LOL: What does it mean to torture players?

Su Mo used Flash to create distance, then used his Q skill to blind the Sword Demon who was trying to jump in, and finished him off with a basic attack!

"Triple Kill!!!"

At this moment, the four EDG players who came to provide support finally arrived at the battlefield.

Ah Chen's Lee Sin kicked the nearly dead tree to pieces, and Xiao Yue's Sylas secured Jayce's kill.

"Ace!! Total wipeout!!!"

"At 19 minutes and 45 seconds! Baron Nashor hadn't even spawned yet!! JDG, in a five-man gank, were completely wiped out by Teemo's mushroom formation!!!" Miller's voice was completely hoarse, his eyes red with excitement, "It's over!! It's all over!! This man named Su Mo, with Teemo that everyone thought was just a joke, completely and utterly shattered JDG's mental defenses in the semifinal match point game!!"

19 minutes 55 seconds.

With the last JDG player falling, the five EDG players, carrying the mid-lane minions, swept through the high ground and headed straight for the inhibitor turret.

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Pit, Baron Nashor had just respawned and let out a deafening roar.

But its roars went unheeded.

"Demolish!" Su Mo stood amidst the wreckage and issued his final, extremely calm command.

Amidst the wild cheers of the entire LPL audience.

Amidst the deafening congratulations from the commentator.

JDG's blue crystal nexus exploded!

The scene freezes at 20 minutes and 15 seconds.

3 is better than 0!

EDG brutally defeated JDG's super team, advancing proudly to the final stage of the S13 World Championship!
On the battle table, Su Mo released the mouse.

He listened to the thunderous cheers from the audience, watched "Victory" pop up on the screen, and slightly twisted his slightly sore neck. He picked up the thermos on the table, took a sip of water, and the dazzling lights of the stadium reflected in his deep eyes.

As the golden word "Victory" on the big screen froze completely, the spotlights in the Olympic Stadium flashed wildly, and the red and blue lights poured onto the center of the stage like a cascading waterfall.

Su Mo neatly wound up the mouse cable, put it into his slightly worn peripheral bag, and zipped it up. He picked up the black thermos on the table, turned around, and looked at Ah Chen and Xiao Yue, who were already hugging each other excitedly beside him.

"Alright, don't break Tianye's back." Su Mo smiled slightly and patted Ah Chen's back gently. "Let's go shake hands."

The five EDG members lined up and, led by Su Mo, walked through the center of the stage and headed to the JDG soundproof booth on the other side of the stage.

The moment the glass door was pushed open, the cold air from the air conditioner in the soundproof booth and an extremely oppressive silence hit you. The five JDG players were silently packing up their peripherals, and the air was filled with bitterness and resentment. But they were all familiar faces in the LPL region, and they had a good relationship in private.

Su Mo, who was walking at the front, was the first to arrive in front of 369.

The usually cheerful and formidable top laner known as "Dice Bro" had his eyes red-rimmed like a rabbit's. Seeing Su Mo approach, 369 stopped what he was doing, stood up, vigorously rubbed his round face, and forced out a bitter smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Brother Mo...you're really going too far." 369 reached out and tightly grasped Su Mo's hands, his voice filled with deep grievance and helplessness. "I could accept the first two Fiora weapons, but this life-or-death situation...you pulled out Teemo for me, and I didn't even get close to you before I was poisoned to death. You're trampling my Dao Heart to death!"

Su Mo looked at the top laner in front of him who was almost broken, without any arrogance in his eyes. Instead, he reached out his left hand and gently patted 369's broad shoulder.

“Your Aatrox is very oppressive. If I hadn’t set up a mushroom formation beforehand, I wouldn’t have been able to beat you head-on.” Su Mo’s tone was extremely sincere, and his calm demeanor made it seem as if the Teemo who had been dancing and acting like a jerk under the tower just now wasn’t even his character. “You’ve worked hard today. When we get back to China, I’ll treat you to Yangfang Hot Pot. Order whatever you like.”

Hearing this, 369's frustration inexplicably dissipated a lot. He shook his head with a wry smile: "Forget it, Brother Mo, I'm afraid the hot pot you're treating to might contain mushrooms... Good luck in the finals, bring the championship back for our LPL!"

Su Mo nodded slightly: "Definitely."

Next, Su Mo walked up to the jungler Kanavi. This top-tier Korean jungler was looking at Su Mo as if he were a monster.

