“……”
For a split second, the entire arena—tens of thousands of spectators—fell silent.
They hadn’t yet figured out how that utterly unbelievable solo kill had happened, but their bodies had already reacted on instinct. Thunderous applause erupted from the stands, waves of cheers crashing together like a tsunami—
“Wind——!!!”
“Wind——!!!”
“PNG! PNG! PNG——!”
“Holy shit, husband, how are you this cracked?! I don’t deserve you anymore!!”
After screaming themselves hoarse, even the fans in the front rows stopped pretending:
“—Fuck, DAD!!!”
“What do you call a solo-kill king, huh?! Translate it for me—what do you call the king of the HPL mid lane?!”
[HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT AHHHH——]
[FENG FENG FENG FENG FENG——!!]
[You can ALWAYS trust PNG_Wind AHHH QAQ!!!]
[I got so hyped watching Boring die that I smashed my water cup—now I’m on my knees wiping the floor while watching the stream, does anyone understand me??]
[You’re doing better than me—I punched my 4K screen to pieces, now I can only watch on my phone, this sucks!!]
[ Bro???? 6666]
[Ten seconds ago, even my wildest fantasy didn’t include a triple kill……]
[Ever considered that maybe the player is just insane?]
[HOW did he know where Boring was?? HOW??? I watched that duel completely confused!!!]
The crowd was still drowning in a mix of shock and euphoria, but the game itself waited for no one. Before Feng Yi’s HP hit zero, the blade recall from his ultimate cut Sui Ning’s health down to under 5%. Qu Feiying sniped the kill from afar with a final skill, only to fall moments later to the combined assault of Ji Yunyu and Cheng Su.
“The 13-minute skirmish—after PNG lost a man first—Wind! It’s him again, stepping up once more!!”
Chao Mi clapped until his palms burned, his face flushed red.
Even though scenes like this were no longer rare, he was just as fired up every time he saw Sui Ning turn the tide single-handedly. “Wind’s decision-making right after the teleport was crystal clear—take someone out first! That was absolutely the correct call. He was too fast, HTG had no way to stop him; Breathe didn’t even get Flash off!! Of course, top and support were just the appetizers in this fight—the real monster was Boring, fully healthy with all skills up—”
“And Wind did it! A crucial triple kill that completely flips the situation!! HTG not only lose this fight decisively in gold, but everyone now realizes their repeated focus on top lane hasn’t achieved much at all. PNG’s teamfight frontline is still rock solid! Or rather—if they can’t deal with Wind, HTG’s chances in teamfights will only keep shrinking!”
At that point, Chao Mi took a deep breath and turned to his co-commentator. “Qing Ci, can you tell how Wind found Boring’s position just now?”
Qing Ci shook his head instinctively. Commentators memorize tons of data and watch countless matches, but when it comes down to ultra-specific mechanics—especially rare ones—they’re often just guessing in the dark.
His own ranked peak years ago had only reached Grandmaster. These days, with overtime work and age catching up, even Diamond felt like an achievement. Asking him to break down a pro-level solo duel in detail was a bit much.
After a moment’s thought, Qing Ci said, “I don’t know—but I’m certain it wasn’t a coincidence. My guess is Wind predicted Boring’s position through experience, or he knows some trick we don’t… but there’s no way it was a blind guess.”
[Funny, that’s exactly what I think.]
[Help, where’s the royal second stream?? Big-brain chat, anyone analyzing this??]
[Director, replay it NOW—if you don’t slow down that last second of Wind killing Boring, no one can see anything!!]
[ What’s there not to see? Wind pressed R, hit him, done (lol)]
[These useless Diamond commentators on the main stream, ahhhh!!! I’m losing my mind here!!]
Unfortunately, the second stream wasn’t doing much better.
Tofu hemmed and hawed, dodging the question. “…Well, uh, you know, I’m an ADC main…”
Bro. An ADC going to solo an assassin—what?
[Useless Tofu!!]
[Useless Tofu!!]
——
At the same time, the Tayloo players, sitting together watching the match, heard the same question from the broadcast.
The four youngsters instinctively turned their heads toward Cheng Wensheng, seated in the middle of the couch, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Even the barbecue-loving coach quietly sidled up behind him, pretending not to listen while blatantly pricking up his ears.
Cheng Wensheng: …
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat, staring intently at the replay, brows knitting slightly. “…Wind probably exploited a specific mechanic of Lai’s ultimate.”
He explained how Lai’s daggers, at the moment they’re recalled, briefly point toward the hero’s actual position. The kids’ eyes lit up in realization, and five synchronized “woah~” sounds—including the coach’s—rose into the air.
Top laner Jiang Hao was the first to comment. “That’s insane—he even knows details like that… ah, I mean Wind.”
“Y-yeah, exactly!”
The Korean import Lee Jae-Hee’s Mandarin had improved a lot. He enunciated clearly and crisply: “Freaking awesome!”
Cheng Wensheng: …
Is there any chance that your own captain and mid laner also knows that trick…??
