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Chapter 187: SKT's Last Trump Card!

Kiin was already sweating profusely before he even stepped onto the court.

It's worth noting that he was completely dominated by Khan during the first half of this year, with no chance to fight back.

During this long period, he was practically Khan's son, and every confrontation ended in defeat.

Now, what would happen if he were to run into Arthur, who treats Khan like his son?

It's probably not just a matter of him losing one or two matches! He might even get crushed by Arthur in three straight games! Just thinking about it made Kiin sweat with worry, because he couldn't bear such a result.

Keep in mind that this is an intercontinental tournament. They are carrying the pressure of the entire region to play this last game. If the top laner makes even the slightest mistake, their professional career might be over.

Kiin sat alone in his gaming chair, his mind surging with thoughts like a tidal wave.

The deeper he thought about it, the stronger his fear became.

At this moment, his breathing became rapid and disordered, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe in and out smoothly.

His every breath seemed so heavy, accompanied by a slight panting sound, breaking the original tranquility of the room.

Not only that, Kiin's body also began to tremble uncontrollably. The slight trembling gradually intensified into a full-body shudder, and even his hands, which were resting on the keyboard and mouse, could not remain steady.

His legs involuntarily curled up, as if he were looking for a safe corner to hide himself.

Large beads of sweat slid down Kiin's forehead and dripped onto the armrests of his gaming chair, leaving damp marks.

His eyes widened, filled with terror and helplessness, as if he could see a terrible future about to unfold.

Am I supposed to be the scapegoat...? No! I don't want to retire in such a pathetic way!

Kiin suddenly stood up and grabbed Khan's hand as if it were a lifeline.

Just now, Khan suffered a match he shouldn't have lost.

He was filled with frustration and dejection, his heart heavy as if weighed down by a massive boulder.

Why, even though he was already in such a miserable state, did fate still seem unwilling to let him go?! Just then, without warning, someone suddenly yanked him! This unexpected external force instantly ignited the emotions that had been building up inside him for a long time.

Khan's body trembled violently, as if he had been subjected to a strong stimulus.

Immediately afterwards, a strange and shrill cry erupted from deep within his throat, a sound like the roar of a wounded beast, piercing the sky and sending chills down one's spine.

The people around were stunned by this sudden scene and cast surprised glances at them.

"Waaaaah! I don't want to play top lane! I don't want to!"

The LCK lounge was already very quiet, and Khan's shout made sure everyone could hear it clearly.

Everyone's not stupid; of course they could tell that Khan was afraid of Arthur.

Seeing Khan's performance, Kiin's heart sank to the bottom.

Khan beat me up, and I've never experienced anything like that before. Just how terrifying is that Arthur...?

"Pfft."

In that brief instant, Kiin seemed to have all the strength drained from his body, collapsing limply onto the familiar gaming chair.

His eyes were empty and lifeless. The eyes that were once sparkling with light and fighting spirit had now become dull and lifeless, like two lifeless stars staring straight ahead, yet seemingly seeing nothing at all.

He had been looking forward to having a good talk with Khan, hoping to learn from this experienced senior and see if he could find any weaknesses in Arthur.

As the saying goes, even last-minute sharpening can be effective.

If given a choice, Kiin wouldn't want to cram at the last minute.

But among everyone present, who could have imagined that the final would go to a fifth game?

For Kiin, understanding his opponent's weaknesses is like finding the key to overcoming difficulties, which will give him an advantage in his upcoming confrontation with Arthur.

However, after seeing Khan's performance, he finally realized that it was all just wishful thinking on his part.

That Arthur is an absolute psychopath! An impeccable existence!

Defeating him? What can we possibly use to defeat him?!

Is it all based on my passion?

"Are we really the only ones left to go up?"

Kiin, undeterred, asked again.

The LCK players present looked at each other, and finally nodded in unison.

Two of the four teams have been confirmed to be unable to play against RNG, so the team that can play against RNG will have to be chosen from the remaining two teams.

Although everyone sees AFS as their last hope, not many people actually believe they can defeat RNG.

This season's RNG is synonymous with "invincible".

Looking across the entire world, no team can go toe-to-toe with them.

Even if there's only a 10% chance of winning, they'll still give it a try.

At this critical moment of life and death, everyone held their breath, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

At this moment, Faker, who had been silent and as steady as a mountain, finally made a move.

He slowly raised his head, and his previously lowered eyes snapped open, two beams of light shooting out like lightning, as if to pierce through the thick fog before him.

I think...

Faker's voice was deep yet incredibly clear, resonating in everyone's ears like a resounding bell.

"If you still have any powerful moves you haven't used, don't hold back anymore! Unleash them all! We all know that even if we do, the final outcome may not change anything. But even if there's only a sliver of hope, we must fight with all our might to make all the hard work we've put in along the way worthwhile!"

These words put all the concerns of the LCK members present at ease.

At this moment, the coaching staffs of the other three teams revealed all their secret weapons, hoping to give AFS even a ten percent chance of winning.

KkOma and Faker exchanged a glance and confirmed again:

"Sang-hyeok, shall we bring out the tactics we studied before?"

As soon as these words came out.

The noisy LCK lounge fell silent once again.

All eyes were focused on this three-time champion mid-laner and championship coach.

Everyone believes that SKT is the LCK region's last trump card!