"Brother Mozi, that Blast Fruit of yours..." Kanavi gestured with a wry smile in broken Chinese, "I really didn't understand it. I felt like I wasn't playing a match with you, but being toyed with like a toy. Don't you know how to go easy on me?"

"That was an accident. I just happened to hit the fruit." Su Mo replied seriously and modestly, then smiled slightly, "Your tree had a very good early game rhythm. I almost died."

Kanavi rolled his eyes, clearly not believing a word of it. What kind of accident is this?! Who could predict the perfect launch angle of a Flash and a Blast Cone? But he still bowed respectfully, saying, "Good luck in the finals."

When Su Mo approached Knight, the talented Chinese mid-laner was sighing. Upon seeing Su Mo, he helplessly shrugged and said, "Brother Mo, your Teemo's damage is outrageous. I was at full health and just stepped on a mushroom and I was instantly down to zero. If we run into each other in ranked next game, please, have some decency and stop torturing your brother."

"Next time I'll play a tanky Teemo and not buy the Liandry's Torment." Su Mo lightly bumped fists with Knight and joked casually.

"No, no, no, you're even more disgusting if you build meat!" Knight was so angry he laughed.

Standing before ADC Ruler, the former S-series FMVP and legendary Korean AD carry, his eyes were filled with deep respect. He didn't waste any words, but simply grasped Su Mo's hands and said in Korean with utmost solemnity, "You are the most terrifying player I have ever seen. I am completely convinced."

Just as the translator next to him was about to translate, Su Mo had already responded with a smile in extremely standard and fluent Korean: "You are also an opponent I greatly respect, Emperor Ruler. I am honored to have conceded today."

Ruler paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. He felt all his pride had been utterly shattered in front of this man.

After the handshake ended, the five EDG players walked back to the center of the stage.

Under the spotlight, the five people stood side by side, facing tens of thousands of spectators, and bowed deeply.

"EDG!!! EDG!!!"

"Brother Mozi!!! A god!!!"

The cheers from the entire audience reached their peak at this moment! Although the golden rain had not yet reached the final, the dazzling cold fireworks spraying around the stage had already brought the atmosphere of the entire venue to its peak.

As is customary in the World Championship semifinals, the match ended with a formal post-match interview and MVP award ceremony.

As the mechanical lift platform of the stage slowly rose, a holographic projection of the "Summoner's Cup," symbolizing the path to the final stage, shone brightly in the center of the stage.

The female host on site was Yoon Soo-bin, the leading lady of LCK. Today, she was wearing an extremely elegant white evening dress, holding a microphone, and looking at Su Mo who was walking from the edge of the stage with shining eyes.

On the large screen next to her, the MVP results for the three games of the day were displayed in a stunning manner.

There was no suspense whatsoever. Game 1: Fiora, 10-0-2.

Game 2: Weapon Master, 9-0-4.

Third game: Swift Scout, 7-0-5.

MVP for three consecutive games! On this semi-final stage, which can be described as a hellish challenge, Su Mo dominated the entire BO5 with the most indisputable statistics!

"Let's give a warm round of applause to Mo, the absolute core who led EDG into the finals today and won MVP for three consecutive games!!" Yoon Soo-bin's voice was clear and excited.

Amidst screams from the audience, Su Mo walked to the center of the stage.

The director gave him a full-body close-up.

On this stage, where every professional player is so excited that they burst into tears and even raise their arms in celebration after winning the semifinals.

Su Mo remained as aloof and composed as ever. He wore his black and white EDG team uniform neatly, his left hand in his pocket, and his right hand... casually holding his black thermos.

This stark contrast caused the live stream chat to explode with comments from viewers worldwide.
[He's here!! Mozi and his thermos!!]

[Others, after finishing the semifinals: wept bitterly, tears streaming down their faces. Mozi, after finishing the semifinals: a little thirsty, drank some goji berry water to soothe his throat.]

[So elegant! His demeanor is absolutely stunning! Standing there, you'd think he was a retired official inspecting the construction of a venue!]

The ultimate level of pretentiousness is when he's not pretending at all; he genuinely believes it's just a normal after-get off work gathering!

"Congratulations to Mo, and congratulations to EDG!" Yoon Soo-bin smiled and handed over the microphone. "Today you defeated JDG with an extremely dominant 3-0 victory. Especially in the third game, the match point game, you actually picked Teemo as your first pick! What was your tactical consideration at that time? Was it to put psychological pressure on the opponent?"

