LOL: What does it mean to torture players?

"EDG.Mo has killed JDG.Ruler!"

"It's over in a second!! Another second!! Ruler was instantly melted again!! He didn't even get to use the heal button!!"

The moment he killed the AD carry, Knight woke up from his stun in terror and desperately used his ultimate, Spirit Strike, to pull himself back.

But at this point, JDG's formation had completely collapsed.

Without the sustained damage output of AD, the damage they dealt to a fully healed Jax with his ultimate activated and near 200 armor and magic resistance was like scratching a nerve in Su Mo's eyes.

"Hold them back, don't let them get away!" JackeyLove's Kai'Sa activated her E skill to accelerate, emerging from the dragon pit like a cold-blooded assassin, unleashing a barrage of Icathian rain upon Leona and Wukong.

Seeing that all was lost, Kanavi's monkey tried to use Flash to escape over the wall.

But Su Mo didn't give him a chance at all.

Jax's Q skill [Leap Slash] is off cooldown, so he leaps into the air and smashes his club into the monkey's head. With the slow from Blade of the Ruined King, he finishes the monkey off with two auto-attacks!

"Double Kill!!"

Ahri and Leona fell one after another to Kai'Sa and Maokai's pursuit.

The crocodile with only 369 units left, activated its ultimate skill, and stood alone amidst the corpses scattered on the ground.

He didn't run away.

Or rather, he knew he couldn't escape.

369 watched the man carrying a streetlamp walk towards him, stepping over the wreckage. His eyes were red as he controlled the crocodile, auto-attacking and then using the Q skill [Tyrant's Strike], trying to deal even the slightest bit of damage before dying.

This is the last vestige of dignity for a top LCK top laner.

Su Mo remained expressionless, without even making a move to dodge.

Jax walked towards the crocodile's attack, auto-attacked, and used W to reset his auto-attack.

"laugh!"

The terrifying lifesteal effect of the Divine Separator was triggered, and the little bit of health that the Crocodile had managed to reduce was instantly drained back by Jax.

The final, devastating blow landed!
"Triple Kill!!!"

"Ace!! Total wipeout!!!"

"My God..." Miller gasped for breath as he stared at the glaring "Team Wipe" message on the screen. "EDG, after losing their mid laner first, managed to turn the tide of the game with Mozi's perfect flank and 1v3! This isn't a match, it's a one-sided massacre!!"

Throughout the Olympic Stadium, the cheers of LPL fans swept through every corner like a tsunami.

20 minutes 45 seconds.

Outside the massive, wrecked dragon pit.

Su Mo's Jax still had nearly three-quarters of his health remaining. He turned around and silently walked into the Baron pit.

"Chen, is the punishment over?" Su Mo asked softly, his voice as calm as if he were asking what to eat for dinner.

"Okay...okay!" Ah Chen swallowed hard, his voice filled with barely concealed fervor. "Brother Mo, you're fucking amazing! I thought this was going to be a disaster!"

"Slay the dragon. Take this wave."

Su Mo picked up the thermos and took another sip of water.

That godlike performance, worthy of being recorded in the history of the World Championship, didn't stir any emotion on his face. There was no arrogant celebration, no showing off his dog tag over everyone's corpses; he simply quietly fulfilled the duties of a top laner—to smash the enemy's carry and then take over the game.

21 minutes 10 seconds.

Baron Nashor let out a mournful cry and collapsed with a crash. The crimson aura of the Baron buff surrounded the four remaining members of EDG.

These four players, along with super minion waves in the mid and top lanes, surged towards JDG's high ground like an unstoppable black tide.

Backstage, JDG lounge.

Coach Homme slumped helplessly onto the sofa, his tactical board falling to his feet.

On the screen, in a close-up shot of 369, this top laner, who is known for his resilience and cheerfulness, is biting his lip tightly, with tears welling up in his eyes.

He really did his best.

But no matter what he did, whether he chose meat or warriors, in front of that man named Su Mo, all his efforts were like an infant waving a wooden stick in front of a dragon.

"Destroy the tower, don't spawn camp."

Su Mo walked at the very front of the group, while Jax relentlessly struck the front door tower with the street lamp in his hand.

The JDG players who respawned didn't even have the courage to leave the fountain; they could only watch helplessly as their own high ground towers, inhibitor turrets, and crystal were reduced to ruins by the overwhelming offensive.

