At the same time, IMP and the others, who had been following the match through the livestream, had just been about to praise 369's growth when the commentators shifted the camera to bot lane, drawing all their attention.
The pace had gotten even faster.
High-frequency mouse clicks, almost mirrored back-and-forth kiting, deceptive and irregular turns—every one of those details showed just how much more intense the matchup had become.
Even the supports on both sides were struggling to keep up with their own ADs' reactions. Fortunately, they were both soft supports; even if their awareness lagged behind, shielding and healing were no problem.
But...
"How is that possible? How can they still improve this much?"
In a room somewhere, Deng Huang's face was nearly pressed against the screen. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he said in a trembling voice, "Could it be that they... had only been warming up from the beginning until now?"
And it was not just Deng Huang.
AD players from teams currently on break all seemed possessed when they saw this scene, staring motionlessly at their screens.
"Monsters!"
There were plenty of eighteen-year-old pro ADs the same age as Luo Zhen. Yet most of them were still stuck in youth training or on Second Teams, and AK, at what should have been his normal level, had already been enough to make them feel helpless.
And now?
This motherfucker was suddenly telling them he could actually get even better?
Never won before, huh?
Can't stand losing, huh?
What was the secret to being an outstanding ADC?
It was mastering every skill's cooldown, mechanics, cast range, windup, and recovery animation. Once you reached that point, what you had to defeat was no longer your opponent, but yourself. Every kite had to be flawless, and every mistake