG on taking the first point! This game was simply breathtaking! I barely had a chance to catch my breath from start to finish." The commentary booth was blasted with air conditioning, yet Jide kept continuously fanning his collar.
"You guys played way too chaotically, and it threw me off completely. You wouldn't listen to a single thing I said, you wouldn't give me any feedback, and I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. My hands just wouldn't stop shaking," Tian muttered with a gloomy, sullen face.
Tapping one foot on the ground, hovering slightly in mid-air, the pulse gauntlets in his hands blazed with brilliant light as the energy fluctuation molecules gathered around his body converged entirely in front of him.
Countless skill flashes converged from all directions onto a single point, unleashing a massive wave of explosive damage.
...
Compared to the cheerful and harmonious atmosphere in IG's backstage, FPX's lounge was infinitely gloomier.
TheShy also gave Cheng Xian a subtle thumbs-up: "Xian, played vely good."
"Walking back to the lounge just now, I saw so many staff members and girls who couldn't help but want to rush up and ask Brother Xian for his autograph," Wink chimed in with a wide smile.
Backstage, in the players' lounge.
"Drink some water, have a sip." Nofe personally unscrewed the bottle cap for Cheng Xian, then draped a sweat towel over his shoulders, pressed him down into a seat, and massaged his shoulders to help him relax.
"ACE!! Wiped out!! Picturesque!! Ultimate, flawless teamfight coordination!!! IG maximized every ounce of their damage output! They put on a masterclass of a teamfight for us textbook style!! This is undoubtedly the most perfect teamfight I've witnessed all year long!!" Jide roared at the top of his lungs, his neck engorged and turned blood-red.
ACE!
"What kind of god-tier, heaven-defying, spiral-propeller teamfight coordination is this?! It literally made this cute little maiden soaking wet!!"
With the explosion of the Nexus, Cheng Xian's Malphite stats locked in at a gorgeous 11-0-4.
Even though FPX dragged out a ten-minute scaling period afterward, they were proactively and decisively engaged by IG at the Baron pit.
"It's time to show you the real magic!"
"This game featured quite a few operational errors from FPX, but Shaqima's Malphite had several dazzling plays as well. Let's take a brief intermission and give the players some time to adjust their mindsets. We'll bring you the thrilling showdown of Game 2 in just a moment!" Miller read out the concluding remarks of the segment.
He hurled it forcefully into the crowd!
"Everything is in the cards."
"Based on the previous game and repeated analysis of prior match VODs, I have figured out a way to counter IG's support-carry playstyle and the player Shaqima."
"He has one fatal vulnerability."
As his voice fell, the entire roster of FPX leaned forward, their gazes fixed tightly on Steak.
"What is it?"