You! You Really Do Have a Special Fetish for My Hands
As the commentator's voice echoed through the venue, the match finally came to a complete end.
[snake is awesome!]
[Isn't this way too strong? They directly crushed RNG!]
[6666! snake is definitely going to rise this year!]
The live-stream chat was scrolling frantically.
The venue was also filled with an uproar.
There were curses aimed at RNG, as well as celebrations for snake.
There were all kinds of voices!
But no matter how many opinions there were, no one could change the result this time. The stage would always belong to the victor, while the losers could only stare blankly at the screen.
At this moment, everyone on RNG's side was dazed.
They had been prepared to lose, but they had never expected to lose so badly.
Especially UZI. His mind had gone completely blank!
Before the match began, he had looked down on snake so much!
Now he was being slapped in the face just as badly!
He couldn't understand why the opponent's newly assembled rookie bot lane could suppress—or even crush—RNG!
Why couldn't an ADC like him, who had been playing professionally for so long, gain even the slightest advantage against the opposing ADC?
There were so many whys!
But no one answered him.
Over on snake's side, they were enjoying the joy of victory.
Because this wasn't merely the end of the match. It was also the end of this round of group matches, after which... they would enter an extended New Year holiday.
snake's record!
Undefeated!
In all the years since snake had been formed, this record was unprecedented. The few people who had achieved it could have a very happy New Year.
They had even heard that snake would be receiving a bonus this