"BOOM—!!"

22 minutes 15 seconds.

The blue team's crystal nexus suddenly exploded.

Let's congratulate EDG!!!

The voices of the three commentators resounded in perfect unison throughout the stadium.

"2-0!! In this highly anticipated LPL internal battle semi-final! EDG used their extremely unreasonable top lane individual skills to destroy JDG's super team! They have secured their three match points! They are only one game away from the final stage, from defending their throne!!" Guan Zeyuan shouted hoarsely.

"That was terrifying..." I was still immersed in the scene just now. "From Fiora in the first game to Jax in the second game, Mozi showed everyone what 'overpowering all skills' means with the purest warrior duel! As long as the top laner can break through your defenses, all your team fight tactics are just castles in the air!"

"It's so hopeless..."

In the commentary booth, Guan Zeyuan watched the stark contrast between the two teams' exits on the big screen and sighed deeply. "After these two games, I could practically feel the helplessness emanating from the JDG players, even through the screen. This undefeated team, a super team comprised of top players in every position, was utterly routed when facing EDG, or more precisely, when facing Su Mo!"

“Yes, that’s why Su Mo is widely recognized as the greatest top laner in League of Legends history.” Miller pushed up his glasses, his tone filled with deep awe. “Many top laners, like TheShy’s extreme dominance, Nuguri’s ghostly farming, or Zeus’s champion pool, are all very strong. But what Su Mo brings to his opponents is a ‘double crushing of intelligence and skill.’ He can always deliver the most fatal blow from where you think you’re safest!” “Look at him after two high-intensity matches, he didn’t even break a sweat!” Remember pointed to Su Mo’s handsome and cold profile on the screen with a wry smile. “He’s like an emotionless killing machine; you never know what crazy thing he’ll do next under that calm exterior!”

Meanwhile, in the live broadcast rooms and forums of major domestic and international events, the barrage of comments had already exploded like snowflakes, and the servers even lagged due to the excessive amount of traffic that surged in at once.

Everyone stand up!!! Bow down to God!!!

This is called a dimensional reduction attack! Do you understand? You might be a superhuman in the LPL, but in front of a god, you're not even as good as a super minion!

[369: Coach, I did roll a 9 on the dice. But that guy over there, he bastardly crushed my dice!!]

[Kanavi is completely numb. In the first game, he ganked top but got 1v2 and killed. In the second game, he went to bot lane and got ganked by four people and got completely wiped out. Who can withstand that?]

[Ruler: I was just last-hitting a minion behind the dragon pit when a streetlight fell from the sky and smashed my head in. You guys call that top lane?]

[The most outrageous thing is Mozi's expression; he didn't even smile, as if to say: That's it? This is the Galactic Battleship?]

Stop criticizing JDG, they really tried their best. The laning phase for all three lanes was fine, but who could have predicted a godlike Fiora at ten minutes and a godlike Jax with Blade of the Ruined King at eighteen minutes? You'd die too!

……

Backstage at the Olympic Stadium, JDG's rest area.

When the heavy wooden door was pushed open, the JDG team members were met with a deathly silence.

There were no coaching reprimands, no tactical discussions. Only the whooshing sound of cold air from the air conditioner vents echoed in the empty room.

"boom."

369 threw his peripheral bag heavily onto the sofa, then slumped down as if all his strength had been drained. He buried his head between his hands, his fingers gripping his hair tightly, and let out suppressed, heavy breathing.

Jungler Kanavi leaned against the corner of the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling. Mid laner Knight kept biting his fingernails, his eyes glazed over.

Ruler, the team's absolute core player and a top AD carry who has won a world championship, also looked bitter and confused at this moment.

"Sorry……"

In the quiet lounge, 369's voice, trembling with sobs, suddenly rang out. He looked up, and his round face, which usually wore a kind smile, was now streaked with tears, his eyes frighteningly red.

“Coach… Brothers, I’m sorry…” 369’s voice trembled with extreme self-blame and fear. “I can’t beat him… I really can’t beat him! I feel like he completely sees through my every move, I don’t even dare to use a basic attack… I’ve become the team’s weak point…”

Upon hearing this, head coach Homme felt as if his heart had been violently clenched.

