League of Legends: Unrivaled

It happened in a flash.

Graves instantly flashed to Xia Xin's face and unleashed his Q. Extreme control, extreme reflexes.

Let alone three Qs, even if Vayne had been hit by just one, plus a single basic attack from Graves, she would have been dead.

As if Vayne had anticipated this, she instantly activated her ultimate, "Final Moment," and immediately followed it with a Q and then a roll, rolling behind Graves, dodging those three deadly lead bullets.

A brush with death.

Using the ultimate and rolling with Q grants invisibility, making Graves lose sight of him.

"Where are you? Get out there!"

Graves roared in anger, his body twitching as Xia Xin's basic attack, combined with his E ability, "Demon's Judgment," pinned him to the wall in front of the dragon. Being stuck to a wall with an E will stun him.

He slashed, and the first strike touched the three rings of the Holy Spear and Silver Crossbow, instantly reducing Graves to one-third of his health.

The second time, he ran forward while trying to create as much distance as possible between himself and those behind him. This time, a critical hit, instantly depleted Graves' lifeline.

This damage...

Grandpa roared, "Damn it, you're such a traitor! You're trying to kill my brother? You think I'm just a decoration."

With an E skill, he charged forward with a Meatball Charge, then flashed over Xia Xin's head, aiming to knock him straight back.

Hit and he'd be stunned. Stunned, dead. There was absolutely no other way.

But Xia Xin's body flashed with golden light, and he dodged a short distance, just enough distance to avoid the fatal E skill. Graves was still within range, so he swung back and struck, finishing him off.

This made the Sona support, sitting at his computer desk, the screen black and white, applaud. Awesome! Under a three-man pincer attack, he dodged countless skills and killed the opposing AD.

I knew this AD carry was a master. I'm truly holding him back and causing him to get scolded. I'm truly sorry.

If I hadn't missed my ultimate three times in those previous bot lane fights, Vayne wouldn't have been killed three times by me. Even if I had managed to stun her once, Vayne would still have gotten back up.

But it wasn't that she was weak, it was Graves, who was truly strong.

15 kills, 2 kills, 11 assists, Graves, a god-like Graves, his strength is unimaginable.

These instantaneous back-and-forths left Warwick, Zed, and Olaf dumbfounded.

It was sheer spectacle, like taking down an enemy general in a sea of enemies. Besides Stone, who was still scurrying behind, he was surrounded by four people, and even with all his skills, he still managed to kill one.

What kind of strength is this?

Olaf said, "Just a coincidence."

Wardrobe said, "He just happened to dodge it."

Zhen said, "Come on, don't waste time. Why are you running? You're just waiting to die. You think the opponent is a bronze? 5-on-1, and you're still running?"

The opponent wasn't a bronze, but five top champions, the recognized true kings of Ionia.

But the battle wasn't over yet.

Only one person, Sona, the support, kept watching Vayne. She had a feeling this AD carry was different from any she'd ever faced.

Taking the enemy general level in the midst of a vast enemy force, he could perhaps perform a miracle...

Vayne's will to survive was strong, and she kept running.

She took a breath of the Ruined King's Desolation, stealing 25% of Gragas's movement and increasing the distance. Gragas's movement was also reduced by 3 seconds. She took a step, then backtracked and slashed at Gragas smoothly. Gragas used a Q, rolling the barrel in front of Vayne, but Vayne rolled lightly to the left, out of the range of the barrel's explosion.

Two more hits, and the first triple ring was created.

Gragas was already down to two-thirds health after the previous teamfight.

One triple ring passive plus three basic attacks reduced his health bar to less than one-third.

Gragas realized something was wrong and turned to run, waiting for his teammates to help.

Twisted Fate was right behind him, the red, yellow, and blue cards above his head constantly changing colors, finally settling on yellow.

Xia Xin didn't run anymore, turning back to chase Gragas. With Vayne's ultimate, she gains a 90% movement bonus when chasing.

In all of League of Legends, few heroes could escape his presence.

One, two hits.

"Twisted Fate, save me!"

Gragas cried out, narrowly missing Twisted Fate.

Twisted Fate's yellow card flew out, but Xia Xin's third life-threatening attack was also unleashed, and the moment it landed, Xia Xin quickly rolled backward, turning invisible.

