There is a fucking mole in the system!

RA High Ground.

At this moment, Luo Ji was savoring the ultimate euphoria known as the Hullbreaker.

"One hit, two hits, three hits, proc the crit—oh wait, didn't bring that rune."

"Doesn't matter."

"Keep going: one hit, two hits, three hits, then toss out a Q to clear the newly spawned wave."

"Bang~"

The high ground turret was down~

A 20% damage boost to turrets from the champion himself, plus a 200% damage boost to turrets from nearby minions, combined with up to 180 armor granted to those minions—these were the stats the Hullbreaker provided back then.

Many people didn't quite understand what kind of concept that was.

Let's put it this way.

In that version, if the enemy top laner built a Hullbreaker and nobody on your side went to stop them, then...

A champion with fast tower-taking capabilities could escort a single cannon minion all the way to the inhibitor turrets. Furthermore, the Hullbreaker back then granted a 20% damage increase on every single basic attack.

Unlike the current Hullbreaker, which only gives bonus damage on the fifth attack.

Although the overall damage output was balanced, having it on every attack versus the fifth attack separated heroes who built Hullbreaker into entirely different tiers.

"I-Mu, someone is recalling."

"Understood, I'll shove the high ground turret and leave."

Just as Luo Ji finally delivered his final basic attack to take down the high ground turret, not far away, the recently recalled Zoe came tearing toward his location at full speed.

Even without eavesdropping on the enemy team's voice comms, Luo Ji could tell through his spiritual intuition that he was panicking.

Too lazy to waste time trading with the enemy, he retreated immediately upon noticing the incoming player, using a wall-dash to slip toward the mid lane.

Right!

Giving the enemy no opportunities whatsoever.

He carefully avoided giving them even the slightest chance to vent their frustration. Trading a Rift Herald for three bottom-lane turrets—no matter how you looked at it, this play left their pockets overflowing with gold.

RA was utterly disgusted.

"Damn it! Can't they just properly pick a spot and fight a teamfight with us?"

Iboy complained with a hint of irritation.

Teams like theirs, which specialized in fast-paced attack strategies, found playing against this kind of evasive, stalling style as agonizing as eating actual garbage.

Right now, Zoe had backed to base but failed to catch Graves. Leona and Kennan had just returned to town, and Leyan gave him token protection before diving straight back into the jungle.

There was no help for it.

Having wasted time without a teamfight breaking out, he could only miserably head back to the mid lane to farm.

At that exact moment, over the V5 team comms, Luo Ji's crisp and resounding voice rang out once again:

"Hey, hey, hey~ Can you hear me?"

"This is DJ Luo Ji. Next up, I need an orderly crowd~"

"Everyone, let's get hyped together, alright~"

"Music!"

The other four members of V5: ???

Just as they looked at Luo Ji with faces full of confusion, right in their ears, the humming melody of a Cantonese song began to play:

*The wind rises...*

No wait, the song starts!

*Prowling through the thick fog, silently searching for my path...*

*I can only hope to be lucky enough to cross paths with your footsteps on the road.*

*I want to see you again, merely wishing to bare my innermost thoughts...*

*Adoration.*

What kind of sorcery is this?!

While the rest were still dazed, right on screen, Luo Ji's Graves had already dashed over the wall from the bottom high ground, sneaking all the way to the vicinity of the mid lane.

Upon emerging from the jungle, he casually gifted Jinx two bullets as a welcoming present.

Iboy: "???"

Wait.

This is my jungle!

A two-item Graves bullying a one-and-a-half-item Jinx, while also holding a level advantage—even just two simple shots chunked nearly a quarter of Jinx's health bar.

"This damage..." Iboy gasped sharply.

"Pretty impressive, right? I raised him myself!" Cube piped up instantly.

"?"

"Are you actually feeling proud about this?"

However...

What Iboy didn't know was that just as he thought this was merely a probing poke from Graves and that he would back off right after, inside the V5 voice channel, the background music of *Stewardess Trap* began to build in intensity, right up until the split second before the drop:

*Truly captivated, as if caught in a snare, exploring this path of love...*

*Your breathtaking grace has already intoxicated me.*

Graves moved!

