"Beautiful, beautiful!"
Jack, who had already died, was overjoyed as he watched G2 get wiped out. "This drift is so cool!"
"You only know how to send 666, right?"
Phyllostachys Pubescens took advantage of the fact that G2 had not revived to accompany Lin Yan to destroy the enemy's bottom lane's tower. He did not forget to ask sarcastically, "Why do you always die suddenly?"
Jack waved his hand. "You don't understand, right?
This is selling meat. I tricked Fox and Nanqiang to use their skills to create space for you guys to attack. Without me selling my body, where would Brother Ran come from … "
As he spoke, he saw his four teammates all focus their attention on him. Even if he was used to drinking, he could not help but feel his face burn.
"Forget it, I can't make it up anymore." He bought his equipment and revived. "I didn't even use my ultimate move."
YM's team voice chat burst into laughter.
Lin Ran was the only one who was still sighing.
The pentakill was gone again.
What a pity.
If Phyllostachys Pubescens or Shiba Inu had stolen his pentakill, Lin Yan would still dare to go up and complain. However, there was really nothing he could do about it when the Shiba stole his pentakill.
He did not dare to move.
However, this did not affect the fanatical Brazilian audience. They waved the light sticks in their hands and shouted Lin Yan's ID loudly. The sound of tens of thousands of audience members swept through the stadium!
The sound was extremely penetrating. Ah P, who was wearing soundproof headphones, could hear it clearly.
His lips moved slightly, but he did not make a sound.
When he saw his semi-final opponent, he knew that his journey in MSI would most likely end here.
In the second round of the group stage, YM had sent out Lin Weixiang, who had rolled forward. They did not win that game. Ah P had already mentally prepared himself at that time.
However, he never thought that he would actually become the background of a famous scene.
Half a year ago, SMEB's Kenan, who carried rolling thunder, and G2's results in the group stage had already caused him to be repeatedly whipped on social media.
Today, the yellow chicken with the ID "YMRan" drifted and flashed horizontally. It undoubtedly tore open his unhealed wound and sprinkled a handful of salt into it.
Ah P felt wronged.
It's fine if you want to sweep me away, but why do you have to create such a disgusting scene?
G2's team voice chat was dead silent.
The Yellow Chicken had been killed four times, and the loot back at the city was two and a half pieces of equipment. It hadn't even been 18 minutes, and with the 24% magic buff from the three Fire Dragons, who was going to take care of this Yellow Chicken?
With such a gap in equipment, Fox would be instantly vaporized if he entered the arena.
If they couldn't kill the yellow chicken, they wouldn't be able to hold on when the YM formation charged forward.
The members of G2 knew very well that they would be sentenced to death the moment this fire dragon battle ended.
"YM, go home and resupply your equipment. Let's group up and take down G2's top lane defense tower. Then, we'll loot G2's jungle resources. Head to the Dragon's Pit to set up our vision and prepare to welcome Baron Nash who will be born in half a minute!"
G2 knew that they would not have a chance if they dragged this on, so they prepared to fight to the death in the Dragon's Pit.
However, Jack controlled Callista to throw out Boulogne with a big move. It crossed the Dragon Pit and smashed right in front of G2!
"Boulogne's big move, Glacier Crack, and Qing Gang Yin enter the arena!"
"Jin Gong knocked out two people with a kick. Ran, follow up and attack …"
"This damage!"
Ze Yuan, like the audience, exclaimed in surprise!
In the middle of the big screen, the Desert Emperor ordered his sand soldiers to stab forward and let his followers complete the attack for him!
With just a Q's [Wild Sand Attack] and a sand soldier's basic attack, G2's Big Mouth's HP had been reduced by half!
The ice staff's speed reduction effect was still on him. Big Mouth, who had flashed in the last fire dragon battle, could not walk out of the sand soldier's attack range with his feet!
"Sand soldier, stab him again. Big Mouth's HP is low!" He was so excited that he almost jumped out of his chair when he saw a large chunk of Big Mouth's HP bar disappear.
The next moment, Jin Gong aimed his Hexes at Big Mouth and sent him back to the fountain with a kick!
"Unstoppable!"
"G2 only has Fox left. He used his big move to escape. YM wants to take in the newly born Baron Nash!"
After taking in the Dragon, YM showed their manic nature. The five of them were like mad dogs, ignoring G2's high tower. They used wave after wave of attacks to attack G2's precarious high ground!