Cheng Wensheng rubbed his temples, too lazy to argue with these unruly brats.
The barbecue coach, however, stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Is it just me, or has Wind’s playstyle gotten more aggressive lately…?”
“He’s… a hot-blooded assassin,” Cheng Wensheng thought for a moment before settling on the phrase.
The coach instantly understood. It meant that while Sui Ning’s style was wild and ferocious, he never lost an assassin’s lethal elegance and composure—always meticulous, always calm. And that was the most terrifying part.
In such brief, high-pressure standoffs, he could identify the most optimal approach in the shortest possible time and execute it flawlessly—cool-headed, mistake-free, daring yet precise, every single time.
How rare those qualities were—the coach knew that better than anyone.
He was almost certain that although people still introduced Sui Ning with “the HPL’s…” at the front, very soon he would be known as “the world’s.”
Jiang Hao slurped a mouthful of cola and glanced at the two of them. “What’s with that? Sounds so artsy—been watching too many TV dramas?”
“…Just shut up,” Cheng Wensheng shot back.
He flicked Jiang Hao a look, then turned his attention back to the stream—just in time to catch Feng Yi, that cool, aloof guy, curve his lips ever so slightly into a fleeting smile.
When you meet a worthy opponent… does your own smile look like that too?
The thought suddenly made Cheng Wensheng curious.
——
Sui Ning’s triple kill completely buried HTG’s mid-game momentum, and Tang Yu’s expression backstage turned especially grim.
PNG pressed their advantage. At 16:27, they secured their third drake of the game.
“This is getting really hard for HTG—the gold gap is steadily widening!”
Qing Ci analyzed. “The gold graph makes it very clear: before 10 minutes the teams were neck and neck, the peak difference never exceeding 700! But by 16 and a half minutes, HTG is already down 3,100. Every carry is behind to some extent—only Viy, thanks to his jungle farm, is still even with Cloud—”
But did that even matter? Qing Ci sighed inwardly. Linafa’s impact was diminishing, and for HTG to turn this around, they still had to rely on their carries… or pray for a godlike engage from their support.
The live fan vote on the big screen was also shifting. After some fluctuation, PNG’s support rate gradually stabilized at around 55%.
Qing Ci knew exactly what the fans were thinking and voiced it for them. “Of course, HTG is very experienced at playing from behind—they’re not at the point of no return yet! Both teams’ bottom outer turrets are down, and Breathe and Style are grouping toward mid—”
“But a straight-up teamfight against PNG right now clearly isn’t realistic. HTG is trying to create farming space for Style. He’s at 191 CS now, with very luxurious items!”
PNG immediately read HTG’s intentions and didn’t slack off either—vision control around the Baron pit never stopped.
The stalemate dragged on. By 19:30, HTG had only their inhibitor turrets left in both side lanes. If not for grouping mid to defend that precious vision, their mid outer turret would’ve been on the verge of collapse already.
At exactly 20:00, Baron Nashor’s roar echoed through the Rift.
Yet HTG, who had been pinning all their hopes on this moment, suddenly fell silent—no move at all.
“HTG doesn’t dare to start Baron—PNG’s vision is just too good!”
Chao Mi explained. “PNG has the advantage and won’t rush Baron either, so both sides are locked in a standoff! But PNG’s wave management is clearly more mature—especially with Wind and Myerii holding onto their Teleports so carefully! They’re running a 1-3-1 split across top and bot. HTG doesn’t even dare to start a 4v3 in mid, with Cloud lurking nearby!”
“And Guesz can’t abandon his team to catch the top wave either—because in a 3v3 HTG has no advantage, and in a 5v5 they have even less!”
Qing Ci voiced his concern. “PNG’s macro once they get a lead is just too polished. This is terrible news for HTG. Even Myerii, who got beaten badly early on, has caught up in farm! And Wind—don’t even get me started. He’s free-farming right now. Who dares to deal with him?? One person can’t beat him, two can’t hold him, and if three go mid to catch him, HTG will definitely lose something elsewhere!”
“The vision value of mid outer turret is just too crucial—especially when HTG can’t get vision out at all! If that tower falls, it’ll be extremely hard for HTG to contest the upcoming dragon fights!”
HTG themselves were painfully aware of their awkward position. The only silver lining was that PNG hadn’t taken Baron either—if they could just win one good teamfight, there was still a chance.
“Style, how much longer?”
“Give me a bit more time—”
The entire teamfight win condition rested on their marksman. Right now, You Guangji wished he could dig up every blade of grass in the river for extra gold. “Two hundred short of crit bow. And I need one more magic resist item.”
In the current meta, for a marksman to deal damage, the three core tools—attack speed blade [King’s Blade], armor-penetration bow [Outlaw Piercing Bow], and crit bow [Dragonfang Slayer]—were all indispensable. Under heavy pressure this game, You Guangji’s build was actually faster than usual; he’d exhausted every option to sneak farm. The cost, however, was that at 20 minutes he still hadn’t completed his first defensive item—just a small piece of magic resist.