"doub1e ki11."

The system's deep voice boomed, and Vayne scored a double kill.

Grand Barrel fell helplessly.

But Vayne, while invisible, was pinned by the Yellow Card, leaving her health bar at less than 300.

Twisted Fate also lost sight of Xia Xin.

He was left with only a thread of life left after being attacked, with less than 200 health left. He couldn't wait for Xia Xin to show up, so Yellow Card unleashed his Q, sending three wild cards flying towards Xia Xin's original position.

One Vayne hit and she was dead.

But he didn't expect that just as Yellow Card was about to pin Vayne, he had already unleashed all his wild cards. Vayne's roll didn't go forward, but rather rolled slightly to the left, narrowly avoiding death.

Twisted Fate had already turned and tried to run as he threw his wild cards.

How could he outrun Xia Xin, who had the 90-degree bonus from his ultimate?

He caught up in two seconds. Just as Xia Xin was about to attack, the Deep Sea Titan behind him came to his rescue, his Q skill already ready, and launched a hook straight at Xia Xin.

But Xia Xin didn't rush to attack. The Night Hunter twisted her sexy waist and moved to the right, dodging the Titan's hook again.

Then, with a single strike, she ended Twisted Fate's life.

"trip1e ki11."

Actually... a triple kill?

Almost everyone stared at the screen in disbelief. Three kills with five people chasing them?

No!

Olaf didn't believe it. It was luck, absolutely luck.

Just because he was an AD with a single 0 and a 5?

Even if he had a 3 and a 5 now, he was still a waste. People with negative stats had no right to speak.

Olaf's heart raced, a bad feeling welling up in his chest. The enemy's two main damage dealers were already dead, leaving only two tanky lumps.

One Stone, no ultimate, one Titan, no Q, no ultimate.

Nitar saw that three of our team had been killed and his Q had missed again, and he realized something was amiss.

But Vayne was now at less than 200 HP, so he wasn't afraid anymore and charged in with an Ignite.

Hmph, bye. I admit you're skilled. Go ahead and show off. Show off that Ignite for me.

Fuck, showing off in front of me.

Level 18 Ignite with 400 HP. With only 160 HP, he'll be dead in two seconds. Titan was already counting down: one second, two seconds, 10 HP left. Die... Healer? What? He still has healer!

It's normal for an AD carry to have healer, but why would you have healer right now when you're not good at anything?

With Ignite, the healing effect was halved. The 500+ heal only added a little over 250+, but combined with his 160+ health, he was just out of Ignite's death range.

Not to mention, he still had the lifesteal from his Ruined King.

The wind was strong, and he was desperate. Although he saw the enemy's health was less than 100, Titan couldn't attack. His kingly instincts told him that he had no ranged skills and couldn't catch Vayne. Even though the enemy had 100+ health, he had over 2000+ health. By the time he reached Vayne, Vayne would have at least sapped 300+ health with Ruined King. He would probably be dead before he could even touch him.

Titan regretted it so much, turning around and running. He was just a support, why would he go after the AD carry?

Want to run?

Xia Xin curled his lips. Even if his ultimate was gone now, it would be easy to catch a support with 5 boots and a broken arm.

Titan took two hits and, looking at Shitou, who had arrived late, said, "Shitou, I'll leave it to you. I'm just a support."

Shitou patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me."

He charged forward with a single Q, knocking off over 200 HP from Xia Xin.

He still had a little over 70 HP left.

Shitou thought he'd kill Xia Xin with an E.

With the buff from his Q and the damage from the opponent, he could easily catch up.

Shitou chased, and Xia Xin retreated. His perfect, skillful movement was picturesque, seamless and pleasing to the eye.

While chasing, Xia Xin slashed again, creating three rings.

Shitou was stunned. Finally reaching the target, Shitou's hands moved, and the earth trembled, spreading a ring of attacks.

But at the same time, he realized something was wrong. Xia Xin's Q only had a two-second cooldown. He wondered why the opponent wouldn't retreat even if he caught up with him.

Now he finally understood.

The opponent was waiting for his E.

Vayne took a step back and rolled to the right, just avoiding the 400° range of the circle.

