I am the leader of the anti-racism movement.

As for whether you're afraid of failure? Honestly, if you're afraid of even that, then what's the point of playing professionally?

Besides requiring map reading skills, mental anticipation, and awareness, the jungler role also demands a great deal of courage. Leaving aside other roles, most jungler heroes possess some form of crowd control.

As a jungler, you don't have the burst damage of a mage in the early game, nor the damage output of an AD carry in the late game. You're not as tanky as a top laner, and you don't provide the same level of protection as your support. Aside from the early game tempo, the jungler role in the mid-to-late game mostly relies on a bit of guts to initiate team fights with crowd control.

As for your comment about jungle damage being strong? Wake up, buddy. Let me remind you again, this is Season 6. Without jungle carries, what kind of damage output do you have? Don't generalize from Season 8 and later versions. In those versions where damage was overflowing, a full tank Nautilus with Ignite could one-shot squishy mid laners.

Seeing the dragon about to be killed, Luo Fei focused all his attention. The enemy was charging in recklessly, and with Morgana, Braum and LeBlanc couldn't stop them. In other words, that man would definitely arrive to contest the dragon with him.

The fake Dragon Prince versus the real Dragon Prince. To be honest, he wasn't confident. It wasn't that he lacked confidence, but rather that the man opposite him had such an impressive record of stealing dragons. He was the first man he had ever seen whose dragon-stealing highlights could be made into a video several minutes long, and also the first man he had ever seen who was so confident that he would bet on himself to win.

Although the betting odds were BISS, his technique was truly amazing.

With their health bar at the final 2000, both the person inside and outside the dragon pit realized that the kill threshold had been reached.

R Exploding Barrel

E Flying Sky

Now! Taking advantage of the moment the enemy's E skill launches into the air, all skills are unleashed at Baron. Then, amidst the barrage of skills, the long-awaited Smite finally strikes.

The same two junglers, and the same two Smite spells were cast.

This time, however, fate did not favor WE's Dragon Son again, but instead chose the one from M3.

The dragon belongs to Emperor Kang!

"666666"

"This is really a turn-based game. These two are just too good."

"I'm impressed. How does M3 manage to keep such a big thigh on the bench all the time?"

"I've seen this kind of thing many times. All I want to say is that those who know, know; those who don't, I won't explain much. After all, it's enough for you to know. Think about it carefully. Don't ask me what happened. The interests involved are too great. It won't do either of us any good to talk about it. Just pretend you don't know. All I can say is that this is a very deep issue, involving many things."

"What the hell are you pretending for? So what if there's a 'prince' in the group? Why are you talking like this?"

The chat was still buzzing with discussion, but WE in the game were completely in disarray. Their health was already low from trying to steal the dragon, and now that the dragon was gone, the enemy team was left with only low-health enemies. Sivir was going on a killing spree with her ultimate.

This time, it wasn't a 0-for-3 exchange, but a 1-for-4 exchange, with only LeBlanc escaping.

A failed dragon fight allowed M3 to push back with the Baron buff, then recall and continue their split-pushing and baiting tactics using the Baron buff. With the Baron buff, the enemy is bound to send reinforcements, but if you send fewer, Quinn can easily provide support and create a numerical advantage. If they send more, they can push other lanes using the Baron buff.

For a time, M3 turned the tables and gained a lead of more than 2,000 gold over WE, and the gap continued to widen.

Condi shook his head. From the moment he successfully stole the dragon, he had already achieved his goal for today's match. As for the rest? Of course, winning would be the best outcome.

The pace of the game was evenly matched with the opposing team, and both sides were fighting for Baron Nashor, neither owing the other anything. According to Condi's understanding, if they secured Baron Nashor, their overall strategy would be enough to crush the opponent.

However, he was wrong.

In the S6 Spring Split, professional matches were often played without much seriousness, especially after securing qualification. Many teams treated these matches like scrims, so they didn't usually go all out in these head-to-head games. It wasn't about intentionally losing; it was just that instead of expending so much energy on a game with a high probability of defeat, it was better to give up and avoid losing momentum, so they could come back strong in the third game.

But this WE team is not.

Despite the intense fighting and relentless attacks, they withstood the pressure of the Baron buff, refusing to yield an inch even as their inhibitor towers fell, and stubbornly defending their inhibitor crystal. While poor communication played a part, the opposing team's cohesion was terrifying to him.

After all, he had never experienced the M3.

Seeing that he couldn't push forward in several waves, Condi also considered taking advantage of the newly refreshed Baron Nashor.

"Let's go, open the dragon!"

Although the high ground wasn't destroyed, they managed to take down almost all the outer towers on all three lanes. Now, the vision outside WE's high ground is completely dark, and they can recklessly head straight for Baron Nashor.