After firing two shots, Graves entered his reload animation. The empty-ammo phase was a window where Graves could not basic attack, which was also the moment when enemies tended to let their guard down the most.

As long as that precise timing was seized...

Then...

The very moment Jinx mustered the courage to step forward slightly to secure a minion last hit, he resolutely slid forward!

Time to throw hands!

Reload, E-Q-Flash-A-R.

Using the empty-ammo E-Q into the turret for an instant burst to cancel the reload recovery frames, flashing mid-slide to adjust positioning and avoid hitting minions, immediately following up with a basic attack into R [Collateral Damage].

The mechanics weren't difficult.

The key lay in the speed and execution frequency: fast was as smooth as Dove chocolate, slow was as awkward as getting stuck in a turnstile.

It was Iboy's first time facing Luo Ji's Graves head-on. From the start of the match until now, apart from noticing that his item build seemed like some troll strategy meant to annoy people, he hadn't seen him pull off any mechanically insane plays.

With almost zero preparation, Graves's sudden burst unloaded a full combo straight onto the Jinx he was piloting.

When he blinked back to reality, the screen before him had already plunged into a shade of gray, accompanied by the concluding explosion of [Collateral Damage].

V5丶Mebius killed RA丶Iboy.

Insta... insta-killed?!

Iboy's eyes widened instantly, filled with deep disbelief.

This mechanical proficiency...

Was this what their own top laner called "not particularly fierce"?

Holy crap!

There's a damn mole on the inside!!!

On the other side, as the elimination announcement echoed across the arena, the climax of the song swelled in the V5 team comms:

*I have fallen into the snare of love, yet you watch from outside the net, never releasing me...*

*You smile and gaze at me as if looking at your prey, my heart is already broken.*

Referees: !!!

The rest of the V5 players: !!!

The countless spectators watching the livestream: !!!

Solo-killing Iboy during a karaoke session?

Can this game even be played like this?

The staff members in particular exchanged glances after catching sight of Luo Ji's back.

"What's his composition?"

"Composition unknown."

"."

Outside the arena, countless spectators had already risen to their feet instinctively.

[So silky smooth?]

[Damn slick, so damn slick, didn't I say he was slick earlier, did y'all hear me?]

[Wait, where's the replay? Slow down this part of the replay, I need to take notes.]

[He looked so normal for the first dozen minutes, how did he suddenly become so cool out of nowhere?]

Breathtaking!

Incomparably breathtaking!

As mentioned before, the combo itself wasn't actually difficult; many people knew it. But knowing it and daring to execute it were two different things, because players often couldn't calculate whether the damage would be enough for a one-shot or if they would mess up mechanically.

For Luo Ji, however:

A mistake?

If he messed up, he messed up. Map objectives had just been cleared anyway, putting them right in a vacuum period for canyon resources. If he botched the mechanics, that was on him; he was still a rookie, so getting flamed came with a 30% damage reduction anyway—why chicken out?

Besides, a certain famous void god once proclaimed: "When you can make a play, you must make a play. A mistake just gets you flamed, but pulling off a flashy play turns you into a god."

Yeah.

Older brothers should just watch and not imitate; the consequences of blindly copying will only turn you into:

[When you can make a play, make it. Always playing safe, fighting only when ahead and refusing when behind—how are you supposed to improve your skills?] — said the 0-16 Yasuo.

In the V5 player booth, Karsa and the others completely lost it emotionally.

"666666!"

"Holy shit, you can flex like this too? Learned it, seriously learned it."

"I can't even imagine how popular this team comms clip is going to get once it leaks. I-Mu, bro, I've never begged anyone in my life, I'm only asking you for one favor: when you retire and open the Big Chi Manor, please make sure to include me!"

"Genius, do you know that? You're a damn genius!"

Although it was just a simple solo kill, the morale boost brought by the previous turret-stealing combined with this solo kill was something no amount of accumulated kill gold could rival.

