Now the score is 2-2, and it can be said that this wave of team battles will determine the final winner of tonight's championship!"

The best-of-five games are a great drain on the spirit of the team members, let alone such a world-wide high-intensity game.

After Lisuo won the first two, a small mistake in Xiao Meng's operation led to the failure of the third, and the huge pressure on the fourth crowd was not as bright as the first two at all, and DM's shortcomings were shown at this time.

The game reached the fifth and last wave of team battles, and it can be said that the psychological pressure of the players on both sides is extremely great, and no one dares to start a team easily.

"FAKER IS AROUND, THIS POSITION IS VERY GOOD, NO ONE IN THE DM TEAM HAS FOUND OUT, IS IT GOING TO START?

"This big is great, DM is all three bloody!SKT is going to win!"

At this time, the director gave the camera to DM, and I saw that everyone's faces were vaguely desperate and unwilling, except for Tang Se.

Wait, Donthor?

At this time, FAKER, who played the role of the hunter, suddenly found that they had been in 4V5 all along, and the blind monk of Tang Se had never appeared.

The last time he showed his head was when he was going around the back, his pupils constricted violently, and a chill rushed to his spine.

He saw the AD, auxiliary, and mid-laner who were chasing a little disjointed, and it was too late to shout back.

Tang Se controlled the blind man to kick the three crispy skins in front of the little fat man's VN one by one, and the little fat man was chased all the way to the angry outburst, and Xiao Meng completed a perfect match to win three kills.

TRIPLE KILL！

"I will fulfill your dreams with both hands!"

The blind man who landed said this sentence lightly, and the e-sports stadium exploded instantly.

“coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”

Taking advantage of the victory, at the moment when the SKT crystal exploded and cracked, I don't know how many people looked at the victory on the screen with red eyes.

"We ...... Won ......"

The little fat man leaned back against the chair and spit out a few words in disbelief, sweat already soaking through his clothes.

Xiao Meng directly lay on the table and cried loudly, and the third one lost the game because it was not his mistake, so it can be said that Xiao Meng was under the greatest pressure among everyone.

Stand in the center of the stage and hold the trophy, a symbol of supreme glory.

Looking at the cheers of the crowd under the stage, it was like a substantial wave rushing in, and at a glance, it was an endless black oppressive crowd.

Countless electrofluorescences swayed and flickered little by little in the sea of people, like the reflected starlight in the ocean.

Tang Thor laughed, and it was a very infectious smile.

Countless voices converge into one of the most harmonious sounds.

"The Emperor of People, the Emperor of People, the Emperor of People!"

Taking the host's microphone, Tang Se spoke slowly.

"A long, long time ago, someone asked me why our team was called DM"

"Now I can tell everybody"

"DM, DREAM MAKER"

"Your dreams were shattered here a year ago, and your dreams will be remade here in a year from now!"

"I promise, as long as the DM is still around, then-"

"Your dreams will be there!"

The atmosphere of the scene once again exploded and reached a new extreme.

"Woo woo, I...... Belch...... I'm really impressed."

A man in his forties looked at the glittering Tang Se on the stage and cried like a fool.

The little young man who was picked up by him cried even worse, and he couldn't stop his snot, but he still squeezed out disdainful words.

"Isn't it just winning, what's there to cry about"

Countless similar scenes are staged all over China, and tonight there are no sleeps but dreams in China!

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Don't be afraid of the start of school

Writing this and writing myself cried ==

Let's hope China can win the championship this year