At the 22nd minute, G2's high ground was broken. Ah P wanted to use his flash to fight for the last time.
However, he flashed and used [Soul Ambush]. When he was still 500 yards away from the yellow chicken, he was poked by Lin Yan's sand soldier and lost half of his HP!
The Prophet appeared in front of Lin Ran and raised his shield to block the [Charm]!
Ah P saw this and wanted to escape. However, Lin Yan ordered the sand soldier to follow him and move behind G2!
"Even though G2 had flashed, three of them were pushed back!"
He could not help but clench his fist and shout when he saw the three G2 players being melted by Lin Yan's big move.
"It's over!"
On the screen, YM's team destroyed G2's tower quickly. The noise in the stadium was getting louder!
Amidst the deafening cheers of the audience, G2's main Crystal was shattered!
"Congratulations to YM!
They have obtained the first ticket to the 2017 MSI finals! "
Remember to look at the five YM players who had taken off their headphones to celebrate. "They will meet the winner of the other semifinal tomorrow — Flash Wolves and SKT in the finals!"
Lin Yan left the player area and led his teammates to G2's side.
The stadium was filled with cheers. They were shouting the names of the YM players. When Lin Yan waved his hand, he could clearly feel the cheers from the stands getting louder.
G2's players seemed to be in a good mood. After all, other than being defeated, the result of this year's MSI was still within an acceptable range.
At least it was better than last year's 2-8 MSI semifinal.
When Ah P shook Lin Yan's hand, he asked in English in a low voice, "Can I take a picture with you later backstage?"
Even though he was a little down, he held Lin Yan's hands tightly and did not let go. It was as if he had seen his idol.
"… No problem." Lin Yan was a little surprised by Ah P's attitude.
"I'll wait for you at the entrance of YM's waiting room." Ah P let go of his hand, satisfied.
Lin Yan had just finished shaking hands when he was informed by Winston to accept a live interview.
"Contestant Ran, how do you evaluate today's semifinal?"
Lin Yan did not hesitate. He picked up the microphone and said, "It was a very intense battle. G2 gave us some trouble, but fortunately, we handled it very well."
"In the end, we were still the ones who won."
"Who is your opponent in the finals that you want to meet the most?" The European blonde female host continued to ask.
Lin Yan thought about it for a while.
"To be honest, when I saw the list of teams participating in MSI in Shanghai, my first reaction was that I didn't want to meet SKT." Lin Yan paused for two seconds after saying this.
Winston did not rush him. Even though the blonde female host did not understand Chinese, she still looked at Lin Yan, who was a little taller than her, with a smile on her face.
The stadium was equally silent.
Lin Yan cleared his thoughts. "Because for YM, SKT is indeed a more difficult opponent to deal with."
"However, when I was there in person and saw SKT, as the devil king, enter the stage with the trophy in their hands, receiving the cheers and applause of the entire audience, I have to admit that I was envious."
He spoke more and more fluently.
"Since we're standing here as the LPL champions, we're no longer simply fighting for ourselves." Lin Yan straightened his back and slightly raised his body. His expression was serious. "We're carrying the glory of an entire division on our shoulders."
In the distance, YM's glow sticks were like sparks, shining in the dark stands.
"SKT has kept the MSI trophy for a whole year. It's time to return it to LPL. This is our only goal for coming across the ocean to participate in MSI. It's also a responsibility that we can't shirk."
"I hope that SKT will stand on the stage of the finals. I'll defeat them head-on and show them the strength of LPL." Lin Yan's tone was resolute. "Just like what my senior did two years ago."
Winston held the microphone tightly and translated Lin Yan's words. Then, another translator translated from English to Portuguese.
Even though the meaning was slightly different after two translations, the Brazilian audience still understood the general meaning. Like a spark that ignited a barrel of explosives, the audience in the stadium erupted into even more enthusiastic applause and cheers!
It was close to five in the morning in China. The champions who had stayed up all night were no longer sleepy. They decided to take a nap after the post-match interview was over and eat breakfast.
Lin Yan's words caused a huge commotion among them.
[GG, it's burning up?]
[Old starch is crying in a storm.]
[Is this a declaration of war?
Let's see how SKT will respond tomorrow.]
