He was once the triple crown legend of King of Glory and was known as the "End of the Shooter"!
In order to save the child, a trafficker cut off his right hand and cut off his path to the top.
Team Xingyu fell out of favor and signed a new star, taunting loudly and loudly: "You loser, don't occupy the latrine and don't shit!"
The snow was falling on a cold night. In the corner cafe, he looked at the sixteen rusty national flags on his account. The glory of the past was as cold as ashes.
A message broke the silence - the strongest national server confrontation lane on the entire network, his best friend, sent a long-lost greeting.
After learning about his brother's humiliation, his best friend angrily opened the virtual table:
"Those bastards! I will form a team with you, kill through the secondary leagues, and target the KPL!"
He smiled bitterly: "But you hate professional competitions the most..."
The best friend's eyes were dark, and he dropped a bomb that had been buried for four years:
"If I say that I hated professional leagues back then..."
"... Only because on that damn stage, stands your allegiance - Xingyu!"
The crippled wrist throbbed.
The pent-up anger was burning.
The brother's declaration is Mars:
"Eighty million tickets are nothing! You boys in the secondary league, wash your necks and wait!"
"The Archer's End is back..."
This time, they will use the remains of the team as a ladder, step on the contempt and betrayal of their old enemies, and declare to the world that their king is back!
