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Seeing that his opponent's speed was so fast, Ji Zhiyao instantly became slightly panicky, his mind blanked out, and he relied solely on his subconscious to resist his opponent's combined abilities.

Thus

"First Blood."

First blood, emerged.

Ji Zhiyao blinked blankly, his mind only able to think about one thing.

How could the opponent be so fast?

How was that possible?

If he had to compare, usually his fans in the livestream room all said that his hand speed was from being single for 20 years, in comparison, the opponent before him would probably have been single for 30 to 40 years.

A few seconds of respawn time passed quickly.

Ji Zhiyao's left hand that laid on the keyboard trembled uncontrollably, he even couldn't attend to checking on Mo Huaifeng and Heng's current situation, inhaling deeply, steadying his fingers, he controlled his champion to set off once more.