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The victory screen flashed before the match tir even reached the halfway mark.
"..."
Silence.
An eerie, total silence descended across the iconic tlife Stadium.
Even the comntators were left speechless for a few monts.
They looked at the ti, and they felt even more flabbergasted.
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"My God...!!!"
"14 minutes! 14 actual minutes to finish the Warstar RPG World Championship final, what a freaking ga!" The comntators finally recovered from their montary shock as they raved about the Chinese display.
"Utter domination!"
"Utter humiliation, what a ga!"
"Ladies and gentlen..., this is Warstar!"
"The only video ga in the world sophisticated enough to enable skill reflect in its full glory so evidently, what a spectacle it was!"
"Befitting of the penultimate ga of the World Championship!"
"U.S.A decimated, ng Yu Wa and his China sainted!"
"They are now Immortals!"
"ng Wu Ya and his teammates, their na is forever entrenched in the history of the first edition of the Warstar RPG World Championship!"
While the comntators raved, the fans finally recovered.
Most of them were still in shock. So cheered, others simply sat in stunned silence; this wasn’t a battle, this was a f*cking execution!
At so point, even the usually fluent and eloquent comntators struggled to put in the right words to describe what they just witnessed.
Team China didn’t just win, they annihilated the hosts, Team U.S.A, not giving a damn about their status.
They were ruthless and competitive, relentless till the end.
It was so ti already since the victory screen flashed but the pro players were yet to co out of their gaming booths. Not giving a damn about their emotional state, the cara cut to the Team U.S.A players without rcy.
So shook their heads in disbelief, others sat motionless, staring at their screens with hollow eyes, unable to process what just happened.
But the real focus was on Team China’s Blademaster, the Captain, ng Wu Ya. The handso Chinese was as composed as ever, barely acknowledging the destruction that he just unleashed in the ga.
He didn’t celebrate even as his teammates celebrated around him, neither did he smile. But there was a subtle hint of a smirk on his face.
Clearly, even he was giddy at this achievent.
But the comntators misread his composed deanor though. "God ng Wu Ya, the King of Warstar!"
"I once heard that there’s a Godfather of Warstar sowhere in England, f*ck that, this is the real Godfather!"
"Just see the look on his face. To him, this wasn’t a challenge at all".
"This was just another step towards absolute victory!"
This was ng Wu Ya’s mont and he was not polite, he basked in it even as he and his teammates finally ca out of the gaming booth.
A few minutes later...
The arena was electric with the energy of thousands of roaring fans.
Spotlights danced across the stage, illuminating the massive championship trophy, an imposing structure of gleaming obsidian and radiant gold, crowned with a swirling core of arcane energy.
The tournant’s grand stage, now set for the award ceremony was a spectacle of flashing lights, cascading fireworks, and dramatic orchestral music.
The comntators’ voices bood across the tlife Stadium, recapping the tournant’s most unforgettable monts from day 1, Dain Ironvalor’s unbreakable defense, Team U.S.A Psychics’ mind-warping abilities that led to the upset against Team Japan, and then ng Wu Ya’s absolute domination.
All of it was morable.
And now, it was ti to honor the warriors who fought to the very end.
"3rd position, Team England".
As the announcer called their na, Team England who were dressed in casual clothes today stepped into the podium, earning their rightful place as the tournant’s third-place finishers.
There was no third-place battle, the third-place finisher was decided through certain paraters that are set by the Warstar World Championship committee, and they were the ones who choose Team England ahead of Team Japan as the third-place finishers.
Gabriel, Team England’s indomitable captain led the team forward, standing tall despite the bruises of battle that he sustained in this tournant.
Watching them climb the stage, the crowd erupted in respect.
Team England had fought like warriors across their 1st and 2nd round battles, refusing to back down even against impossible odds.
Replays of their epic duels flashed across the big screen, showing their fire, resilience, and their never-say-die spirit.
Captain Gabriel was given the opportunity to say a few words to the fans after their bronze dals were handed to them.
Facing the cara, he smiled apologetically. "To our fans back ho, sorry we could not bring ho the big trophy".
"But I promise you, next season, we’ll definitely bring it ho!" He grinned.
"We may not have won today, but we will return!"
After team England, Team U.S.A stepped onto the second-highest podium, their silver dals glinting under the stadium lights.
Though their final battle ended in brutal defeat, they had fought their way to the grand finals cleverly with skill, precision, and strategy.
The were deserving of respect.
The 2 Psychic controllers stood side by side, their expressions unreadable. The Blademaster controller despite suffering a humbling loss against ng Wu Ya remained composed, his mind already replaying the match, analyzing every move.
Afterall, they were professional eSports players.
The chanic controller, Team U.S.A’s captain exchanged quiet words with the Cleric controller, acknowledging the battles that they survived.
As the silver dals were placed around their necks, the crowd roared in appreciation. They may have fallen in the final, but they definitely pushed further than most could ever dream of in this tournant.
They accepted their fate with pride.
For U.S.A, a country that was a relatively new adopter of the revolutionary video ga, Warstar, making it all the way to the final was a big achievent.
And then, the mont that the world has been waiting for...
The stadium lights dimd for a brief mont, and when they flashed back on, the golden spotlights landed on Team China, the victors.
The undisputed champions. World champions.
The music swelled to a triumphant crescendo as they stepped onto the highest podium, their gold dals shimring like crowns of glory.
The crowd was deafening, chanting their nas, their cheers echoing across the entire arena.
At the center of it all stood the Blademaster controller, ng Wu Ya.
His expression remained unreadable, his eyes cold and calculating, as if this was rely an inevitability, as if there was never any doubt in him standing in this podium from the beginning of the tournant.
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Sowhere in Birmingham City, England...
"Pretentious!" Aria grumbled angrily. "So f*cking pretentious, and he’s not even the best Blademaster! If he’s so good, let him co PK with !"
"Hehe," Benjamin chuckled in a good-natured manner. "He reminds of my peak; his aura is not quite as peak as mine was though".
Genevieve sighed in exasperation, glaring at him.
In silence, from the monitor, Noah listened as everything transpired, for the first ti in a while lanting why he was stuck in the ga and could not witness everything that was happening normally.
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tlife Stadium, New Jersey, U.S.A...
Under the spotlights of a whole generation of Warstar-playing fans, ng Wu Ya stepped forward, his gloved hands gripping the trophy’s base and with a single effortless motion, he lifted it high above his head.
BOOM!
The entire arena exploded into pure euphoria.
Fireworks burst across the sky, golden confetti rained down, and the tournant’s anthem roared through the speakers.
ng Wu Ya’s teammates stood beside him, their faces reflecting relief, triumph, and pride.
The Summoner controller raised a fist, the Launcher grinned and pumped his arms in victory, while the Elentalist and Cleric controllers exchanged knowing glances, basking in the mont.
They enjoyed it in their own various ways.
At that mont, they were untouchable. They were legends.
The caras flashed, the world watched, and the history books were written.
This was their coronation.
They are the Kings of the arena.
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