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He paused, his tone still calm: "As for the blocking direction of the W skill, it's an instinctive reaction based on the opponent's Lee Sin's positioning and starting action. It's just muscle memory."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Extremely routine?

Instinctive reaction?

Muscle memory?!
What the world considers a miracle, worthy of being recorded in the history of League of Legends, is described by this man as as simple as eating and drinking!
He didn't utter a single word of self-praise, casually attributing all the credit to "teammates holding down the vision" and "muscle memory." This extreme modesty, ironically, transformed into a chillingly arrogant and oppressive aura!

Yu Shuang suppressed a smile. She knew Su Mo's personality too well. This man always spoke the most arrogant words in the coldest tone on the field.

"It seems Mo has absolute confidence in his skills." Yu Shuang professionally steered the conversation forward. "So, the second question. With the Summer Split coming to a close, EDG will be the LPL's number one seed at this year's World Championship in Europe. Facing top teams from all major regions around the world, especially the LCK region which has been performing exceptionally well this year, what are Mo's goals, or is there anything he wants to say to the fans?"

The atmosphere inside the venue instantly reached its peak. Everyone was eagerly anticipating Su Mo's bold statement that would shake the world and boost the morale of the LPL region as they headed to the World Championship.

Su Mo looked at the sea of ​​red fluorescent lights below the stage, his deep eyes remaining calm and undisturbed.

He slowly raised the microphone.

"For us, the World Championship is just a competition in a different venue."

Su Mo's tone was extremely calm, without any grand pronouncements or impassioned speeches, as if he were stating an extremely dry objective fact.

"Whether it's LCK or other regions, as long as the minion waves converge normally, the turret mechanism remains unchanged."

He lowered the microphone slightly, and a sharp, restrained glint flashed in his eyes beneath his baseball cap.

"We will flatten their base, just like we did today. Time to leave work on time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge Shanghai stadium fell into an extremely silent state for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards—

"boom!!!"

The screams and roars, like a volcanic eruption, completely ripped the roof off the stadium!

"Level the base! Off work on time!!"

"That's too arrogant!! But they're arrogant with such confidence!!"

"That's God!! God doesn't care who the opponent is!!"

As the entire audience went completely wild, Su Mo politely handed the microphone back to Yu Shuang. He didn't linger on stage any longer, not even glancing at the FMVP trophy that countless people dreamed of in his hands.

He simply took his black thermos from Mingkai's hand with utmost naturalness, and with his other hand carrying his peripheral bag, he walked off the stage with extremely steady steps amidst the falling golden rain and his excited teammates.

He left behind an extremely low-key yet unapproachable and aloof figure for the world.

After passing through the long and dark contestant tunnel, the moment the heavy soundproof doors slammed shut behind me, most of the deafening noise from the outside world was instantly shut out.

At the end of the passage, EDG's owner, Zhu Yihang, had been waiting for a long time. This usually extremely composed esports mogul had his suit jacket slightly disheveled with excitement. Seeing the team members approaching, he went straight to them and gave Mingkai and Abu, who were walking at the front, a solid hug.

"That was fantastic! This summer finals is the most exciting match I've ever watched since the team was founded!" Zhu Yihang's face flushed red, and his gaze, burning with intensity, swept over the crowd and landed on Su Mo, who was walking at the back.

Seeing the FMVP trophy casually held in Su Mo's hand, Zhu Yihang strode forward, wanting to hug this cornerstone of the team as he would hug any of the other team members.

But Su Mo simply turned slightly to the side and handed over the FMVP trophy with one hand: "Boss, the trophy is a bit heavy, can you help me carry it? I'm going to zip it up."

Zhu Yihang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took the heavy trophy with both hands. Su Mo calmly zipped up his team uniform jacket to the collar, then unscrewed his thermos, tilted his head back, and slowly drank two sips of warm goji berry water.

"This..." Zhu Yihang looked at the highest individual honor trophy in his hand, which countless top players in the entire league dreamed of touching, and then looked at Su Mo's extremely calm expression, as if he had just bought a bottle of water at the convenience store downstairs. He couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

"You little rascal, this is the FMVP trophy, and you just casually shoved it into my hands?" Zhu Yihang joked.

"The trophy is just proof of the past." Su Mo tightened the lid, his deep eyes showing no emotion. "For the next game, it's not even worth the economy of a single siege engine."