Vayne's attack range was 550, perfect distance control.

This time, Vayne didn't move and attack again. She stood still, one strike, two strikes.

Stone was already half-health in pursuit, and after being hit so many times, he couldn't withstand it no matter how hard he tried. He forged his last bit of strength and reached the motionless Xia Xin.

Finally, finally, I can touch him.

Stone proudly raised his molten lava hand, his heart pounding with excitement. Finally, I could hit him.

But halfway up, his massive body... collapsed to the ground.

"quadrup1e ki11."

Quadruple kill.

Why, why, why can't I hit him, not even once?

Stone roared helplessly to the sky. Titan had barely taken a few steps when he turned and looked. "Brother Shitou, why are you gone?"

Where's the strong body I promised you? I promised you I'd leave it to you.

What am I going to do now that you're gone?

Titan cried.

Watching Vayne approach like a demon, he felt helpless.

He watched helplessly as she slashed at him for a kilometer, one step at a time, two steps at a time, a tumble at a time, chasing him for a kilometer before taking this final spark.

"penta ki11."

Bright, shocking red letters appeared on the screen.

5 kills!

Ace.

Team wipe.

What happened?

What just happened?

1v5?

5 kills?

Were we all playing the same game?

Everyone was stunned.

Only our support was desperately farming. "66666666666666."

"6666666666666."

"That's awesome! My friends and I are stunned."

But Vayne said nothing, as if this were all just a normal occurrence.

Silently returning to mid lane, the mid lane minions had already pushed to the enemy mid tower. The fastest enemy revive took 70 seconds, enough time for him to finish pushing the main crystal.

Silence. Everyone was silent, watching the Night Hunter Vayne, slowly pushing the high ground in the lane.

The scene froze on him.

Zhe remembered that he had just said that the other player was boosted and at Silver level, and he wanted to slap himself.

Compared to the other player, he was only Silver.

Such skill, such control, such awareness...

This is a true master.

If it had been him, how could he have killed five of them with five people chasing him just now?

Let alone five, even one would be a stretch. I'm afraid I'd have died ten thousand times already.

Olaf, who had been cursing constantly, finally shut up. Although Vayne said nothing, the domineering pentacere shut him up.

Shock!

Shock, shock!

He thought back to how he'd just scolded that idiotic AD carry, and it was hilarious. Now that he thought about it, he was right. In that situation, he could only go for the dragon, so why go out? His decision was right.

Call him a loser? Then what about me?

And then, in this disadvantageous situation, he went 1v5 and got a pentacere.

Everyone checked Vayne's stats and equipment almost simultaneously.

No wonder he had such high damage output, a complete set of legendary gear, and no one even knew when he got it. How could this seemingly unremarkable AD carry suddenly become legendary?

At 35 minutes, even in a disadvantaged game, he had 3400 last hits, the highest in the game. The next highest, even with Twisted Fate's advantage, only had 320, a full 20 fewer. This last hit alone was already professional-level.

Our team had even forgotten to leave after resurrecting, their minds lingering over that pentaceal kill.

What a show.

Probably the best pentaceal kill of the year.

Watching Vayne attacking the enemy's main crystal, Graves couldn't help but ask, "Vayne, is she a professional? Could it be Zed? He seems to be the only one in China with that level of skill."

No one answered, because the crystal had exploded.

A comeback.

Twisted Fate wondered, if he had just killed four of the enemy team and taken the dragon first...

Grand Gun wondered, if he hadn't been so greedy for the 5-kill and gone straight for the high ground...

Titan wondered, if he had just finished killing the dragon and played it safe, gone home to resupply before pushing all three lanes...

Olaf's mouse hovered over the surrender button, and he watched helplessly as he disappeared. If he had just clicked surrender, there wouldn't have been this spectacular play, this miraculous 5-kill...

But there are no ifs in this world.

Green won, Red lost; this was reality.

This match was a feast of slaughter for this unknown Night Hunter, wielding a holy silver crossbow. This was the ultimate King of Glory show, a breathtakingly thrilling solo performance.

This match had already been his personal performance; everything else held no meaning.

In the distance, the bell tolled for the 12th time, as if heralding a new day, a new future.

Xia Xin opened the ranked match and breathed a sigh of relief.

King.