The entire audience fell silent instantly, everyone pricking up their ears to hear how the culprit who "ruined JDG's mentality" would respond.

Su Mo held the microphone in one hand, his expression calm, his tone still gentle and unperturbed:
"Actually, it's not as complicated as everyone thinks. JDG showed me a lot of respect with their first three bans, banning all the strong top laners. Plus, the opponent picked Aatrox, and I felt that Teemo's blind would give me a slight advantage in the laning phase. The main thing is that the coaching staff trusted me and let me play some heroes that I enjoyed. As for the psychological pressure, JDG is a very good team, and they won't be affected by a single hero."

The audience gasped in shock after hearing the translation.

Guan Zeyuan, the commentator, couldn't help but burst out laughing: "A tiny advantage? A fifty-point lead over 369 and two solo kills is a tiny advantage? And JDG's mentality wasn't affected? When I saw Missing die from the poison after stepping on a mushroom, he was practically shattered!"

Viewers in the live stream chat were spamming the chat with messages:
【A Little Advantage】

【"have fun"】

[Unaffected]

[Mozi's mouth is truly top-notch; he spouts nonsense with a straight face! He's so low-key it makes you want to punch him!]

Yoon Soo-bin couldn't help but chuckle, then asked, "In these three games today, whether it was Fiora, Jax, or Teemo, you displayed terrifying dominance on the sidelines. The outside world is now calling you a 'god who transcends the meta.' For the upcoming finals, facing the winner of the other half of the bracket—T1, who has Faker—what would you like to say to them?"

The moment this question was raised, the atmosphere in the entire Olympic Stadium reached its peak.

Because everyone knows that this will be the ultimate fateful showdown of S13! The only god of LPL versus the absolute demon king of LCK!

Upon hearing this name, a sharp glint, like a sword being drawn from its sheath, finally flashed in Su Mo's previously calm eyes.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he lowered his head, gently unscrewed the thermos in his hand, and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. Then, he slowly raised his head, his deep eyes looking directly over the camera, as if gazing at the T1 lounge from afar.

"Faker is a legend worthy of everyone's respect."

Su Mo's voice remained calm, yet each word was resounding, echoing through the Seoul night sky via the speakers.

"We'll be waiting for him on the final stage."

"However, I would like to kindly remind the T1 coaching staff." Su Mo's lips curled into a rare, cold, and arrogant smile.

"In the final draft, they only have five bans. That... might not be enough."

boom!!!
These words were like a nuclear bomb exploding on the spot!

Both the Korean audience at the scene and the LPL fans watching on screen went wild!
Holy crap!!! That's so awesome!!!

Five ban slots aren't enough!! Mozi has practically issued a challenge to T1!!

[First: Faker is a respectable legend. Second: You guys don't have enough bans, go to sleep.]

Extreme humility, extreme arrogance!! His tone was so calm, but his words gave me goosebumps all over!

[The T1 coaching staff is probably having a meeting all night right now, hahaha!! Who can handle this?!]

Not only the audience, but even the Korean female host Yoon Soo-bin was stunned for a few seconds by Su Mo's domineering speech before replying with a hint of awe: "A very... very domineering and confident declaration! Let's give another round of applause to player Mo and look forward to EDG's wonderful performance in the finals!"

Amidst cheers and applause, Su Mo politely nodded to the host, handed back the microphone, and then, carrying his peripheral bag and a thermos, walked off the stage at a leisurely pace.

The spotlight cast a long shadow behind him.

At that moment, in everyone's eyes, that figure was no longer just an ordinary e-sports player.

That is a mountain that stands between all challengers, a mountain that can never be crossed.

As Su Mo walked down the stage aisle, she bumped into Ming Kai, who had been waiting for her for a long time.

The former LPL jungle overlord, now the head coach of EDG, chuckled and punched Su Mo on the shoulder: "You kid, that last sentence was a bit arrogant. Right now, the whole internet is probably talking about your challenge to T1."

"Just telling the truth." Su Mo unscrewed his thermos and took a sip of water. "T1's lineup can't be contained by conventional drafting. Since we're going to play, let's put all the pressure on them."

As they were talking, several figures wearing black team uniforms with red backgrounds walked out from around the corner of the passage.

The leader, wearing round-framed glasses, looked focused. It was none other than Faker, the soul of T1. Zeus, Oner, and the others following behind him visibly paused when they saw Su Mo. (End of Chapter)