Now it's WE's turn to be conflicted.

Go outside, you never know if the other side might be ambushing you from somewhere out of sight.

If we don't go out, and we lose this dragon, then we're really done for.

Having held on for so long, losing this match would be a huge blow to morale. Everyone wanted to make a move, but no one dared to, so they could only turn their attention to their own jungler.

At this point, the commander becomes a scapegoat.

Whether to fight or stay depends entirely on the commander, but no matter which option is chosen, if they lose, the blame will definitely fall on the commander.

"How about we just forget about it? We can fight back next time." Seeing that things weren't going well, Egg was the first to jump in and break the atmosphere. After all, he's been a veteran for several years, and he knows when to step in and give someone a way out.

However, Luo Fei ignored him. He simply glanced silently at the dark dragon pit, then manipulated his wine barrel, swaying it as he crept towards it.

"Why are you doing this? There's no vision in the jungle at all. If we get ambushed, it'll be game over in one fell swoop. Even if the enemy team is at Baron, we still have a third game if we lose." Seeing Gragas's actions, Egg couldn't help but say.

It wasn't that he was cowardly, but rather that he clearly understood just how intense the online backlash was right now. The most popular jungler in the LPL had his Baron stolen by a substitute jungler, who was controlling the game's tempo. If this failed, he could already imagine how devastating the online storm would be after the match.

The anti-fan sentiment during S6 was the kind that could truly destroy a player's mental strength.

Luo Fei remained silent, continuing to cautiously move along the wall, seemingly unaware of any vision beneath his feet, steadily making his way towards the dragon pit. With his current speed and the enemy's damage output, he still had a chance to catch up to the Baron after 30 minutes.

"What are you insisting on? This is only the second game, we still have one more. You've been a professional player for a year, you're already a team captain, can you stop acting like a brat and being so impulsive?" No one expected that at the most crucial moment, the most senior support player would clash with the player least likely to have a conflict. Although they all understood that Dan was trying to protect him, they also vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Being young, Xi Ye and the others wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. They wanted to move but didn't know how. But this time, Luo Fei, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

It was still that familiar tone, still that reassuring voice, but this time, there seemed to be something hidden in his voice, making it much more composed compared to his usual frivolousness.

"Egg, after so many years of professional career, you may have forgotten the initial drive you had when you chose to become a professional player. Once you start something, it's not easy to go back." He used his E skill to glide from the jungle to the bush leading to the river in the top lane. After regaining his composure, he once again maneuvered Gragas along the wall towards the enemy's top lane tri-bush.

"Young punk?"

"Oh."

"Let me tell you something, Mr. Egg: A man is a boy until he dies!"

P.S.: 8000 words in total today. I knew you wouldn't be satisfied with just 2000 words a day, but the climax really needs a few chapters of calm to build up. Mr. Kang may like playing PUBG and gambling, but back in the day, his talent was truly exceptional. In my opinion, he was the "God of Gamblers" of the jungle, worthy of a big update. Besides, since he bet on himself to win, it's hard to criticize him.

Chapter 128, Section 135: His limit is the sky.

Slowly making his way to the triangular patch of grass diagonally above the dragon pit, Luo Fei stopped and started AFK farming. He'd used this spot before when playing Zac and stealing dragons; to be honest, it'd practically become his go-to spot for stealing dragons.

Perhaps the opposing team didn't expect Gragas to come so decisively, or perhaps their vision wasn't positioned deep enough; in any case, it seems that the M3 players are unaware that Gragas has circled around.

As the attacking side, we had wards spread across both enemy jungle areas. By the time we decided to start the dragon, besides a few control wards, we only had enough for a few trinket wards in key positions. We couldn't possibly cover the entire jungle with wards, as that would inevitably leave openings.

At this moment, the area below the dragon pit was pitch black, and Luo Fei couldn't accurately gauge the extent of the enemy's attack. He still had a True Sight Ward, which, if placed, would provide a brief glimpse of the enemy's vision.

But we can't release it now.

If he releases the attack too early, the opposing team will immediately stop and send someone to drive him away, rendering all his efforts in this round futile.

If it gets too late, they'll be out of the game. Losing the match is a minor issue; losing momentum will really affect their performance. They might not even be able to win the third game.

Everything is just a feeling.

In the commentary booth, the two commentators also noticed the strange way the Gragas was moving around the map.

"Killer managed to get around all that? Does he even have a chance? Killer does have a True Sight, but it takes a long time to put it down." Miller stared at the barrel on the screen, completely shocked.

