Chapter 72: What Has Blinded My Eyes?

Chapter 72: What Has Blinded My Eyes?

LWX nearly popped his eyes out of their sockets.

The Kai'Sa, whose health bar was previously on the verge of depletion, was instantly refilled right at the moment Caitlyn was about to land a headshot!

What the hell kind of bullshit is this?!

LWX genuinely felt like calling the police right then and there.

Hello? Is this the police? I want to report someone! Yes, yes, right here, this Kai'Sa, he’s playing the game while carrying a literal fountain in his pocket!

"It's the Soraka's W and R!" Ji De kept his eyes glued to the screen, speaking at a rapid-fire pace. "Shaqima has made another huge play! An AP-build Soraka's W and R instantly pump Kai'Sa back up to over half health! Wink also popped his own Heal, and combined with the shield from Orianna, her health bar looks completely full!"

The livestream chat instantly exploded, dense walls of scrolling comments rolling by furiously.

"He got juked!"

"LWX got completely juked!"

"I bet LWX's mental is completely shattered right now."

I'll detonate the passive!

Right at the moment of detonation.

"Brothers, watching the match up to this point, this cute little sister has already knocked my brother unconscious and dismantled all his DNF gear to buy all the LoL Soraka skins. Did I do the right thing?!"

Just as Wink was about to secure the minion kill.

Her Soraka only had two damage-dealing skills, Q and E. Harassing in the lane was fine, but sustained output still depended on Kai'Sa.

That wasn't taking—that was outright stealing!

At this moment, in-game.

Fleshing it out, though, this was a World Championship qualifier match, so he couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment.

However, right now, iG had zero room for error.

Watching the Soraka clear the remaining minions with a few Qs and recall on the spot.

Saying that, the Soraka, who hadn't walked very far, turned right back around.

"Yeah, the Soraka had already left, but she came right back to farm."

A massive surge of healing cast a green halo over Kai'Sa's head.

"Turret: Riot designers, take a look at this! I suggest fixing the bug where an AD champion can regenerate health like this!"

Oh no, this was almost enough to drive Wink to a gender transition!

Quick, change the subject!

Wink: "???"

Wink backed away with a face full of grievance and indignation. Just as he felt he was on the brink of death, he heard Cheng Xian's low roar come through voice comms.

"How about this? In teamfights later, I'll just stand right behind you. One heal is 500, another heal is 500. Don't you want to play in that kind of debauched, indulgent, luxurious teamfight?"

"Fine, whatever, go ahead and take them." Wink let out a helpless sigh.

"Oh..." Wink blinked, momentarily stunned.

"..."

"Good bro Wink! Why don't you let me have these two waves of minions?"

Hiss...

"Tanked the turret eight times! What's wrong with eating a big heal?"

Wink's roar, accompanied by Soraka's lingering recall animation, slowly drifted and echoed across the Summoner's Rift.

"Truth be told, this Soraka's healing output is strong enough to heal an Ozma raid group."

Soraka tossed out a leisurely banana, directly claiming Caitlyn's head.

Wasn't there still a Rakan?!

I auto-attack!

You know, that actually sounded quite tempting.

Then he offered himself a comforting thought in his heart.

It's fine.

Wink felt a slight relief in his heart, and his gaze shifted back to the two waves of minions that had gathered due to the teamfight.

These two huge waves even had a cannon minion, which would provide at least 300 gold and half a bar of experience.

Basic attack!

+381!

Q, Icathian Rain!

Very good! Proc the passive to detonate the damage!

Just when Wink thought Caitlyn's head was firmly in the bag.

After all, Soraka had contributed to the assist, so taking a kill was normal.

Of course, Cheng Xian's main goal in playing the game wasn't solely to mess with his teammates' mental states.

"You motherfucker! Get your ass back here!"

"Wink, look at my Mejai's Soulstealer, it's already at 25 stacks."

Ah, just thinking about it felt wonderful!

You stealing two of my kills was one thing; after all, your TP was timely and contributed to the play.

"It's probably due to internal comms. Shaqima had already left, but Wink thought he could carry, so he called him back to farm."

"Still need 2,000."

If Wink heard those words, he would probably slam the table and curse in rage.

Double kill!

"Drink up, Mommy!"

"If you don't walk out of there right now, you're going to die to the turret."

"Output! Put out damage!" Cheng Xian urged urgently.

Against a worse team like iG, they definitely had plenty of room to shine.

"Once I finish my Rabadon's Deathcap, I'm going to run wild and kill everyone."

Wink wore a face of utter despair and grievance.

Soraka's two massive heals added insult to injury for FPX's bot lane, which was already suffering from a three-man dive.

"Okay!" Seeing his health bar restored, Wink instantly pumped himself full of motivation.

"Wuwuwu, I really have zero resistance to such a cute little sister. I genuinely can't help wanting to beat her to death."

"Holy ghost!! This Kai'Sa!! An AD carry!! Actually tanked the turret eight times in the bot lane!!"

Look at this guy, do you hear the words coming out of his mouth?

The game was still ongoing.

The viewers in chat were all marveling at the Soraka's merciless healing output.

Soraka fired off another leisurely Starcall.

I auto-attack!

Suddenly, Cheng Xian's mischievous laughter rang out in the voice comms.

"Brother Xian, you..."

"Wink, I just need a tiny bit more gold to buy my Deathcap."

Watching Cheng Xian control Soraka as she finally left.

"To the toxic little sister ahead, I suggest you flee the planet overnight. When your brother wakes up, he'll dismantle your DNA."

But you're still asking me for minions, you're simply...

"..."

"Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped, I'll definitely let you have the next kill," Cheng Xian brushed it off desperately.

"Eh? Why did those two waves of minions go to the Soraka?"

If it weren't for the sake of winning, who would resort to such desperate measures?

Meanwhile, the casters were still expressing their confusion.

Wink's face turned green.

"LWX: What on earth blinded my eyes? Ah, it was this sleazy healing output!"

For someone like Cheng Xian, who possessed the foresight of a time-traveler, FPX wasn't particularly strong this year. Their weaknesses stemmed simply from a poor understanding of the Worlds patch, compounded by a losing streak that caused mental collapse across the entire team.

"Brother Xian, just a moment ago you said you needed a little bit of gold for the Deathcap, how much was it again?"

Cheng Xian: "..."

Die to the turret? Wink wished he could just drop dead on the spot for Cheng Xian.

"..."

A small teamfight ended with Soraka's nimble flank and three-man dive, ultimately securing a double kill.

After reaching the World Championship, because the schedule was so long, there was always some margin for error in case of a loss.

Basic attack!

"Wink: Who am I? Where am I? Is this heaven? Why else would I be at full health?"

What the fuck! Am I really the number one indentured servant of the Chinese server?

I did most of the damage, yet the kills keep getting stolen one by one.

Call that stealing?!

"I'm not listening! You said the exact same thing last time! Men are all trash!"

"Well, it's possible."

Wink seemed to remember something amiss and spoke up again.

So, they couldn't afford to lose a single game.

They had to secure the wins solidly!

Good brother! Brother won't forget your contribution of giving up minions!

This game, I will definitely let you carry the entire match!

Leave it to me!

With that thought, Cheng Xian pinged his freshly minted [Rabadon's Deathcap] and said to Wink, "Brother Eye, useless trash skills like Heal, I suggest you use them whenever they're off cooldown. In the teamfights later, just fly right into their faces and output. There's nothing left to be afraid of."

Wink: "???"

(End of this chapter)