Although everyone believed in Deft, the team's soul.
There was no helping it—the shock AK had brought them was simply too great.
The reactions of an 18-year-old and the maturity of a 28-year-old—when two utterly opposite traits appeared together in the person occupying the most crucial role on a team, all he could make his opponents feel was shock. Why was the first thing solo queue players did in team fights, from old patches to new, always look for the ADC and burst the ADC down? Why were voice comms always filled with "Kill the ADC, kill the ADC," or else "Protect the ADC, protect the ADC"? Because everyone understood that the ADC was the role that would ultimately Take Over the Game.
"Go without worry. After all, I'm world-class too." A blazing fighting spirit ignited in Deft's eyes.
He knew perfectly well just how much potential and limitless possibility the person across from him possessed. But he held Caitlyn, with a full 75-range advantage. It was not as though he had no chance to wrestle with his opponent.
At the moment the junglers left, the two bot lanes became completely stubborn.
In an instant.
Caitlyn and Varus were already displaying their fundamentals in a high-frequency battle of offense and defense.
Sometimes forward, sometimes back.
Sometimes left, sometimes right.
Their fundamental Kiting was visible to the naked eye. With that 75-range advantage, Deft could naturally chip away at Varus's HP again and again during their exchanges. But bot lane did not consist of Varus alone. Varus also had a longer-ranged Q skill to return the favor, not to mention AK's unreasonable Non-directional Skill accuracy.
Deft understood that if he did not want to fall behind in HP, he had to use his range to gain the upper hand in these