No more talking. They had humbled themselves for over ten minutes just to hold out for this team fight.
Win and they took off; lose and they were done for. Either way, they had to go for it first!
But when EDG everyone finally arrived late at the river and appeared before NIP, an Infinity Edge had somehow appeared in Luo Zhen's inventory!?
Rich, standing on the frontline, involuntarily swallowed at the sight of that equipment.
Infinity Edge, Galeforce, a small armor-penetration item, and Berserker's Greaves at eighteen minutes—was this really equipment an AD could have at eighteen minutes?
In a normal professional match, it was no problem for a Pro AD to have a two-item power spike by eighteen minutes. But Berserker's Greaves required three or four kills, which meant Luo Zhen's small armor-penetration item had come almost entirely from turret plate money, plus a tiny bit of solid fundamentals?
And you called this weak in the mid game!?
As if wanting to test Caitlyn's damage, Rich controlled Black Bro and took a few steps forward. Luo Zhen did not stand on ceremony, turning around and firing a shot. Black Bro's green HP bar visibly vanished by a chunk under Caitlyn's bullet, frightening Rich into instantly retreating several steps.
This was Black Bro!
A top laner who was still version top tier and had not been nerfed yet, running a bruiser build of Iceborn Gauntlet, Little Sunfire, and Cloth Shoes. And he could still be poked this painfully?
Luo Zhen remained very calm about it.
As everyone knew, whenever anyone had previously asked about the distance of seven steps, the answer had always been:
Beyond seven steps, Phlegm Style, Phlegm Style, Phlegm Style.
Within seven steps, Turtle Fist Style, Turtle Fist Style, Turtle Fist Style.
But now?
The times