This extremely calm yet chillingly cold statement plunged everyone in the passageway into a brief silence.

Ah Chen and Xiao Yue exchanged a glance, the fanaticism in their eyes gradually cooling, replaced by a deeper reverence. This was their god, a supreme killing god who would never be blinded by victory, whose gaze was always fixed on the next massacre.

After a short break, came the extremely tedious post-match group interview.

Inside the press conference room, cameras and microphones were already set up. When the entire EDG team took their seats behind the long table, the flashes from hundreds of esports reporters below instantly created an extremely dazzling white sea.

Almost 90 percent of the microphones were pointed at Su Mo, who was sitting next to head coach Ming Kai, with perfect coordination.

"Mo God! When you picked Fiora in the third game, was it a pre-planned tactic, or was it a last-minute decision to face off against 369's Aatrox?" A veteran esports reporter stood up excitedly to ask.

Su Mo sat in the chair, the brim of his baseball cap obscuring most of his eyebrows and eyes. He didn't lean closer to the microphone, but simply leaned back in his chair with an extremely calm expression.

"It was a spur-of-the-moment decision." Su Mo's voice echoed throughout the hall through the speakers. "Because I needed to go to the restroom. Choosing a fast-paced option would save about five to ten minutes of the match time."

The entire audience erupted in uproar. The reporters exchanged bewildered glances. Although they all knew that this "Great Demon King" was extremely sarcastic, the reason of "choosing Fiora to speed up tower pushing in order to go to the bathroom" was simply too arrogant and disregarded basic principles.

Sitting next to him, Mingkai coughed twice tactically and quickly stepped in to smooth things over, spouting some official platitudes about team composition counters and split-push strategies, which finally covered up this extremely arrogant topic.

Immediately afterwards, a special correspondent from the LCK region of South Korea stood up and asked in extremely broken Chinese:

"Hello Mo. You just said on stage that you should 'leave work on time' even when facing LCK teams. But this year, T1's top laner Zeus is in incredibly terrifying form. In a previous interview, he also said that the top laner he most wants to face at Worlds is you. Do you feel any pressure from this level of challenge?"

Upon hearing the name "Zeus," all the Chinese reporters in the room fell silent, their eyes fixed intently on Su Mo.

Su Mo finally raised his head slightly, his eyes, hidden in the shadows, giving the South Korean reporter a cold glance.

"challenge?"

Su Mo reached out and straightened the thick stack of team sponsor banners in front of him, his tone exuding an air of absolute dominance.

"I only accept challenges from equally matched opponents." He paused, his voice as calm as still water. "As for him, only if he can survive the laning phase for fifteen minutes without his turret falling will he deserve to be remembered. Next question." A collective gasp filled the entire press conference hall!
Too bad!
This isn't a response to a challenge; it's an extremely brutal and devastating blow! It completely diminishes the current most popular and talented top laner in the LCK to the point where even 15 minutes of laning is a luxury!
The South Korean reporter blushed, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal, and could only sit down in extreme embarrassment.

The group interview session ended in less than twenty minutes thanks to Su Mo's extremely "efficient" and cold answers.

It's 11 p.m.

The Waldorf Astoria Shanghai on the Bund is an extremely luxurious hotel.

Zhu Yihang booked the entire revolving restaurant on the top floor to host an extremely grand celebration banquet for EDG.

Under the enormous crystal chandelier, the long dining table was laden with Australian lobsters, top-grade A5 Wagyu beef, French oysters flown in from France, and a variety of extremely expensive delicacies.

"Come on! Everyone, raise your glasses! To our invincible EDG! To the World Championship!" Abu shouted excitedly, holding a glass of champagne.

The team members and coaching staff stood up, raised their glasses, and cheers echoed throughout the restaurant.

Su Mo remained seated, still wearing his black champion T-shirt. The glass in front of him wasn't filled with champagne, but with lukewarm water. He merely raised his glass slightly in response.

No one thought he was arrogant; in EDG, he simply possessed this extremely special privilege.

Just then, the carved wooden door of the restaurant was pushed open.

Yu Shuang changed out of her extremely cumbersome host's evening gown and into a very fitted high-necked black sweater and a camel-colored trench coat. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she walked in quickly, carrying a hint of early autumn coolness.

