Because the FV team was practically playing with their cards on the table, completely ignoring the split-pushing and kiting tactics of the FRY team, and just mindlessly diving into the jungle, devouring all of FRY's jungle monsters.

Come and try to kill me, and I'll kill you along with them; if you don't come, I'll go and kill your sidelane heroes.

The defensive towers were now practically non-existent in the eyes of the FV team, because the Storm Swordsman's damage output was too high. It didn't matter if the other support heroes died while tanking the tower; he could easily reap the kills of anyone under the tower.

If the FRY team didn't group up, then any isolated member would be chased down and killed by the Storm Swordsman, with nowhere to run; if the FRY team grouped up, then FV would avoid them and go to farm the jungle and push towers on other lanes.

The FRY team wanted to initiate a team fight, but they couldn't even get close to the Storm Swordsman. Attacking anyone else would be suicide, just feeding kills to the Storm Swordsman.

In this dilemma, the FRY team was still struggling, trying to control vision, gank, retreat, trade resources...

But no matter how hard they tried, the Storm Swordsman didn't die once, and he just kept getting stronger and stronger, the item gap widening.

...

Zhao Xuming and Cretian watched from the sidelines, their faces extremely grim.

This FRY team was getting completely outplayed!

Three games, three games of getting outplayed. How could they even compete?

Even Zhao Xuming, who didn't really play games much, could see that the FRY team was still slowly dying. Although they fought with much more spirit than in the first game, it was useless. As long as they couldn't kill the Storm Swordsman, he could just slaughter them like cutting vegetables.

The key was that the current situation was incredibly hopeless. Even the viewers with the overhead perspective couldn't figure out how to win!

Cretian stood up with a dark face: "I'm leaving."

Zhao Xuming opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Obviously, Cretian's understanding of the game was higher than his, and he already saw that this was an unsolvable dead end. The only suspense left was how many kills the Storm Swordsman would ultimately get.

Zhao Xuming, with his poorer understanding of the game, was still hoping for a miracle and unwilling to accept this fact.

However, just as Cretian turned to leave, the commentators suddenly raised their voices several octaves, becoming incredibly excited: "FRY team seems to be going for a desperate gamble!"

"They know that they'll just die a slow death if they keep going like this, the gap will only get bigger and bigger, so they're choosing to steal the Dark Night Dragon while the enemy Storm Swordsman goes back to replenish his equipment. But the FV team has already noticed, the Storm Swordsman is rushing over after replenishing his equipment, he's moving very fast!"

"The FRY team is choosing to go all-in, because if they retreat, the opponent will take over, and the game will definitely be over!"

"The FRY team successfully got the Dark Night Dragon, now it's just a matter of seeing how many can escape!"

"The Storm Swordsman is entering the fray, starting a massacre, double kill! Triple kill! Gale Warrior is still desperately trying to run, but it's useless, the Storm Swordsman's movement speed is too fast, he's directly cut down!"

"Is there a pentakill? Pentakill!"

"The game is over. I don't think anyone expected the game to end like this. In front of the Storm Swordsman, the defensive towers are like paper. Obviously, FV doesn't intend to give the opponent any chance, directly charging straight through the mid lane, cutting down all obstacles in their path!"

"Let's congratulate the FV team for cleanly defeating the powerful FRY team 3:0 and ultimately winning the championship of this IOI Global Finals!"

In the commentators' passionate shouts, the five members of the FV team finally broke into smiles, jumping up from their seats and hugging each other tightly!

At the same time, confetti and golden streamers burst out on the stage, accompanied by the stadium's roaring applause and cheers, announcing the birth of the champions!

The vast majority of the audience in attendance were European and American, so most people naturally supported the FRY team. But the FV team's perfect performance in these three games of the finals conquered the audience, making them sincerely stand on the side of the FV team.

In these three games, some matches looked like a stalemate, some matches looked one-sided, but in the eyes of those who truly understood, the FRY team never had any chance.

Moreover, in the last game, the FV team even took out the Storm Swordsman, a hero specifically for stomping noobs, and used the innovative double-support strategy to turn the Storm Swordsman into a big boss, turning the final match of the Global Finals into a bot game, a noob-stomping game. It was just too entertaining!

Cretian originally wanted to slip away early, not wanting to see this heartbreaking scene, but he didn't coordinate very well. He was just about to leave when the FV team ended the game in one wave.

He sighed deeply and turned to leave.

Zhao Xuming sat in his seat, lost in confusion for a moment.

...

On the main stage, the five members of the FV team had already arrived in front of the championship trophy.

Everyone looked at the team's jungler, after all, in the last game he chose his signature Storm Swordsman, going godlike and getting a pentakill, a definite MVP-level performance.

