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Chapter 980 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (145)

The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (One Hundred and Forty-Five)

As soon as the game started, WILL felt more pressure than before.

He barely saved his life with a life-saving skill, and returned to the city and his base in shame, and couldn't help but say something.

"How come the opponent can play even more aggressively this time? Their mentality is a little too good."

He really didn't say that. He felt that if he hadn't picked the strong support in this version, he would have died eight hundred times in this game.

Lance calculated the economy of both sides. "This is a critical round, it's normal. Wait a moment and act a little bit and come to my side to sell some blood. My economy should be enough for the next wave. I'll try to start the rhythm from this road."

WILL was obviously a little panicked by the pressure from the opponent. If he continued to be passive, the rhythm on their side would only become more passive. In this case, he might as well just explode in silence.

After hearing this, WILL immediately said he understood.

In the seventh minute, WILL stepped into the opponent's control due to a positioning error, causing him to be controlled in place.

Almost in an instant, the opponent's mid and jungle, along with the shooter and support, rushed out from the bushes and pressed forward!

Will's originally calm expression suddenly turned pale with fear, "Master! Go away!"

A blue arc flashed in Lance's eyes, and a split second of calculation made him choose to flash behind WILL.

"Open up and counterattack."

He gave his command concisely and also clicked on the avatar of the enemy's mid laner.

WILL didn't think twice and used his ultimate to lock down the four opponents as soon as the controlled time was over.

Opposing team.

Jungler: "We can fight, we can fight. There are only two of them."

Mid laner: "Don't sell me when I'm on the field. I can fight as long as I can."

Before he could finish his words, the mid laner fell to the ground first.

he:"?"

How did you die?

The assistant sensed something was wrong and subconsciously provided cover in front of the shooter.

"How about we retreat? I feel like we can't fight."

But at this time, the shooter with the word "Robot" on his head had only one-fifth of his health left, and the jungler's eyes turned red.

"This is going to be hard. Don't retreat. We have to kill Robot this time, otherwise we won't be able to create any rhythm."

The support looked at the health bar and tried to keep up with the skills, but his scalp tingled as he watched the opposite shooter's health bar do a desperate dance in an instant - the health bar increased by more than half in an instant.

The next second, he saw the screen go black and his heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

Commentator A: "Double kill! Oh my god, Robot is truly the best shooter in the league. WILL's mistake should have been fatal, but with Robot's operation, he actually managed to complete a counterattack and even a double kill!"

Commentator B: "That's right! This is really a scientific operation. I believe that the number of shooters in the league who can perform this kind of operation can be counted on one hand."

Narrator A: "Yes, one finger, huh?"

Lance gave the command, looking totally calm, unlike someone who had just gotten a double kill.

"You recover, jungler, come over and invade the opponent's jungle with me."

The jungler smacked his lips and agreed happily.

"Come on~"

This is their Sagittarius! He really gives people a sense of security.

Song Ning stared at the big screen, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Ning didn't know when his raised legs sat back down, and he suddenly felt his vision go dark. He sat there stiffly in a cold sweat, and it took him a while to react.

He seemed to be so excited about the game today that he forgot to eat.