"Sister-in-law is here!" Ah Chen, with his sharp eyes, immediately shouted in a very sensible manner.

Yu Shuang blushed slightly, greeted the coaching staff and the boss in a very generous manner, and then went straight to sit down in the empty seat next to Su Mo.

"Are you hungry? I rushed over right after my live stream ended." Su Mo didn't look at her, but his right hand naturally picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of tender fish belly meat, which had just been meticulously deboned, into Yu Shuang's bone plate.

Looking at the fish on the bone plate, Yu Shuang's eyes were filled with tenderness. Outside, she was the most intellectual and charismatic female host in the entire LPL, but by this man's side, she only needed to be a little woman who was being meticulously cared for.

"I'm not hungry." Under the table, Yu Shuang reached out and gently grasped Su Mo's right hand, which had just completed an incredibly terrifying four-in-one breakthrough on the field.

Her fingers gently pressed on the acupoints on his finger bones and wrists, relieving the muscle stiffness caused by the high-intensity game.

Su Mo let her hold his hand, picked up the water glass with his left hand and took a sip, his deep eyes looking out the window at the brightly lit Huangpu River.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Seoul, South Korea.

The tactical analysis room of T1 Club was still brightly lit.

On the huge projection screen, the footage from the third game of the LPL Summer Finals, which took place a few hours earlier, was being played repeatedly. It showed Fiora making an incredibly incredible wall-hopping maneuver to get a kill in front of the Elder Dragon pit.

T1's head coach Kkoma frowned, clutching a tactical notebook filled with various data, but the page on "how to limit Mo" was a blank page filled with despair.

Sitting in the front row is Zeus, the hottest and most talented top laner in the LCK right now.

He stared intently at the Fiora on the screen, who was reaping kills like a grim reaper in the healing array. His young face was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, a rare sight indeed.

“His reaction speed… defies the physiological limits of human nerve transmission.” Zeus swallowed, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Sitting next to him, Faker pushed up his round-framed glasses and stared intently at the cool figure on the screen wearing a baseball cap and holding up the FMVP trophy.

“Sang-hyeok…” Zeus turned his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes, “If I meet him at Worlds, how should I play?”

Faker remained silent for a long time, then sighed softly. Even this once-unique god in League of Legends history felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness when facing the monster who had now completely dominated the top lane meta.

"Don't try to challenge him mechanically." Faker's voice was extremely calm, yet it carried a deep sense of gravity. "Practice to the extreme in terms of resilience. Our goal is to hold him off and prevent him from pushing down the top lane inhibitor before the 20-minute mark."

This is the only tactic the world has against this man—pray he doesn't have a good game today, and then try to live as long as possible.

Let's switch our focus back to Shanghai.

One o'clock in the morning.

The celebration banquet ended. Boss Zhu Yihang generously gave each of the starting players an extremely thick seven-figure red envelope and announced a three-day holiday. He then arranged for a van to take the players back to the base.

Su Mo, in an extremely low-key manner, took Yu Shuang's hand and got into a black Maybach van, driving towards a top-tier luxury apartment on the banks of the Huangpu River.

The car was extremely quiet, with only the faint hum of the engine audible.

Yu Shuang leaned on Su Mo's shoulder, enjoying this extremely rare moment of tranquility.

"Your holiday starts tomorrow. Where would you like to go?" Yu Shuang asked softly.

Su Mo closed his eyes and breathed very steadily.

"I'll be at home," he replied casually. "I'll start watching LCK playoff recordings the day after tomorrow."

Yu Shuang slightly raised her head, looked at his extremely cold profile, and smiled helplessly. This man, it seemed, only had constant victories and an extremely ruthless analysis of the next enemy in his world.

As the Maybach entered the underground garage, the two took the extremely private elevator to the top floor.

"Ding--"

The moment the elevator doors opened.

The spacious entryway was dimly lit.

Just as Su Mo was changing her shoes, an extremely rich rose fragrance wafted over.

"Surprise!!!"

Accompanied by extremely synchronized shouts, the living room lights instantly blazed on.

Rita, Luo Xin, Xiao Yu, and Xi Ran, four girls dressed in identical, custom-made silk mini-pajamas printed with Su Mo's game ID "Mo," stood excitedly in the center of the living room, each holding a spray bottle. (End of Chapter)