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"Go to the bottom lane and push the minion wave in." Su Mo glanced at the minimap.

At this point, T1 had completely lost control of vision in the jungle.

Faker's Azir could only cower under the second tower to clear minions, while Oner's Jarvan IV didn't even dare to enter his own jungle. Whenever he encountered Chen's Vi, he would get a good beating.

17 minutes 00 seconds.

Su Mo's Camille was unstoppable in the bottom lane, leading a large wave of cannon minions and pushing directly to T1's second bottom lane tower.

Zeus's Irelia stood beneath the tower, clutching the Twin Blades of the Wing, trembling with fear.

"He can't get past me, I can control the tower..." Zeus kept encouraging himself.

But he underestimated the arrogance of the split Camille.

As soon as the minion wave entered the tower, Su Mo didn't even look at Irelia and directly hit the tower with a basic attack.

Zeus panicked and unleashed his E skill, Twin Blades!
With a light click of the mouse and a slight movement, Su Mo easily dispelled the dizziness!
Then, Camille unleashed her W [Tactical Sweep] without hesitation, slowing Irelia down!
Immediately afterwards, he used a basic attack and then his Q skill on the turret. Using the speed boost from Q, he crossed the turret's hit detection line and retreated.

"Free kill! Mozi is just taking away the turret's health for free!" Guan Zeyuan felt frustrated watching this. "Zeus didn't even have the courage to fight back. If he dared to Q in, Camille's true damage combo would cripple him!"

18 minutes 30 seconds.

The third small dragon, the Infernal Dragon, has spawned.

T1 has been pushed to the absolute edge of a precipice.

"We can't let Dragon Soul get a winning hand; we have to take this wave." Bengi gripped the tactics board tightly backstage.

The five members of T1 huddled together and cautiously made their way towards the lower reaches of the river.

But EDG simply didn't engage them head-on.

"Tianye, hold your positions. Jack and Xiaoyue, wear them down. Achen, take down the dragon." Su Mo commanded methodically in the voice chat. "I won't go head-on, you guys hold them off."

The director switched the camera to the top lane.

The Grim Reaper-like Camille was currently leading a wave of minions, relentlessly attacking T1's top lane second tower!
"41 split push! Another incredibly unstoppable 41 split push!" Miller shouted. "T1 is facing a dead end! If you go for the dragon, the top lane inhibitor might fall! If you gank Camille, the dragon is gone, and you might not even be able to kill her!"

Faker glanced at the minion wave in the top lane, his teeth clenched.

"Oner, Zeus, you guys go gank him! We have to stop his split push! The three of us will hold the bottom lane!"

T1 once again made an extremely reluctant decision: split up their forces!
19 minutes 00 seconds.

The prince and Irelia used their teleport abilities and landed directly on the ward behind the top lane's second turret.

"T1's top and jungle are coming to gank Mozi!" Remember stared nervously at the screen. "Camille doesn't have her ultimate right now. Facing Jarvan IV's ultimate and Irelia's burst damage, can he escape?!"

The moment Oner landed, he immediately used his EQ combo to knock Camille into two!
Su Mo did not back down.

In that instant, he displayed an extraordinary level of micro-management skills that will be recorded in the history of League of Legends!

Just as Jarvan IV's knock-up was about to hit, Camille's E skill, Grappling Hook, shot towards the wall above. But at the instant she hit the wall, Jarvan IV's knock-up effect registered!
However! Because Camille's E skill has an uninterruptible forced displacement mechanism, Camille still managed to perform the second part of her E skill to bounce off the wall while she was being knocked into the air!
"Reverse E!! He kicked out the instant he was knocked away!!"

This kick landed squarely on the face of the girl who had just caught up!
dizziness!

The moment he landed, Su Mo used a basic attack followed by Q, triggering Divine Split to heal, and then activated W [Tactical Sweep] to slow down the two opponents.

Seeing this, Oner unleashed his ultimate move, [Collapse of Heaven and Earth], directly striking down the enemy!
"There's no escape! The prince's ultimate move has hit!"

But Su Mo had no intention of running away.

His icy gaze was fixed on the Blade Girl.

Within the Absolute Territory, Camille's long leg blades were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, slicing through Irelia's flesh again and again.

The second part of Q deals true damage and is now effective!

"Crack!"

"EDG.Mo has killed T1.Zeus!"

Despite being surrounded, he withstood the damage from the prince and managed to kill the Irelia!
After killing Irelia, Camille's health was also reduced to almost zero.

However, Su Mo used the speed boost from the kill to reach the edge of the Prince's ultimate, used Flash, and gracefully crossed the wall, disappearing into the shadows of T1's jungle.