This legendary coach, who has spent many years in the e-sports industry and led countless teams to the top, looked at his most outstanding disciple in such a state, his eyes filled with heartache and helplessness.

He strode up to 369, grabbed his shoulder, and squeezed it hard.

“Look up, 369!” Homme said in a low, serious voice through the translator, “This isn’t just your fault! It’s my tactical setup that went wrong, and our whole team failed to handle the pressure on his sidelines!”

Homme turned and looked around at the lifeless teammates in the rest room, then took a deep breath: "I know what you're thinking right now. You think that guy is invincible, right?"

No one answered, but the silence of everyone spoke volumes.

"Listen up!" Homme slammed his hand on the tactical board. "He's human too! His health bar is also broken! So what if we're down 0-2? Miracles of coming back from 0-2 to 3-2 have happened on this stage before! In the next game, we're not going to play tactics or strategy! We're just going to show our raw fighting spirit! Even if we lose, we'll take a piece of his flesh! Understand?!"

Although Homme's motivational speech was inspiring, the flame of "fighting spirit" in the eyes of the JDG players remained so faint as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

Because in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, motivational platitudes are the most pale and powerless thing.

Meanwhile, just a wall away in EDG's lounge, a completely different scene unfolded.

"Hahaha! Brother Mo, that jump you made at the Dragon Pit just now practically knocked Ruler's soul out of his body! Didn't you see how desperately Aphelios used his Flash when he died!" As soon as Ah Chen entered the room, he excitedly waved his hands and gestured to Xiao Yue next to him.

"Come on, you got caught by the monkey that time. If it weren't for Brother Tianye protecting you, you would have been a background character long ago." Although Xiao Yue was arguing, the uncontrollable smile on his face revealed his ecstatic joy at that moment.

JackeyLove大刺刺地靠在电竞椅上，翘着二郎腿：“爽！太特么爽了！老子早就想揍这帮'银河战舰'了，今天墨哥算是替我把气全出了！”

"Alright, alright, keep a low profile." Mingkai walked in with his tactical board in hand. Although he tried to keep a straight face, he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

"A 2-0 lead doesn't mean we've won. The worst thing in esports is to celebrate at halftime. JDG is now in dire straits, and they'll definitely bite like mad dogs in the third game. We need to stay calm and not give them any hope of a comeback."

Mingkai's gaze passed over the noisy crowd and landed on the figure sitting in the far corner.

Su Mo remained as unmoved as ever.

He sat quietly on the armchair, his legs crossed naturally. One hand held his phone, seemingly replying to a message, while the other held his signature black thermos. The steam rising from the rim softened his features under the light, making him appear completely different from the ruthless, demonic figure he had displayed on the field just moments before.

Upon hearing Mingkai's words, Su Mo turned off her phone screen and looked up.

"The coach is right." Su Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it had a magical power to instantly calm people down, and the previously noisy lounge fell silent in an instant.

He gently screwed the lid of his thermos onto the cup, his gaze sweeping over his young teammates: "In the first two games, they made tactical mistakes and their mentality collapsed. But this third game is a do-or-die situation. There's a saying in the LCK: 'In dire straits, skill comes into play.' JDG's individual abilities are undeniable, and they will definitely pick the most extreme fighting lineup to give us a piece of their minds in the next game."

"Then how do we fight, Brother Mo?" Ah Chen swallowed hard, immediately becoming nervous.

"How do we fight?" Su Mo's lips curled into a faint smile, a smile of absolute confidence befitting a king. "They want to fight, so we'll accept. Not only will we accept, but we'll also completely subdue them in their area of ​​expertise."

Su Mo turned to Ming Kai and said, "Coach, in the next game, give me a counter pick. No matter what they choose, I guarantee I'll completely disconnect them from the top lane within ten minutes."

This statement was made in a plain and unassuming manner, without any dramatic increase in volume or any confident assurance.

But to the EDG members, it was like a reassuring pill, instantly dispelling all their tension and anxiety.

This is Su Mo.

As long as he's sitting there, this EDG team is invincible.

The brief halftime break passed in the blink of an eye.

"Welcome back to the S13 World Championship, the match point of the semifinals!"

As the rousing background music resounded throughout the venue once more, the director's camera cut back to the commentary booth. (End of Chapter)