[Qiuqiu, please don't lose. If you lose, you'll be slapped in the face for half a year.]
After returning the microphone to the staff member, Lin Yan hurriedly called out to Winston, who was in a hurry.
"Winston, don't go yet. Help me translate for a while."
In the resting room, Ah P had been waiting for a while. He was sitting on a chair with a Xiao Tian limited edition pillow in his arms.
With Winston's help, Lin Yan no longer had to worry about his vocabulary. He could speak freely with Ah P.
Perkz brought over one of his team uniforms, signed his name on it with a marker, and passed it to Lin Yan.
Lin Yan took out one of his team uniforms. He took the marker and asked Ah P, who was beside him, "Speaking of which, what do you mean by saying those words before the match?"
"Oh … that's our traditional skill." Ah P grinned, revealing a row of snow-white teeth. It was as if he was advertising for Yida. "Taunting and trash-talking before the match. In terms of performance, we're ranked second, and no one dares to claim that they're first."
Lin Yan signed his name on the team uniform. "But I have to remind you that the Eastern teams don't fall for this trick. You'd better know your limits. Otherwise, if something like the group stage happens again, won't you be the one to suffer?"
Ah P was deep in thought. "Limits and limits?
For example, your post-match interview just now? "
"That's right."
"The provocation was too light. It didn't even count as trash-talking. If we were to go up and break SKT's defense, for example, we could use Faker's tears after losing last year's championship as an entry point …"
Ah P was in high spirits. Winston was trembling with fear as his translator. Lin Yan felt that he had lit up a new technology tree.
However, Lin Yan would definitely not retaliate like that unless he had no other choice but to be ridiculed.
Lin Yan smoothed out the creases on the team uniform. "I have to say that your performance was not bad. But still, it doesn't matter what you say if you win, but what if you lose?
Whatever you say will sound like a crime. "
Ah P suddenly remembered that when he was checking his phone earlier, Twitter was filled with famous scenes of Kenan Tianlei and Yellow Chicken Sand Burial.
He subconsciously rubbed the square face of the wonderful frog in his hand. "That's something we need to pay attention to."
"I'll talk to the boss when we get back." Ah P and Lin Yan exchanged team uniforms. "In the future, let's try our best to taunt those teams that we can win."
"Think of those weak teams being taunted and unable to do anything." Ah P imagined it and instantly felt that it was very beautiful. "That's comfortable."
The words "comfortable" were translated by Winston. Together with Ah P's comfortable expression, it was indeed elegant.
Lin Yan really did not expect this answer.
The two of them picked up their opponent's uniform and prepared to take a photo as a souvenir.
"Wonderful Frog", whose face had been pinched round, sat in the middle and looked at the camera innocently with wide eyes.
…
Three hours after the semi-finals ended, it was already morning in China. Many viewers who did not stay up to watch the competition only saw the results of the competition in the wee hours of the morning.
The result of YM sweeping G2 with a 3: 0 score wasn't surprising. However, right after, they saw the post-match interview video.
Lin Yan's speech, which was based on the entire competition zone, made their hearts burn.
This post-match interview content was quickly reposted and successfully squeezed into the top of Weibo's trending list by noon that day.
In the Tieba forum, the netizens, who surfed with all kinds of content, only then remembered that YM, who had been invited to MSI, had a series of titles — LPL's Spring Competition Champions.
They represented the LPL region and should receive the support of the LPL audience.
United against external opponents — this was the default rule of the forum.
In an instant, the sporadic discussions on the forum, such as "Is the crownless Ouze the world's number one Edisi?" and "Can a foreign team with poor results enter the international competition and maintain the record of being in the top eight every year?" were all pushed down.
"Can YM defeat the defending champions SKT in this year's MSI and defend the glory of the LPL?" had become a well-deserved tool for gaining experience.
On the second day of the semi-finals, Lightning Wolves versus SKT.
Lin Yan and Casa had a good relationship, but this time, he chose to support SKT.
It was not only because he said in the post-match interview that he wanted to face SKT head-on and take back the MSI championship trophy.
Moreover, he wanted to poach Casa to LPL.
Under such circumstances, it was best to let Casa understand the reality of the situation — the harder SKT beat them, the more Casa would realize the difference between the competition zone and the team.
Leaving the Lightning Wolves and LMS competition zone as soon as possible was the way to go.
