615: C615 The Skt Was in a Precarious Situation

C615 The Skt Was in a Precarious Situation

"Just like we thought, the upper and lower sides are really going to open up at the same time, the old man said, shaking his head. On the way, Yasuo had obtained two kills. At the same time, Malphite's Residual Blood was still alive. This was a huge profit. In fact, don't you think so? Sylas had just returned in a flash. Would it be better if Malphite was replaced?"1

The baby frowned and looked at Mi Le, who was beside him.

"Indeed, there is a big problem with Sylas's operation this time. First of all, he hasn't reached the Six Levels yet, so let's go online and get him. Otherwise, if he's at the Six Levels, he can steal Malphite's ultimate move. Not to mention whether he could kill someone, he would at least have a chance to escape. Secondly, he didn't even use his Blink skill until he died. It felt like he was still affected by the first match. We've lost control of our performance. "

Mi Le looked at Sylas, who had died with his Blink skill, and shook his head secretly. He couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"Maybe that's the case. After all, his performance in the first match was very brilliant. Unfortunately, he was still defeated by Lucian alone in the end. Perhaps his mental state had been blown up. Next, I think the people of TOP Esports must stay calm. Otherwise, they will continue to be like this. This match is going to be a long way."

The baby couldn't even bear to watch this anymore. This wasn't a normal match, it was a complete one-sided battle. He wouldn't give them any chances.

"To be honest, I think it's useless even if the members of the TOP Esports are calm. Yasuo had already gotten two heads, and he was leading by more than twenty blades in the confrontation line. After eating two layers of the pagoda skin, I'll take out a Phantom Dance when I get home. Who could withstand such a slash on their body? It was just the ability of the centimeter snowball. What's left for the TOP Esports is obviously a dead end. "

Although the competition had not even lasted ten minutes, judging from the current situation, it was more or less a conclusive conclusion. After all, the one leading the economy was one centimeter. It was almost impossible to defend against it.

" Although I really don't want to say that, it's the truth. The centimeter of snowball is the most terrifying and terrifying player I've ever seen. Match lines with him. You can't make a single mistake, or else you'll be easily pulled apart. In this aspect, it's even more terrifying than the Demon King Faker. "

Kid took a deep breath. After these few matches, Lin Cheng's status in his heart had risen sharply, and he had even firmly surpassed Faker.

"He is indeed very similar to the Faker at his peak. I feel that the only one who can block the centimeter now is Faker."

Mi Le nodded and said, but he soon smiled. "But now the LCK is in chaos because the number of spots in the playoffs of the LCK is three fewer than us. Only Nameless. Now, other than the DWG, SB, and Griffin, there is also the Griffin. There are only two spots left for the playoffs. "

"After the SKT had a nine win streak, they had lost twice in an awkward manner. If they can't win the next match... It all depended on the expressions of the GG and the AFS teams. If these two teams won the match with a score of 2: 0... If the SKT won, then the SKT would have nothing to do with the SKT. With the advantage of a small score, they could still retain their place in the playoffs. Even if they couldn't win the summer championship and become seed number one... At least we still have a chance to participate in the tournament. "

Mi Le paused for a moment. After saying such a long sentence, he felt like he was short of oxygen.

"The tournament? Are you serious?"

The doll's smile suddenly carried a trace of vulgarity as it continuously evilly smiled.

"Now that the LCK leaderboard is like this, of course it's serious. It's written in black and white. It can't be that I'm messing with it, right?!"

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