"Solo kill!! Despite being ganked by the top laner and jungler, he managed to counter-kill Irelia and then flashed away to escape!!!" Guan Zeyuan slammed his fist on the table, shaking the entire commentary booth. "What kind of monster is this?! Zeus not only got completely crushed in lane, but his mentality was also utterly shattered!!"

In the lower half of the bracket, due to T1 splitting their forces, EDG easily secured the Infernal Dragon, achieving a Dragon Soul hand advantage!
Backstage in the T1 lounge, Bengi slumped into a chair, looking dejected.

The tide is gone.

Faced with an absolute gap in individual skill, all tactical arrangements are like a thin sheet of paper.

20 minutes 00 seconds.

Baron Nashor has respawned.

Su Mo returned to the city, and the components for the [Greedy Hydra] and Bloodthirster appeared in his equipment inventory.

Camille, at level 14, was three levels ahead of the entire field!

"Force Baron Nashor to engage in a team fight." Su Mo picked up his thermos, took a sip, and gave the order to end the game.

EDG's five players gathered at the Baron pit.

T1 knew this was a slow death, and the five of them had no choice but to grit their teeth and head towards the river.

But the absolute darkness of their vision made them feel like blind men touching an elephant.

The moment Keria's Lulu passed through the F6 pass, a silver grappling hook shot out from the dark grass!

"boom!"

Camille was like a nuclear bomb, crashing directly into the T1 crowd!
There's no ultimate ability, just the E skill to stun, followed by a basic attack, Hydra, and then the second true damage Q!

Lulu didn't even get to use her ultimate skill before she was instantly vaporized!
Then, the EDG players pounced on him like wolves. Achen's Vi locked onto Aphelios, and Xiaoyue's Syndra unleashed her ultimate on Jarvan IV.

A crushing team fight that was a foregone conclusion!

"Ace!!!" "Team wipe!!! EDG pulled off a devastating 0-for-5 at the Baron pit!!!"

"It's over!! It's all over!!!"

Amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd, the five members of EDG pushed straight into the mid lane with the minion wave.

The high ground tower collapsed.

The front tooth tower is broken.

22 minutes 15 seconds.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people around the world, the blue crystal hub of T1 exploded in a dazzling display of light!

Let's congratulate EDG!!!

The three commentators, Guan Zeyuan, Miller, and Jide, all stood up in unison, screaming wildly in their hoarse voices:
"3-0!!! In this highly anticipated ultimate showdown of the S13 World Championship! EDG, with absolute dominance, swept the legendary four-time champions T1!!!"

"They did it!! They successfully defended their World Championship title!!!"

"From Tryndamere's wild slashes to Evelynn's nighttime hunts, and Camille's elegant lethality! Su Mo, the man hailed as the greatest top laner in League of Legends history, used three exhilarating, dimensional-disrupting performances to declare to the world who the true god of Summoner's Rift is!!!"

Golden rain poured down like a waterfall from the dome of the giant dome in the sky.

The shouts of 100,000 spectators at the scene intertwined into a wave of sound that shook the soul.

"EDG!!! EDG!!!"

"Mo God!!! No. 1 in the world!!!"

Countless LPL fans embraced and wept at this moment, and roars that seemed to lift roofs erupted from male dormitories in major universities across the country. The entire social network was instantly flooded with the hashtags "EDG wins the championship" and "Su Mo becomes a god"!

On the battle table.

Ah Chen was so excited that he jumped up from his chair and hugged Xiao Yue next to him. The two of them were so excited that they were incoherent. JackeyLove and Meiko also hugged each other tightly, their faces full of ecstatic joy at winning the championship.

Su Mo, sitting at the very edge, remained as calm and composed as ever.

He released the mouse, took off his noise-canceling headphones, and listened to the deafening cheers from inside the stadium. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the golden raindrops falling from the sky, and finally a pure, relieved smile appeared on his lips.

Instead of joining his teammates in their enthusiastic hugs, he habitually picked up the black thermos on the table, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of the warm goji berry water.

"Finally, I'm off work."

Su Mo murmured something softly, then stood up, picked up his black and white EDG team uniform jacket, and casually draped it over his shoulders.

The spotlight shone on him, and his tall, slender figure stood out brilliantly in the golden rain.

"Let's go, brothers." He turned to look at his still excited teammates, his voice gentle, "Let's go lift that cup that belongs to us."

At this moment, the LPL dynasty left its most glorious mark in the Seoul night sky.

The man holding the thermos cup is destined to become an insurmountable, supreme figure in the history of esports.

Golden rain fell freely beneath the dome of the Gocheok Sky Dome in Seoul, reflecting the dazzling spotlights, like a grand and dreamlike meteor shower.