"What's the plan? Keep creating opportunities for you to split-push?" Karsa's attitude became infinitely humble now that he had confirmed who the daddy of this match was.

"No, no, the enemy top laner is already far enough behind in gold. Let's use this opportunity to turn the tables and counter-attack."

Pinging the enemy backline, Luo Ji prepared to take the initiative this time.

League of Legends was a team game.

Why build Hullbreaker?

Aside from its overpowered stats, the most important thing was that having this item meant you posed a constant threat in the top lane, forcing someone to come deal with you. This indirectly helped your teammates in other lanes, neutralizing the "island effect" of the top lane.

Yet at the same time.

Once your teammates fed back into the top lane through coordinated pressure, creating split-pushing opportunities and fattening up Graves...

What needed to happen next was no longer letting Graves ride off into the sunset on a lonely road, but rather feeding that pressure back to his teammates in kind.

Meaning: joining teamfights!

Yes.

The income from three turrets, the farm from the orphan lane, the occasional forays into the enemy jungle—the crucial point was that he had never participated in a teamfight from the start of the game until now. All of the above meant that even with a 1/2 scoreline, Graves's gold and level remained the highest in the entire game.

While it wasn't quite absurd enough to have three full items yet...

Well...

The Hullbreaker, Shieldbow, and Merc Treads were already completed, and components for the Black Cleaver were built as well. This build might seem slightly lacking in burst compared to other setups, but at a point where RA members barely had an item and a half each, it felt somewhat invincible.

Of course.

Saying he was joining teamfights was one thing, but when walking out of the base, Luo Ji still instinctively headed toward the jungle.

Regardless of the situation, with a Hullbreaker equipped, walking alone remained his strongest form.

Joining a teamfight could mean front-line brawling, but it could also mean stabbing the enemy in the flank, or even sneaking around the back to deliver a surprise attack.

As long as he showed up, that was enough.

V5's regrouping movements naturally didn't escape RA's notice.

That was only natural.

Even though their AD carry had just been ambushed and killed, they currently held the Rift Herald. V5 had to feel pressured; if anyone was missing, dropping the Herald meant the mid outer turret would go straight down.

"They're grouping up."

"Keep an eye on Graves's position. That Graves of theirs is dangerous."

"Doesn't Graves lack Flash though?"

"Good question, but the problem is, I still can't beat him if I run into him."

Over at RA, the group fell into a rare disagreement over whether to force an engagement or not.

However, they quickly decided to find a way to take a head-on fight with V5.

The split-pushing pressure Graves exerted on them was simply too heavy.

Kennen was already struggling to handle Graves's damage in 1v1s. If you went to gank him, V5 had Jarvan IV for fierce forced engages on the front line; dragging it out any further would only be a slow death.

What's more...

Within their field of vision, Cube's Kennan had actually already begun crawling forward.

He was flanking.

Kennen was a hero capable of pulling a team out of the fire, and also someone who could completely whitewash an entire game's performance with a single ultimate. Hence why his ultimate earned the moniker [Ten Thousand Thunders Cleansing Light]; he knew what he was doing.

Timing the enemy's previous Herald teamfight to calculate when the enemy wards would expire, he waited until the exact moment those vision markers faded before stepping into the jungle.

This timing required his teammates to apply a bit of pressure from the front, forcing Ppgod into thinking they were about to fight and preventing him from immediately coming back to ward. That was how this blind spot would be exploited.

Just one good engage!

Right!

All they needed was one flawless Ten Thousand Thunders Cleansing Light, and everything would turn around~

He guessed that Graves wouldn't be able to rotate back quickly. That split-push-obsessed champion was probably heading toward his own side lane right now.

Be quick!

Take advantage of the enemy's numerical disadvantage!

Hit them hard when they least expect it!

Thus...

When Cube's Kennan successfully flanked along with his teammates' aggressive push, reaching the V5 side's upper jungle (F6) position, knowing that time was money, he hesitated no longer.

Flash was unleashed!

The moment he broke through the wall, his ultimate ability, [Ten Thousand Thunders Cleansing Light], was successfully cast!

