Get a taste of the LPL!

Incidentally...

While waiting in ambush, Lu Chen and the other two had also cleared the blue side's Krugs.

"LYN's bot lane duo doesn't seem to have noticed!"

Guan Zeyuan's voice continued to ring out from the caster desk. "They're still moving forward! At this level, Xayah and Rakan have absolutely no chance of surviving if they get engaged on!"

"Will they realize?" Xiaosan stared intently at the big screen, his hands clenched tight. He seemed even more nervous than the players themselves.

Su Xiaoyan murmured, "Maybe... LYN's players never imagined anyone would be this bold at the World Championship."

In fact, it wasn't just the casters.

The arena had fallen unusually quiet, as though everyone's attention had been captured by the scene.

Some spectators had even begun leaning back slightly, seemingly unable to bear watching the brutality about to unfold.

At last...

Under countless watching eyes, LYN's bot lane duo reached the area below the brush, just about to enter turret range.

"You are mine~"

As Thresh's voice line rang out, his Q, Death Sentence, suddenly shot out of the brush!

Clack-

The chain connected!

Helpless, Xayah was dragged toward the brush!

"WTF?!" Whitelotus jolted in fright, his mouse hand trembling involuntarily.

Beside him, his support Genthix shuddered too, his eyes flying wide open.

But what could a mere level-one Rakan possibly do?

Whoosh!

Draven's axe had already fallen onto Xayah's head like a death warrant!

Barely free of Thresh's Q, Xayah had no time to react before Ning Wang's Elise locked her down with her E!

One combo later, Xayah's health bar was emptied before she could so much as take a couple of steps!

"IG Chen Yu has slain LYN Whitelotus!"

"Rampage!"

Another bounty went into Lu Chen's pocket.

This was precisely why Draven had the strongest snowballing potential in all of League, bar none!

Thanks to his passive, he could still reap ample rewards no matter how little gold his opponents were worth after repeated deaths!

"Rakan's trying to run! He's using Grand Entrance to escape under the turret-"

Guan Zeyuan rattled off the play-by-play, then suddenly raised his voice an octave. "He's interrupted! Draven's Stand Aside knocked Rakan out of his dash! Thresh's Flay pulls him back again! There's no escape!"

Xiaosan quickly added, "A level-one Rakan is just too squishy. He can't take more than a few axes!"

As his words fell...

"IG Chen Yu has slain LYN Genthix!"

"Double kill!"

"Unstoppable!"

Lu Chen's score climbed all the way to 5-0!

"Holy crap, I can't bear to keep watching."

"Five deaths in three minutes? Even I could do that!"

"That's brutal, C God. You're not leaving our wildcard brothers a shred of dignity."

"All I can say is, playing like this at Worlds makes for some explosive entertainment!"

"I can already picture him farming them in their fountain a few minutes from now."

The clock read 4:28! Only three minutes had passed since the first minion wave reached lane!

Later, some people would call these three minutes the Dark Three Minutes.

Because during those three minutes, LYN's bot lane duo had endured what was almost certainly the darkest stretch in the entire history of the World Championship!

They were either getting killed or on their way to getting killed.

Even now, Rakan still hadn't reached level two!

That was how brutal it had been.

Even the LPL viewers couldn't help feeling a faint twinge of sympathy.

No matter how quickly Vincent started farming enemies in their fountain in Ranked, those were still just Ranked games. The impact wasn't that great.

But this was the World Championship!

Getting slaughtered like this in front of countless viewers around the world would probably break anyone's spirit.

Backstage at the arena, in IG's lounge...

"Nice! Nice!" Su Xiaoluo and Mafa exchanged an excited high five.

After that play...

It was no longer a question of whether they would win.

It was a question of how many minutes their opponents could last!

In other words, IG had firmly secured an opening victory in their World Championship debut!

It might only be the Play-In, but that was still exciting enough!

"Damn, that's Chen for you. He even dares to play like this at Worlds." JackeyLove watched the screen, his eyes shining too.

He was a Draven specialist himself.

And he was one of the famous Three Great Dravens of the Chinese Server.

Of course, Vincent was undoubtedly the most famous and widely recognized of the three.

After all, his ferocious playstyle was bound to attract countless fans.

But few people knew...

Back then, JackeyLove had also used his aggressive yet steady Draven to hack his way to Number One on the Chinese Server, getting five accounts to Challenger on the primary server!

Now, after watching Lu Chen's performance, JackeyLove couldn't help wondering whether he could play like this in his own future matches.

Apparently, this outrageously aggressive style wasn't just viable in Ranked.

"Wait." A question suddenly struck JackeyLove, and his eyes widened. "Didn't Chen say he played safe? How the fuck does this count as playing safe?!"

At that moment, something even more terrifying happened on the big screen.

After pushing the wave and recalling, Lu Chen suddenly had a blue scythe in his inventory.

Essence Reaver!

Commonly known as the Mana-Stealing Blade!

Draven burned through mana, since he constantly had to refresh his axes and use his W for movement speed.

For him, a blue buff was even more useful than a red buff.

That was why Lu Chen had bought the Mana-Stealing Blade first.

And the most terrifying part was that the game had only just reached five minutes!

"That's insane!"

"??? A completed item at five minutes?"

"What am I looking at? Is the game bugged?"

"He's cheating, right?"

"What the fuck, are these two sides even playing the same game? Xayah only has a pair of Boots of Speed!"

"This is still pretty normal. Vincent's had Bloodthirster, Berserker's Greaves, and a B. F. Sword at five minutes before."

"Bro, do you even hear yourself? Vincent did that in Ranked. This is the fucking World Championship!"

"They're just a wildcard team. Honestly, the moment C God picked Draven, I knew he'd slaughter them."

"Classic hindsight."

"Look at the player cam! Their expressions are killing me, hahaha!"

"Pfft-it's tragic, but forgive me, I still can't help laughing."

"Welcome to the LPL, Latin American bros! Get a taste of the LPL!"

"IG, turn up the pressure on them! Hahaha!"

Many viewers had noticed LYN's player cam in the bottom-left corner of the big screen.

At that moment, the camera happened to be on their AD carry, Whitelotus.

He had short black hair and a thick beard covering his chin and cheeks.

His head was slightly lowered, his mouth hanging open as he stared blankly at his monitor.

No matter how you looked at him, he seemed half asleep. If he had a little drool at the corner of his mouth, people would have believed he was sleepwalking!

He had clearly been beaten senseless.

The funniest part was that after respawning, both members of their bot lane duo crept cautiously past their own second turret.

It was as though they were terrified another Draven would jump out of the brush or jungle.

Rakan even placed the Control Ward he had bought with his pitiful little income.

Only after confirming that no one was in the jungle did they finally feel safe enough to return to lane.

"Chen, are we going all the way this game?" Baolan asked over team voice.

"Of course we're smashing through bot," Lu Chen said matter-of-factly. "It's the easiest way to win."

(End of chapter)