“Alright,” Guesz said, forcing down his impatience. “I’ll open the passive shop and buy it for you later. Don’t recall.”
“Got it.”
“HTG is still waiting on Style’s items. Going into a fight without magic resist is basically feeding Wind. Even if White Bird has self-peel in his kit, it’s not enough!”
The commentators, watching both teams’ movements, grew increasingly anxious. “But—time waits for no one!”
At 23:19, HTG’s inner top turret fell.
Less than ten seconds later, the bottom lane followed.
Commentator: “Trading both side lanes for a chance at Baron—HTG’s decision here… I honestly don’t know how to judge it. But if they still don’t look for a fight now, they’re really just going to let PNG walk straight onto the high ground for free!!”
Finally, HTG got You Guangji’s magic resist item.
They methodically cleared the side waves, then quickly grouped around the Baron pit. PNG arrived just as fast from the other side.
For HTG, this fight was essentially an all-in, one last push. From here on out, it would only be diminishing returns—each fight offering less and less hope.
When the crucial teamfight broke out, Yu Ze shone. He found a perfect angle and went in with an R-Flash engage—
“—Such a shame, such a shame! Erllit’s ward placement was razor-sharp—he spotted Breathe at the very last moment! Wind and Cloud reacted instantly, and [R – Revitalizing Gale] didn’t catch them!!” the commentatorlamented.
Lin Zhaoxu instinctively sensed the danger and wanted to Flash too—but he held it.
Teammates’ Flashes were expendable; his wasn’t. Soul-Piercing Spear was a trash hero with only one escape tool. Being rooted by Spirit of the Forest wasn’t the deadliest thing—his Flash had to be saved for the much scarier ram.
[????]
[What kind of reactions are these from mid and jungle??? Pure reflexes? Zero hesitation at all!]
[I’m dying laughing—postgame they HAVE to interview the rest of PNG. What’s it like getting hit by this ult when your teammates can all Flash it?]
[ You’re making them sound really dumb (lol)]
This instinctive R-Flash that could’ve won HTG the fight only hit three people in the end—but that was enough.
Guesz blew the horn of his ultimate at the same time.
Yu Ze got so excited he almost smashed his keycaps. “Go go go—caught the AD!!”
“AD AD AD AD—damn it, how many people are looking at the AD?!”
“Where’s the ram—ram him!”
“I AM ramming him!! He still has Flash!!”
“Radiant, Radiant—watch her ult—holy shit you got hit by that too, are you stupid?!”
“Mage! Mage—watch Style’s Fran position!”
You Guangji: “Help help help—!!”
[PNG_Wind (Phantom Trickster) has slain HTG_Style (White Bird)!]
[PNG_Wind is Dominating!]
Hearing the announcement, Lin Zhaoxu was overjoyed. “Holy shit, I actually lived longer than him!!!”
All that patience and farming wasn’t for nothing!! This fight, he had to pump out tons of damage—right—
[HTG_Boring (Kaelos Blade) has slain PNG_Mior (Soul-Piercing Spear)!]
Lin Zhaoxu: CNM!
“Mior, try to survive…!”
The commentator glanced up and almost burst out laughing. “Oh my—!! Still couldn’t survive! HTG’s focus fire was lightning-fast. I’m starting to wonder if both marksmen have spotlights on their heads—no matter how well they hide, they get found instantly! That’s one of the weaknesses of hard-engage comps: when your frontline dives in, there’s naturally less protection left for the backline!”
“And this is also where assassin mages struggle. If it were a true control mage, or a long-range poke assassin like Aeria, they could protect the marksman from the backline. Right now, both PNG’s and HTG’s comps are extremely unfriendly to their marksmen!”
But whether Lin Zhaoxu and You Guangji liked it or not, in a game where the enemy mid lane was a shark, all they could say was: “Do our best in teamfights.”
Their deaths also acted like a signal. PNG’s composition wasn’t great at starting fights, but their counter-engage was terrifying. At the critical moment, Wei Ye finally redeemed himself—swinging his bear claws through the crowd to suplex Feng Yi out.
[PNG_Myerii (Thunderfury) has slain HTG_Boring (Kaelos Blade)!]
“AWOO—!!”
He howled along in excitement.
With both carries down, the outcome of the teamfight became clear.
HTG could only retreat in disarray, while PNG surged forward like a breaking tide.
After turning to finish Baron, the five of them grouped and marched up the high ground, successfully ending the game at 27 minutes.
The moment the nexus fell, players on both sides let out a long breath. Only then did they realize their temples were slick with cold sweat.
“Congratulations to PNG—1:0, they take the first game!”
Chao Mi was equally thrilled. “This match was insanely exciting. Even though it wasn’t long, the twists and turns were relentless—you really couldn’t say who would win until the very last moment!”
The commentators kept talking animatedly on the desk, while streams and forums in other languages exploded with messages. The impression these two teams left was simply unforgettable. Perhaps from today onward, every other region in the world needed to take a fresh look at this team called PNG.
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