Under the turret, the V5 group clearly hadn't expected a Kennan to pop out from there.

Xiaohu lacked Flash and couldn't escape the range. Rookie instinctively burned his Flash while reflexively dropping a W-wall in front of the turret, while Karsa moved faster than his brain, E-Qing forward out of the turret and without a moment's hesitation, using his ultimate to box in the nearest advancing Leona.

The old general's value continued to shine!

Only the bottom-lane Aphelios and Thresh genuinely failed to dodge Kennan's ultimate, getting stunned side by side under the tower.

"We're good!"

Cube's heart leapt with joy.

Don't look at how his ultimate only CC'd the enemy bot-lane duo; in reality, this ultimate also completely fractured V5's positioning.

As for the turret?

"Ding!"

Stopwatch performed its miraculous service once again!

As long as he waited for his teammates in the back to follow up with damage, he couldn't even imagine how they could possibly lose this teamfight. Entering Stasis with peace of mind, he finally redirected his attention back to the battlefield.

Viego was already waiting on the flanks for low-health targets; Leyan's "timing of entering the fray" still deserved affirmation.

Though the support Leona was trapped inside Jarvan's cataclysm, she quickly dashed out of the arena using her own Flash.

After all, Karsa's panic-driven E-Q into R had essentially been thrown just to escape his Ten Thousand Thunders Cleansing Light.

Moving further back...

Wait, where were his teammates positioned further back? Where on earth were their two big carries?

Where are you guys?!

You aren't even on Summoner's Rift!

Far away from where Cube could see, outside the game, the casters had already plunged into a frenzy.

In truth, this wasn't just Cube executing a flank.

Similarly, on V5's side, Luo Ji was also flanking.

Cube's idea had been quite bold, but what he hadn't anticipated was that Luo Ji had already reached peak farm and chosen this exact moment to emerge from the shadows.

So from the God's-eye perspective, the scene the audience witnessed was both top laners choosing to flank from different side-lane jungles.

At the exact microsecond Kennan flashed over the wall and popped his ultimate, Graves—arriving slightly later—charged straight out of the shadows, hammering two quick shotgun blasts into Jinx's spine.

Knowing that blind firing required laying down smoke first, Luo Ji casually tossed a smoke grenade toward Strive's Zoe nearby.

"Bury your head!"

The A-Q-E forward dash executed upon first contact unleashed massive damage onto Jinx. Facing the sudden flank from the top-lane Graves, Strive and Iboy were visibly too slow to react.

This guy...

Which corner or cranny did he pop out from?

And besides, none of that mattered now.

What mattered was that in this skirmish, the enemy backline had one member's vision completely cut off while the other was being relentlessly focused by Graves. By the time they reacted, Graves's threat was already imminent, leaving them with only two options: charge forward to group with teammates, or scatter immediately to fight for survival.

There was a third option—one-shotting Graves.

Only, looking at this Hullbreaker, Shieldbow, Merc Treads + Black Cleaver component Graves before them, how on earth were the two of them supposed to one-shot this fed Graves?

Thus, they prudently chose the latter option.

It wasn't that they didn't want to move forward, but ahead of them stood Karsa's Jarvan. Yet this dispersal meant that Cube—who had initiated a seemingly flawless teamfight—was effectively abandoned by his teammates.

Cube was left completely dumbfounded.

He had meticulously planned this flank, crawling forward with extreme caution, flashing into the fray with all spells committed—from any angle, this was an exemplary Ten Thousand Thunders Cleansing Light.

So why?

Why had a guy who had solo-farmed in isolation for nearly twenty minutes suddenly decided to participate in a teamfight right here? Were you running Kenbunshoku Haki to predict the future?!

Right now, his situation was utterly awkward.

No reinforcements, no rescue, no hope—it felt just like being at the Battle of Waterloo. Back then, Napoleon's reinforcements never arrived, while the allied Prussians reached the field first, and Napoleon lost.

Right now, this scene was strikingly similar.

Enemies on all sides.

And hope was quietly, imperceptibly fading away.