<h4>Chapter 14: This p on the face was a p well done!</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>As Studios <strong>Editor: </strong>As Studios


    Together with the game’s sound effects, the assassins in white followed behind their line of minions, moving to prevent their turret from being pushed down.


    Ji Zhiyao was unhurried while the white assassin under Green Hair’s control was sometimes fast and sometimes slow while moving forward. It was evident that he was rather impatient.


    The line of minions arrived at the turrets, and the two people began to attack the minions face-to-face.


    From time to time, an auto-attack would hit the opponent as a test, simply scratching the surface.


    Clearly, both were waiting for the assassins to level up and earn their ultimate ability.


    One wave of minions was down, and the assassin from the red team, as if he could not wait any longer, scurried straight ahead with a few steps. Several abilities followed by auto-attacks continuously fell on the blue team.


    The abilities sessfully stunned the assassin in white, and a sh of bright light shed across Green Hair’s eyes as he sat before theputer. Immediately after, his fingers began to swiftly dance on the keyboard.


    Although he had not gotten his ultimate ability, by using several abilities and auto-attacks, he had already managed to reduce the blue team’s health by half.


    Such rookie handling and he still dared to challenge him earlier?


    As Green Hair watched the blue team’s assassin on the screen who seemed like he had been scared silly, disdain and despise shed in his eyes while he continued to attack mercilessly.


    Right at this moment, both of them rose to level six at the same time, gaining their ultimate ability. Green Hair’s cooldown for other abilities was also ending.


    In the next second, Ji Zhiyao moved.


    WIth half of his health, he retreated towards the defense turret.


    Green Hair was determined to have his way, so how could he allow Ji Zhiyao to sessfully retreat to the turret? He nced at his cooldown with two to three seconds remaining, his unused ultimate ability, and almost full health and immediately gave chase.


    Just as Ji Zhiyao almost reached the turret, the assassin controlled by him seemed to have a life of its own in that split second. With a flicker, he was now behind the red team’s assassin, who had been in hot pursuit of him.


    Then, an ability, direct stun!


    Then, it was followed by a series of attacks repeatedly thrown onto the red team’s assassin. Green Hair, with his movements disrupted and abilities still in cooldown, could only watch himself get battered.


    When his cooldown ended, Green Hair attempted to strike back with half health and a full set of abilities but was rmed as he realized that the blue team’s assassin, as though he used hacks, moved much faster than him. He could not even match up—


    Had the opponent bought equipment? When was that?


    Before Green Hair could understand, the screen was already ck and white.


    <i>First blood!</i>


    Ji Zhiyao exploited his victory with continued pursuit, and with the second wave of minions, he cleared out the opponent’s minions and began to push the turret.


    When Green Hair respawned, he sessfully retreated.


    Going under the turret, and then return to base.


    Green Hair’s gold had been suppressed by a few hundred gold, which was the price of a piece of equipment.


    Not much, but for Green Hair, the enemy’s minions were already below his turret. It was disasters piling up on one another.


    Hence, the second kill expectedly went to Ji Zhiyao as well.


    “Nice!”


    The blue team’s midner with a flushed face started to p forcefully.


    This p on the face was a p well done!


    The topner who had not spoken whistled, and among the apuse from the audience, he turned to the emcee. “Did you see that? We won the first round, quickly announce it.”


    The expressions of W.J battleteam could no longer be described using words.


    Especially Green Hair, his expression was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Matched with his overly matured face, he seemed like the discipline master who had caught students with rtionships in high school.


    It was supposed to be arge gift for the amateur team to prove them wrong, but the receivers became themselves!


    Even if the loss was just a single round, to professional yers like them, it was embarrassing enough.