From God's perspective, almost the instant M3 retreated, the barrel began to slowly move towards the dragon pit, hugging the blind spot in the field of vision.

It was clearly a spontaneous reaction, made without the slightest hesitation.

The other four members of WE were still clearing lanes at home, while the jungler went to the dragon pit alone. The scene looked somewhat comical, yet also quite pitiful.

"There's still a chance? The dragon still has half its health left, it just depends on whether Killer can react in time." Wawa also stopped her solo comedy and looked at the screen seriously.

at this time,

In another city on the same soil, at a certain national esports club, the EDG team was also watching the match together. In the playoffs, every team that makes it needs to be carefully studied. Teams that become complacent after being invincible in the regular season will likely be easily eliminated in the playoffs.

After all, no one knows how many tricks the opponent has up their sleeve, nor whether their usual performance truly reflects their peak ability; everything requires exploration. A match like this one between Mad Dog Fei and Condi, a duel between two top junglers, is one that no team would miss.

Clearly, having witnessed this, everyone in the room fell silent.

That's incredible, absolutely incredible.

As players, they only need to consider the positions of the two teams to clearly understand just how outrageous these two junglers were in this game.

Ganking, counter-ganking, map control, team fights, vision control.

While not flawless in all five aspects, they are certainly among the top performers in the LPL. Their teamfight initiation, in particular, was incredibly effective, with both junglers making several decisive plays that left their opponents thoroughly entertained.

"Factory manager, is this your last disciple? He's amazing!" Seeing the scene where he cleverly maneuvered around to the Dragon Pit, A-Guang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Go away. Don't listen to those media's nonsense. I really didn't teach him anything. He's definitely not my disciple." The Clearlove responded with a laugh to his top laner, his eyes glued to the screen. Even if he were on either side, this game wouldn't have been so easy; these two had absolutely outperformed today.

"Come on, I've never seen you publicly deny it. You still say this isn't your apprentice? Just admit it. You're not ashamed to have an apprentice like this. At least it's much better than Ai Luoli." After saying that, Meiko was met with another pillow thrown at her by Ai Luoli.

Seeing the group making a ruckus on the sofa, the factory manager couldn't help but chuckle. However, he quickly calmed down. After all, everyone on screen was so tense, so tense that even he couldn't help but get a little involved.

You're wrong about one thing.

"Ok?"

"It's not that I feel ashamed to admit he's my disciple, it's just that I really want to have such a close disciple, which is why I don't deny it." Looking at the dragon's health, the factory manager figured he should prepare to make his move. Seemingly remembering something else, the factory manager finally added, "Don't underestimate him. Although he's a rookie, he's the jungler with the highest potential I've ever seen, bar none!"

Just as the factory manager had predicted, Luo Fei, calculating the timing, decisively placed his control ward. Although he lacked vision, he was still a player who had been playing LOL for many years, and he could roughly calculate the damage timing, although he didn't know why he could calculate it.

Many things have been deeply imprinted in players' minds over the years of League of Legends. Just like many people who play their main champion, they are not data experts and cannot calculate exactly how much damage they can deal, but just by looking at the enemy's health bar, which has no data display, they can feel roughly how much health they need to kill them.

When passion becomes instinct, that instinct will bring you boundless power.

The moment the vision in the dragon pit opened, the dragon's health bar of less than 2000 was particularly glaring. He guessed right! At this health level, stopping was impossible. The outcome of the game once again rested on the shoulders of the two junglers, making the situation unpredictable.

Luo Fei knew he had done his best. He quietly circled around, precisely timing his move, and didn't let his level fall too far behind, leaving him with the resources to seize the opportunity.

There's no better scenario than this when you're at a disadvantage.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Whether you win or lose, let the dragon decide.

Let him see whether the old dragon's son is more favored by the dragon, or whether the new dragon's son will be better.

Mr. Kang, I hope you like this gift for our first meeting.

Ultimate ability, Exploding Barrels, activated!

The instant the ward appeared, Condi felt an immense sense of danger. But it was too fast; too fast for him to warn Morgana. He was certain that the moment the vision appeared, the enemy Gragas would unleash his ultimate.

Flying begins immediately.

They never even considered relying on their own support's reaction. Forget about instantly giving a shield, if that guy had just silently placed wards and played dead like he did today last year, they wouldn't have become easy targets for experience.

He was incompetent, foolish, and loved to give bad advice, but he was lucky to have an older brother who was not to be trifled with. That was Emperor Kangdi's assessment of him.

Sure enough, the moment he took to the air, the massive exploding barrel exploded beneath his feet. In an instant, Baron's health was critically low. With Elise's E skill landing and Gragas' E skill entering the fray, both junglers once again placed their fate on Smite.