However, the jungler looked at the captain Pan Ying in the support position: "You should do it."

He knew very well that the main reason he was able to perform so well was thanks to the tactics, leadership, and help of his teammates. Without the sacrifices of his teammates, willingly acting as tools for him, it would have been impossible to get those kinds of stats with the Storm Swordsman.

The squinty-eyed Pan Ying smiled: "Let what? The championship belongs to everyone, let's lift the trophy together! Coach Zhou, come too!"

Everyone lifted the championship trophy together, countless camera flashes lighting up, recording this historic moment.

After jointly lifting the trophy, everyone began to pass around the huge trophy in turn, allowing everyone to feel it up close.

Although Pan Ying looked relatively thin, he had actually been working out for a while. Although it felt heavy to carry the trophy, he could barely manage it.

"Strange, this trophy is a lot lighter than I imagined," Pan Ying muttered softly.

With that, he handed the trophy to Coach Zhou Pengyuan.

Old Zhou reached out to take it: "Hmm? Really? Oh, it does seem a bit light. Although it looks bigger than the trophy from the GOG Global Finals, the weight is still quite different."

With that, he lifted the trophy with one hand and even juggled it slightly, feeling very relaxed.

When Huang Wang and the others won the GOG trophy before, Old Zhou also joined in the fun and touched it, feeling its weight. He just didn't expect that the IOI trophy looked a size bigger, but it was actually lighter than the GOG trophy.

The big screen showed this scene to all the audience members in the arena, and a burst of exclamations immediately came from the stands.

Because Zhou Pengyuan wasn't particularly tall, and his winter clothes were quite thick, covering his figure, the audience didn't expect that he could so easily juggle such a big trophy.

But the domestic audience didn't find it strange at all.

Because anyone who had watched the GOG matches knew that Old Zhou's identity wasn't just as a coach, he was also one of the earliest members of DGE's second team!

Back then, Huang Wang was the captain of the second team and trained the most, and Old Zhou trained the second most number of times.

From the time the two DGE teams were formed until now, Old Zhou's fitness training had never stopped, and he was already a well-defined muscle man, lifting this trophy without any pressure.

"It's a bit light indeed, but the workmanship is decent."

After Old Zhou finished speaking, he continued to hand the trophy to other people.

The host had already taken to the stage, followed by executives from Finger Company and Daoyak Group, all of them Boss-level figures.

Although Cretian was the head of the Greater China region, his rank was not high enough to go on stage to present the award.

It was just that the expressions of these big shots weren't particularly natural.

Because they didn't want to give the trophy to the FV team either!

The FV team was Tengda's team, and GOG and IOI were directly competing, and Tengda's previous troll move had cost Daoyak Group a lot of money. The Daoyak Group executives remembered these things clearly.

Especially when Tengda replied with an "fxxkoff," the animosity between the two sides was completely maxed out.

As a result, Tengda formed a team, won the IOI Global Finals championship, and took away the trophy, and even took away the huge prize money!

It was just indescribably uncomfortable!

But they had no way to do anything about it. What else could they do in this situation? They could only put on a forced smile to present the award to the FV team.

Immediately afterward, several high-level executives from Daoyak Group and Finger Company presented the players and coaches with medals and championship rings.

These medals and rings were also custom-made in advance, very exquisite, and they were limited edition collectibles, each one costing a lot.

The championship trophy had to be returned after one year, but the medals and rings could be kept permanently, considered lifelong honors.

Now, these medals and rings, which cost a lot of money and time to make, were all going to the FV team.

After helping all the members put on their medals and handing them their rings, the high-level executives from Daoyak Group and Finger Company took one last photo with the team, each with a forced smile on their face.

Amidst the "click, click" of the camera flashes, this scene was permanently memorialized.

In the center of the stage was the huge championship trophy. All the members of the FV team, including the players, coaching staff, and boss Wu Yue, gathered around the championship trophy, wearing medals around their necks and holding the FV team's flag and the national flag.

In the sky, golden streamers fell, enveloping everyone.

The Daoyak Group and Finger Company executives responsible for presenting the awards could only stand aside, barely squeezing out a stiff smile for the camera.

Below the stage, Zhao Xuming couldn't help but sigh deeply as he watched this scene.

For some reason, this scene made him feel like he was seeing the epitome of the fate of the two games, GOG and IOI.

GOG was like the FV members in the center of the stage, enjoying countless honors, while IOI could only be like the Daoyak Group and Finger Company executives standing on the sidelines as a foil, no matter how much they paid, they could only be making wedding clothes for their opponent...

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuming couldn't help but shiver.

Could it be... that all of this was arranged by Boss Pei?