Displayed on the big screen was Syndra, who had already secured a double kill and completed a Legendary streak.
"FPX is done for. We thought this was the best chance to catch bot lane, but we didn't expect Jarvan and Syndra to be flanking from the side as well."
"Tian was extremely decisive once he saw them—EQ combo straight into the ultimate. After that, all Rise of Kingdoms Bro had to do was follow up with damage."
Compared to Rita's surface-level read, Miller noticed something that genuinely sent a chill up his spine.
"I noticed one detail. When Rise of Kingdoms Bro went in, he deliberately waited for the angle on his Q, lining up both targets before pushing the ball. One skill trapped two people! In that fight just now, under normal circumstances one of them should've been able to escape—but through precise calculation, he kept both Azir and Graves locked down."
"Looking at Syndra alone, his proficiency is absolutely top three in the league," Miller gave an extremely high evaluation.
Zhao Junri added, "Rise of Kingdoms Bro is in peak form. Absolutely peak form."
"All I can say is—he's talented! You have to remember, he was practicing weapon parries all night yesterday…"
"But as a professional player, I still think daily training is necessary. If he doesn't train, how long can this kind of form really last?" Miller's words carried clear concern.
Although the casters were meant to stay neutral, seeing more and more elite players emerge in the league was something he welcomed.
It raised the competitive level of the league and made matches more exciting.
And it could lead to better results on the world stage.
Many people had come hoping to laugh at Lin Fan.
Instead, they became the clowns themselves, faces full of disbelief.
Who said professional play requires constant training? That without training, form can't be maintained?
The livestream chat exploded.
"F***!!!"
"Holy shit, I'm actually stunned watching this. Who was it on Tieba yesterday saying Rise of Kingdoms Bro was going to get destroyed today?"
TL: Tieba is Chinese Reddit
"Feels like Gori got beaten unconscious."
"I don't train, I don't grind, and I still slaughter on the pro stage?"
"This is unfair! Is he on stimulants or something?"
"We were careless—got ambushed by Rise of Kingdoms Bro."
"But Miller isn't wrong. Without training, how long can this insane form really last?"
…
In TES's backstage lounge, Luo Sheng was clapping so hard his hands were turning red.
He was fired up.
This mid–jungle performance was exactly what he had envisioned at the start of the season.
Even though the mid laner had changed, this was still a truly dominant display.
Crushing the enemy mid–jungle, expanding advantages for teammates—perfect.
The more he looked at Lin Fan's face, the more satisfied he felt.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Handsome, and his teamfight sense and overall competitive level were genuinely high.
But thinking about how much Lin Fan disliked training gave him a headache.
He almost wished they would lose this game—so after the match he could properly lecture Lin Fan.
Tell him that only by maintaining training could he consistently perform at his best.
"If only this advantage were a disadvantage…"
Wayward, sitting on the bench, widened his eyes when he heard that.
Coach, are you reading my mind?
Winning the match was actually bad news for substitutes like them.
It meant the five players on stage were the correct five.
And the ones off stage would truly be stuck on the bench, warming it forever.
Knight's expression wasn't good either—especially listening to the praise flowing through team comms for Lin Fan's performance.
When I played well, why weren't you like this?
He took a deep breath and forced himself to adjust his mindset.
As a substitute, all he needed to do was maintain his form and be ready to step up when the team was in real danger.
A mid laner who doesn't train—everything he's showing now is just a dying flash of brilliance.
He was never going to last long.
Returning to his old spot was only a matter of time.
At exactly twelve minutes into the game, Syndra's CS count had reached 141.
Azir had only 79.
Gori's face darkened as he looked at the numbers.
Damn it!
If it weren't for that level-one minion block, how would it have come to this?
Is the opponent really that strong? No!
The second kill only happened because of jungle help.
Everything after that was just Syndra's champion mechanics.
If I had two kills, I'd be slaughtering people too.
Gori was furious.
I'm just pushing waves normally—why did the minions have to sabotage me? This isn't fair!
He refused to accept it.
Even if they lost, it wasn't his fault.
If he could, he'd rip out the network cable and demand a remake.
But this was the LPL stage.
Pulling the plug simply didn't work here.
At this moment, Gori was burning with fighting spirit, eyes blazing.
Fine. Be arrogant this game.
You're a player who doesn't train—next game, I'll kill you back.
Given the current situation, there was no way to claw back momentum this game.
All three outer turrets in top, mid, and bot were gone, and every lane's development was crippled.
Especially Azir's 76 CS—calling him useless wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Where was the Emperor of Shurima? He looked more like a fragile chicken.
Conservatively estimated, the gold difference had already stretched to seven thousand.
And with Syndra's growth rate, hitting three items by around twenty minutes was completely normal.
Especially when even the ADC was handing over mid waves to her—resources were clearly being funneled.
Of course, behind the scenes, it looked like this:
"Bro Fan, you want Scuttle? I've got it low."
"Bro Fan, you want raptors?"
"Bro Fan, you want red buff?"
JackeyLove immediately had a vein pop on his forehead.
"That's my red buff!"
"What's the problem? Team resources—giving it to mid is fine," Mark chimed in.
"Alright, alright, Bro Fan take it. Anyway, my Zeri god-tier mechanics don't need red."
"Go ahead and joke around. Get ready—I've got enough gold."
When Syndra stepped out of the fountain at 21:27, she completed her third item: Rabadon's Deathcap.
TL: Power increase, just straight numbers.
The build was absurdly luxurious.
Luden's Tempest. Shadowflame. Deathcap.
No exaggeration—whoever she looked at, died.
Even without Baron, TES could just group and push mid.
FPX simply couldn't withstand the damage.
Especially with Gragas still lacking magic resist.
Lin Weixiang felt like he was dancing on a knife's edge with every step.
He himself made no mistake—but Tahm Kench moved too far forward and mispositioned.
Caught by a Syndra QE stun.
One shove—half his HP vanished.
Jarvan seized the moment, EQ combo forcing an engage and blowing FPX's formation apart.
Lin Fan's eyes lit up.
The instant Tahm Kench was knocked up, Flash into ultimate aimed straight at Jinx.
The same simple, brutal solution.
Jinx's HP plummeted… then vanished completely.
The arena erupted in massive screams.
On the big screen, Jinx lay dead in front of the turret.
"Deleted!"
"No extra mechanics at all—pure damage dump. Lin Weixiang had absolutely no answer. For an ADC, this is the most hopeless scenario."
At the inhibitor turrets, Gragas desperately threw out his ultimate, but couldn't even delay them.
TES forced their way in even without minions.
Graves and Azir were bound together—completely useless.
A single Syndra Q blasted them to low HP, and JackeyLove casually cleaned up the kills.
"ACE!"
With the base exposed and no one left to defend, it was demolished almost instantly.
The final time froze at 22:24.
An extremely short game.
So short that many viewers hadn't even processed what happened before it was already over.
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