After all, anyone with a discerning eye knew that the bloodline left behind by the S2 champion, Assassin Star, was gradually drying up.
There was no new blood in the island's professional league, and the closed training environment made it more like they were noobs pecking at each other. Without a decent sponsor, the professional players' salaries and training environment could not be guaranteed.
A talented professional player should not waste his time in such an environment and leave dejectedly.
Just as expected, the semi-finals were one-sided from the start.
After all, the BO5 system was different from the BO1 system of the group stage. The former tested a team's tactical reserves and individual strength.
In these two aspects, Lightning Wolves was no match for SKT.
Kkoma no longer hid his moves and cheated BP. He gave his team a more convenient lineup.
After YM's match the day before, SKT also practiced a mid laner, Galio, and decisively chose him in the second round.
Bang's strength was enough for Faker to choose a hero like Galio to protect him. Big Mouth was already on the Lightning Wolves' high ground 20 minutes later and was shooting like crazy.
In the three rounds, Bang perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be a damage dealer. He dealt 35%, 39%, and 37% damage respectively, with an average damage of more than 800 points.
Wolf's vision completely blocked the Lightning Wolves' support Viper's movement. The wild support duo that Lightning Wolves were so proud of was torn to pieces, and Casa alone could not do anything.
The three matches usually lasted 84 minutes. For a Korean operating team like SKT, an average of 28 minutes was already quite an exaggeration.
Every time the caster's camera cut to SKT's lounge, they could see the championship coach, Kkoma's satisfied smile.
The semi-finals perfectly demonstrated Kkoma's ideal model for SKT during the winter transfer window.
With Little Peanut and Huni as the early offensive arrowheads, Faker in the middle of the game, the damage dealer Bang to dominate the battle, and Wolf's vision to control the overall situation.
Casa, who lost the semi-finals, had red eyes. He tried his best to hold back his tears.
He did not expect to lose so miserably.
In the three rounds, the Lightning Wolves did not even win a single team battle. They were chased from start to finish.
Whenever they tried to retaliate, SKT would come at them with an even fiercer offensive rhythm, not giving them any chance to breathe!
Jack, who was wrapped in a blanket in the training room, had a serious expression on his face as he watched the match.
"F * ck, this is too exaggerated …" The prophet muttered.
He looked at Jack. "Can we really beat SKT's bottom lane?"
Jack's eyes widened. "What are you thinking, brother?
We can't do that even in our dreams, right? "
"You guys don't have to panic. Bang's playing style is more stable, while Wolf's playing more aggressively. You guys just need to develop steadily in the bottom lane. Don't change your health too often, don't let the opponent take advantage of the opportunity."
White Crescent, who was sitting at the side, reminded them. He was still flipping through the information in his hands and did not even lift his head.
"Especially Jack, don't get carried away. If you kill someone like Bang, we'll have a hard time in the team battle," Jack said confidently.
"It won't be a problem. Do I look like someone who would kill someone in the top lane?"
White Crescent, who was sitting at the side, ignored him.
"It's very blue." Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Jack decided to talk to himself. "No matter what, I can't beat my teammates to tears, right?"
"Look at that Lightning Wolves ADC. It's ridiculous." He crossed his legs and said.
Lin Yan did not say anything. He was staring at the computer screen. Faker was in the middle of a post-match interview.
After the usual questions about how it felt to win the match, the female host immediately threw out a hot topic.
"What are your thoughts on Ran's speech yesterday?"
Li Xianghe knew that the host would definitely ask him this question. He had already prepared an answer.
"Contestant Ran seems to have gained confidence from his victory in last year's global finals." Faker adjusted his glasses. "But this time, there won't be a commanding flag for him to use."
"It'll be a fair fight between us. I'll prove to him that SKT's victory in last year's MSI was not a coincidence." He was full of confidence. "The championship will definitely belong to the LCK division."
"The reason I returned the trophy at the opening ceremony was to let him see the MSI trophy with his own eyes. Five days later, the trophy will still appear in SKT's glory showroom. There's no doubt about that."
This response made the audience extremely excited. Li Xianghe was also a master of trash talk when he first debuted. This time, he had regained his former glory!
The pre-match comments of the two top mid laners had raised the anticipation of the finals. Even though the time difference was not good for the Chinese and Korean audience, there was still a large group of viewers who decided to stay up late to watch the upcoming battle of life and death!