Doubting Life

Joshua sat in the stands closest to the Foya Knight Order, mooching popcorn from Ciri's bucket.

"What do you think of this match, Ciri?"

Joshua no longer wanted to ask questions like, "Who do you think will win?" The match had already gone on for twenty minutes, and the score was currently seventeen to five.

In this game, Foya had taken her Lone Wolf Tactics to the extreme. From the very beginning, all she did was pull off flashy solo kills or roam across the top, middle, and bottom lanes to relentlessly gank people.

In a normal professional match, this kind of strategy would be extremely risky. But with such a vast gap in mechanical skill between the players, after Foya's Omnipotent One secured three kills early on, she completely crushed the middle lane.

Breaker of the Seas' Deep Sea Banshee hid beneath her tower, trembling so badly she did not even dare last-hit minions. Whenever Foya caught an opportunity, she had no choice but to hand over the kill above her head.

"As a one-sided stomp, it's still pretty fun to watch."

The bucket of popcorn Ciri held was almost empty from Joshua eating it.

"Breaker of the Seas fought their way into the top four through their own strength. Their place in the semifinals is well deserved no matter what, but this game has turned into Foya's personal show."

Joshua watched the Omnipotent One run wildly across all three lanes below, relying on her overwhelming equipment advantage. Anyone caught by the Omnipotent One had no chance of escaping.

It was not just Breaker of the Seas' players, who seemed to have turned into bots on easy difficulty. Even the other members of the Foya Knight Order were gradually losing their presence. Only the roaming-position Black Hook followed beside