What kind of name was this?
Baby AD?
What was the meaning of this?
Able didn't want to agree, but when he saw Pantheon on the screen and his health dropping rapidly, he finally... softened his heart. He sat on the rocket and jumped onto the high ground.
At this time... they shouldn't have crossed the tower. However, because the two of them had gone up, the other team members gritted their teeth and all went up.
The moment Xiao Pao landed on the ground.
Kill, resounding.
Pantheon could kill Cinder alone, but that would require a swap.
Because of the damage from Cannon, Wang Fan didn't even need to use his Resurrection Armor. He looked at the screen and smiled…There were many benefits to having a Soft Support, but the disadvantages were also very obvious. If the ADC died, the Soft Support's effect would be minimal.
This was the case.
Fang Jin was dead. Without their ADC, they had lost half of their damage output.
Nicole cut in.
However, because of Ash's death, Little Cannon's displacement was refreshed.
Pantheon was dead, but not really dead. He had replaced it with an item called the Resurrection Armor.
At that moment, the situation began to go out of control.
"Kill this Gnar!"
"Don't order me around!"
Not listening?
How was this possible?
He said no, but the damage still fell on Gnar.
Kill after kill.
The instant the sound of a team wipe rang out, the entire arena…fell silent.
They were actually wiped out in one wave.
It wasn't Wang Fan's side, but the opposite side.
As for their side, only one person had died, and that person was not Pantheon, but the mummy named Amumu.
Everything seemed to have come to an end at this moment.
He looked at the gray screen.
Ember clicked surrender.
That was really autistic. The number of times he died in this round wasn't many, but 99% of them had something to do with Panson.
This was too much.
Was there such a support?
The moment they surrendered, five votes agreed in an instant?
Refuse?
Why would he refuse?
The Support was already like this, let alone the other positions.
Wang Fan also saw the score of TPG after entering the settlement interface.
It was unknown whether it was because Wang Fan had the highest damage output, the fewest deaths, or the most kills, but Wang Fan's score was the highest in the entire game.
He was awarded the MVP of the match.
However, to Wang Fan,
It didn't matter how many points he got.
In comparison, the conversation in the lower left corner attracted everyone's attention.
[This Ash is trash?]”
"If it wasn't for your cheap hands, would I have died in the beginning?"”
"Trash is trash. You still have the face to speak?"”
"How can I not say it? Look at the opponent's Support, then look at yourself. How big is the difference?”
The robot was speechless.
That seemed to be the case. There was no comparison and no harm.
Not only Wang Fan, but the other two were also very interested in this conversation.
It was commonly known as someone who liked to watch the show.
Especially Yao Feng, she was really lying on Wang Fan's body, and her chest was pressed against Wang Fan's head.
The moment he felt the temperature, Wang Fan fell into deep thought.
No wonder Evil Wind and his sister were best friends. They had the same attributes.
If he gave someone a hug, would it shatter the other party's bones?
The competition was won.
The system's voice also appeared.
Ding!
Congratulations to the host for winning a high-end passerby game.
[Obtained: 10 experience points.]
[Experience bar: 11/100]
[Note: Host, please work hard and level up as soon as possible.]
“…………”
Ten o'clock?
The high-end side game was only ten points, which required ten matches.
How long would this fight last?
"Do you want to play a second round?"
While Wang Fan was deep in thought, Able spoke.
Perhaps this round was very frustrating, but the result was good. At the same time, it allowed Able to have a new understanding of support, and this understanding was not a bad thing.
"You can, but have you forgotten the task your coach gave you?”
Able finally remembered.
The reason why Wang Fan was here was because Hoodlum had asked Able to guide the newbie. What was meant by guiding the newbie was to guide him to familiarize himself with the club and know the general direction of the club. The most basic understanding was where the canteen was and where the washroom was. If he didn't know these, how could he live?
Only then did Able remember that there was such a process.
"I forgot! Mine! Then follow me!"
Able nodded.
He was a little disappointed that he couldn't play games.
But…just take it as a reward for being brought along. It had to be said that this support had something to offer.
However, at this moment, Evil Wind said,"You're not allowed to leave!"”
"What? Why?"
Evil Wind: " Your strength isn't right. Aren't you Silver? Why can we play the King's Game?"
"If I say that I had a fortuitous encounter in my dream, would you believe me?”
"Little Fan, you're making fun of me!" Yao Feng laughed.
For a moment, Wang Fan was speechless.
You don't even believe the truth?
Helplessly, Wang Fan said indifferently,""It's not like you haven't played in a silver game before. I'm in the support position, so it's hard to get points. Moreover, I've been playing solo all this time, so it's several times harder to get points. Do you understand now?"
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