The observation room was silent.
One moment, Tang Wanli was radiant with excitement; the next, his brows drooped in embarrassment.
One moment, he held his head high and said his son still had something to him after all.
The next, he awkwardly explained that young people were sometimes a little reckless and didn't know their limits.
One moment, he let out a long breath, feeling that his son could more or less salvage a bit of his reputation.
The next, he slapped his thigh hard, feeling that this round was over, that there was no getting back up, and that his son could only lie back and get carried by Yan Zhao Sect's Three Heroes.
The key was, Long Aotian had hard-carried!
What Long Aotian showed off was mechanics, hero mastery, top-tier control of the overall situation, and precise skill usage in battle.
And that one wave where he fought two people with a sliver of health left—his health-bar control was simply glorious.
Zhao Ritian had also carried hard!
It was his first time on this map, yet he showed not the slightest unfamiliarity. He came in swinging, daring to fight, daring to risk it, daring to show off. He went head-to-head with his opponents in mechanics and reaction speed, and his record was brilliant, worthy of admiration!
Lu Chengwen was the fake carry who picked up kills!
If Long Aotian was the warrior and Zhao Ritian was the jungler, then Lu Chengwen was a mage with succubus skills.
He directly controlled someone into becoming his lackey, wrung information out of him, then smashed him to death with one swing of a club. Though there hadn't been any complicated mechanics involved, the results were right there.
In the late-game team fights, he had contributed too. Though his damage output and