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Chapter 215 A Brand New Chapter (The End)

There's an old Chinese saying, "To be cowardly before the battle even begins." Are you already thinking about how to apologize after losing before the competition has even started?

Faker, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, was now expressionless. His deep and sharp eyes stared coldly ahead through his glasses, as if they could pierce through all fog and obstacles.

Then, he slightly raised his right hand, his slender fingers gently pushing up the black-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, a gesture that was elegant yet carried a hint of imperceptible indifference.

The entire scene was exceptionally quiet, only Faker's subtle movement broke the tranquility, making everyone curious and expectant about what would happen next.

He simply couldn't understand the reason behind it, and his heart was filled with doubt and confusion.

As is well known, he was once the king who dominated the LCK region for a long time.

Logically speaking, after a long period of competition with him, the mentality of the other players should have been thoroughly tempered.

However, the reality was quite different. That guy named Fang Han was able to instill fear in the other contestants in their own region, as if they had seen a monstrous flood.

He didn't understand why things had turned out this way.

Could it be that Fang Han possesses abilities or skills beyond those of ordinary people?

Or perhaps he exudes a chilling aura?

Or was his performance in the competition so amazing that it left an indelible psychological shadow on his opponents?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, yet he could not find a definitive answer to explain this perplexing phenomenon.

Despite having lost to Fang Han multiple times, Faker felt no fear whatsoever deep down.

Not only that, whenever he recalls his encounters with Fang Han, he even feels a surge of barely suppressed excitement!

As soon as the image of standing on the field with such a strong opponent and engaging in fierce competition flashes through his mind, Faker's blood boils instantly as if it has been ignited. His originally calm heart begins to beat violently, as if it is about to burst out of his chest.

Every heartbeat was accompanied by an eager anticipation of the next match and a strong desire to defeat the opponent and prove one's own strength.

This complex yet intense emotion allowed Faker to maintain a high level of focus and fighting spirit when facing Fang Han, a formidable opponent.

Therefore, he simply couldn't understand why his teammates would look at him like that.

You must understand, at this very moment they are facing an incredibly powerful opponent!

Shouldn't we feel excited and thrilled in the face of this intense, challenging, and unknown battle?

For someone like him who craves to challenge limits and pursue excellence, engaging in a thrilling duel with a formidable opponent is undoubtedly an exhilarating and joyful experience.

However, seeing the strange expressions on his teammates' faces, he couldn't help but wonder if he was the only one who felt this way.

At this moment, everyone on the field except Faker looked at each other, their faces showing indescribable expressions.

In stark contrast to Faker's excited and eager expression, they had only one thought in mind—to escape this suffocating place as quickly as possible.

Looking back on her previous battles with Fang Han, it was nothing short of a nightmare!

Every time they faced off, no matter how hard they tried, the final result was always a crushing defeat. What made it even more humiliating for them was that the ways they lost were so varied and embarrassing.

Sometimes Fang Han crushed them with his absolute strength, leaving them powerless to fight back; other times, they made silly mistakes that Fang Han seized upon to defeat them in one fell swoop; and there were even a few times when they had the upper hand but made inexplicable mistakes at crucial moments, leading to a complete defeat.

These experiences of failure weighed heavily on their hearts like a mountain, making it hard for them to breathe.

Now, facing such a powerful and terrifying opponent as Fang Han again, they have lost their fighting spirit and confidence. They only hope to get away from this place of sorrow as soon as possible and no longer suffer any more pain and humiliation.

As they looked at Zeng Fan on the screen, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside them, as if they were facing an insurmountable mountain.

The flame that once burned with fighting spirit has now been swallowed up by fear and despair, and is gradually being extinguished.

In their eyes, Zeng Fan was like a war god, exuding a chilling aura.

Every movement and every attack is full of power and skill, making it impossible to defend against.

Faced with such a powerful opponent, their originally firm belief began to waver, and their courage receded as quickly as the tide.

It could even be said that even before the Asian Games officially began, they had already concluded that they had no chance of winning this competition.

That deep sense of defeat was like a heavy shackle, binding their hands and feet tightly and robbing them of the courage to take a chance.

"Clap clap clap."

KkOma smiled and clapped his hands repeatedly, producing crisp and loud applause.

With his passionate movements, he slowly stood up from his seat, his body as straight as a pine tree, like an unshakeable mountain peak.

At that moment, everyone's attention was drawn to him, and the atmosphere at the scene gradually became more enthusiastic and exciting because of his action.

"Well said. In any case, this is our final battle."

"Everyone here is undoubtedly one of the top players in the region. It can be said that we have deployed the strongest lineup in the entire region this time!"

"The fate of our region hinges on this competition! Good luck, everyone!"

As soon as these words came out.

The fighting spirit was clearly visible on the faces of all the players present.

Yes, they have no way out.

This battle is a fight to the death!

Kiin slowly stood up and clenched his fists tightly.

"Never mind, let's go all out!"

It's come to this point, what else is there to say?

Either Fang Han dies, or they all die!

"Ah!"

at the same time.

Fang Han was dragging his suitcase and following the team toward the training center, sneezing non-stop the whole way.