In the commentary booth, Guan Zeyuan's voice was completely hoarse from extreme excitement, but he still shouted into the microphone with all his might that commentary that was destined to be recorded in esports history:

"Let's congratulate EDG again! But right now, I want to congratulate the man at the very front of the team! From his debut in S7 to S13! Seven whole years! He has won all the Spring and Summer championships, all the MSI championships, and a total of seven Summoner's Cups, which symbolize the highest honor!!"

"Seven years, more than 2,500 days and nights, he maintained a breathtaking 100% win rate in every series! Unprecedented and never to be repeated! He is not just a player, he is an insurmountable and unapproachable supreme throne in the long history of League of Legends!!!"

Miller removed his fogged-up glasses, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice trembling: "Yes! He has never lost, not even once! In front of that man known as the 'Demon King,' Su Mo has spent seven years proving what true, absolute dominance means! Today, in this golden rain, he celebrates his seventh Grand Slam title!"

Amidst the deafening cheers of "Mo God" from the 100,000 spectators, Su Mo carefully put on his black and white EDG team jersey jacket, zipping it up to his chest. He habitually carried his black thermos in his left hand, his expression gentle, his steps composed, leading his teammates, still immersed in jubilation, towards the T1 soundproof booth on the other side of the stage.

The moment you push open the glass door of the T1 soundproof shed, most of the noise outside is shut out.

The air inside the shed was somewhat stagnant, the bitterness of defeat still lingering in the air. But when Su Mo led the EDG team in, all five T1 players, including coach Bengi, stood up extremely quickly and politely.

In the LCK, and indeed in the hearts of all League of Legends professional players worldwide, respect for a living legend who has remained undefeated for seven years is an instinct ingrained in their very bones.

Su Mo walked up to Zeus first.

This nineteen-year-old prodigy top laner, hailed as the strongest mechanical monster of the new generation in the LCK, had red and swollen eyes, clearly having just cried. These three games today, whether it was being tower-dived and killed by Tryndamere, being used as an ATM by Evelynn behind the tower, or being mercilessly crushed by Camille in the final game, all dealt him an unprecedented and devastating blow to his morale.

Seeing Su Mo approach, Zeus bowed deeply, his voice thick with nasal emotion and reverence: "Senior... I am completely convinced of my defeat. The gap between us is simply too great."

Su Mo extended his right hand and gently shook hands with him, then patted Zeus's slightly thin shoulder very naturally. He spoke in fluent Korean, his tone gentle:

"Don't be discouraged, Yuqi. Your Irelia was really putting pressure on me today. When I was your age, my minion wave management was even worse than yours."

This was, of course, a gentle lie, but Su Mo's eyes were utterly sincere: "You are still very young, and the future belongs to you. Next year, I hope to see an even stronger you."

Zeus paused for a moment, his eyes reddening again. He nodded vigorously, "Yes! Thank you, senior! I will definitely work even harder!"

Next, Su Mo walked up to Oner, the jungler.

This jungler, usually known for his muscles and ferocity, looked at Su Mo's handsome and gentle face and smiled wryly as he reached out his hand: "Brother Mo, in these three games today, you practically treated my jungle like your own backyard. I feel like every step I took was within your calculations."

"That's not true." Su Mo smiled slightly and shook his hand. "Your counter-ganks with Prince in the first game were extremely sharp, almost completely disrupting A-Chen's rhythm. Your execution is the best I've ever seen. T1 is lucky to have a jungler like you."

Upon hearing the legendary veteran's affirmation, Oner's sense of defeat dissipated considerably, and he bowed respectfully.

The third one is Faker.

When Su Mo walked up to Faker, everyone in the soundproof booth, even JackeyLove and Meiko behind him, instinctively held their breath. The director's camera was fixed on the two of them; this was not just a post-match handshake, but a convergence of icons from two eras.

From the Bird's Nest in S7 to Seoul in S13, Faker is the only man who has fallen countless times in front of Su Mo over these seven years, only to rise again countless times to charge towards the throne of gods.

Faker adjusted his signature round-framed glasses, his gaze calm and profound. He looked at the man before him, whose appearance had remained virtually unchanged over the past seven years, yet whose strength had grown increasingly unfathomable, and extended his right hand.

"Seven years, Su Mo." Faker's voice carried a hint of vicissitude, yet still revealed an indomitable pride. "I originally thought that this time in Seoul, we were well prepared enough to stop you even once."

Su Mo switched the thermos to his left hand and extended his right hand to shake hands tightly with his venerable old rival.

"You've done very well, Sang-hyeok." Su Mo abandoned his usual laziness, his eyes filled with pure respect. "In the third game, your Tsar's defense before the high ground was perfect; you almost turned the game around. As long as you're still on the field, this T1 team will always be one I can't afford to underestimate." (End of Chapter)