90:9 In the finals, with 3 seconds left on the clock.
The star captain on the opposite side sneered at our rookie team member: "Beg for mercy, you loser."
I reached out and patted the guy's shoulder gently.
The next second, the blood bar above his head was instantly cleared.
[System prompt: The player "Lone Wolf" has died and cannot be resurrected.
The whole server was in an uproar, and the 90,000 spectators exploded on the spot.
Everyone is searching frantically: Who is this rookie named Cheng Rusong?
They don't know that I am not only the hidden boss of the holographic sports suit, but also the only resurrection point for all players except myself.
E-sports giants offered me sky-high contracts, begging me to join, and game officials worked overtime overnight to try to weaken me——
But the sharpest sword in the world is in the hands of an immortal NPC.
On the field, I raised my hand again, and the five people across from me all collapsed to the ground.
"Coach, I want to play ball." I smiled at the camera.
The next second, the entire network was paralyzed.
