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Without the slightest hesitation, not even pausing to think why.

An Yuexin's fingers seemed to turn into machines, violently smashing the F key! On the screen, Kassadin instantly blinked backward a significant distance out of thin air.

Almost at the exact same moment, Orianna's ball was commanded to the side of where Kassadin had just been standing. Immediately after, a terrifying shockwave was unleashed!

Command: Shockwave!

The ultimate hit absolutely nothing!

Guzimiao's pupils shrank abruptly, completely dumbfounded.

He stared fixedly at the screen, watching the empty ultimate visual effect, his mind going completely blank.

This sequence of plays—from hitting level six, to placing the ball, to predicting the movement and casting his ult—was executed flawlessly. It was a guaranteed kill he had calculated countless times!

As long as Kassadin didn't Flash, he was dead for sure!

But he did Flash.

He didn't Flash in reaction; he Flashed in advance!

It was as if... someone had whispered in his ear, telling him that an attack was coming.

This couldn't even be considered scripting.

He could only mutter, "This Kassadin... his game sense is that good?!"

[Killing intent detected!]

[I think this Kassadin has really good game sense. The mid laners in the previous matches were absolute trash.]

[The intensity is ramping up! Bro!]

Before Guzimiao could even switch his screen back, a figure emerged from the brush.

A shiny bald head.

Followed immediately by a heavy, powerful kick.

Then a Sonic Wave.

"Bang!"

The pitiful Orianna, without Flash or any survival skills, was kicked to death right there like a stray dog on the side of the road.

"What the hell! Is this Lee Sin on drugs? Why is he everywhere?!"

Guzimiao felt his blood pressure soaring. He slammed his keyboard and roared into the microphone, "Where's our jungler?! Where is he?!"

From the headset came Old Kuai's muffled and helpless voice.

"Don't call me until I'm level six."

That single sentence choked Guzimiao right back.

He knew that Old Kuai's fast level-three start was supposed to be the engine of their early-game tempo, but now, the engine had stalled.

His jungle had been invaded, their tempo was broken, and there was no other way but to keep his head down and farm to level six.

It was suffocating.

An unnamed fury darted around in Guzimiao's chest, but he had nowhere to vent it.

By the time he controlled Orianna to return to the lane, the purple figure in his vision already had a level 6 icon lit up above its head.

The enemy Kassadin was level six.

Guzimiao's heart skipped a beat. Before he could retreat, the figure turned into a flash of purple light and instantly stepped right onto his face.

R-Q-W-E, a smooth and flowing combo poured out maximum damage in an instant, causing a huge chunk of Orianna's health bar to vanish into thin air.

Guzimiao couldn't even press a single skill before he was beaten into a half-dead state.

This was the unreasonable nature of Kassadin as a champion, and the fundamental reason why he permanently occupied the ban slot in ranked matches.

His mechanics were just that oppressive.

Unplayable. It was completely unplayable.

Guzimiao knew very well that going up to trade with Kassadin right now would be purely humiliating himself. He could only steel his heart and make Orianna turtle under the turret, not even daring to soak full experience from the minion wave.

However, just because he turtled didn't mean the enemy would sit idle.

As soon as the mid-lane minion wave was pushed into the tower, Kassadin's figure disappeared from the map.

"Lao An, come with me to the bot lane to make a withdrawal," Lin Mo called out.

Half a minute later.

The two streamers in the bot lane wailed at the same time.

"What is going on?! Why is my screen black? Why are Lee Sin and Kassadin here?!"

"A four-man dive! How are we supposed to play this?!"

"I pinged! I pinged like crazy!" Hearing his teammates complain, Guzimiao's survival instinct peaked instantly, and he immediately started shifting the blame.

The bot lane ADC clearly wasn't buying it and started flaming directly, "Don't just ping, come down here! Mid lane is missing, don't you know how to follow?"

"How am I supposed to follow?!"

Guzimiao flared up too, his voice rising an octave. "Do I just give up my minion wave? I'm a low-health Orianna with no Flash, what am I supposed to follow them with? If I bumped into those two bosses in the river halfway, wouldn't I just be feeding them kills?"

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about rotating to help.

But a quick calculation in his head told him it was completely unrealistic.

In his current state, let alone providing backup, going down there would just be gifting the enemy a gorgeous triple kill.

Then what was the point of going?

To be a mobile ATM?

So Guzimiao only pinged frantically on the map and yelled a few words, watching helplessly as the bot lane turned into a graveyard.

Actually, his mind was as clear as a mirror. If those two guys in the bot lane had clearer heads, the moment they saw the pings, they should have abandoned the tower and the minion wave and walked away immediately.

That way, they would at most lose some gold and experience.

Now look at them, two kills given away for free, plus a turret, and they even handed over the Dragon as a bonus.

The difficulty of this game instantly jumped from hard mode to hell mode.

Seriously, can we really make a comeback?

Lin Mo's figure disappeared into the river once again, like a drop of water merging into the sea.

Under Lin Mo's simple and clear commands, the Alistar controlled by Hao Qiang treated the enemy's top and bottom jungles almost like his own backyard. He generously planted a ward in every critical brush and intersection.

In this era of League, there was no limit on the number of wards you could place.

As long as you had the gold, you could even light up the entire Summoner's Rift.

"No! This isn't right!"

On the other side, the streamer team's Master Yi was lurking in the top lane tri-brush, preparing to coordinate with Riven for an ambush.

He waited very patiently, like a top-tier hunter waiting for prey.

However, instead of waiting for his prey, he became someone else's meal.

"How could they possibly know I was camping here!"

Master Yi's screen instantly turned black and white, leaving him completely bewildered.

He didn't even see clearly what happened. A passing Vayne seemed to just casually push him, pinning him dead against the wall.

It felt like walking down the street and getting knocked out by a sudden blow to the head.

Immediately after, a savage bull charged over, knocking him violently into the air, letting him experience what it meant to take off on the spot.

Finally, accompanied by a crisp kill sound effect, his life was easily taken.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, so fast that he didn't even have time to press Alpha Strike.

"Vision! The brush you were camping in was warded! It was probably shining like a lightbulb in the enemy's eyes!" A teammate's exasperated roar came through the headset.

The ward-clearing mechanics of this era were still very primitive. Without the convenient sweepers of today, if you wanted to clear wards, you had to spend a lot of gold to buy expensive Vision Wards.

For a jungler who needed to farm in the early game, this expense was undoubtedly a luxury.

When Master Yi resurrected with a dark expression and plunged headfirst into his own jungle, he found that... his home had been robbed.

It was completely empty.

Let alone the Murk Wolves and Wraiths, they didn't even leave the smallest Krugs for him.

"Where are my jungle monsters?" Master Yi's voice carried a hint of a tremble.

No one answered him; there was only the cold wind howling through the jungle.

From this moment on, the tempo of the game completely slipped out of the streamer team's control.