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"It's a fake match!"

"It's a fake match!"

"It's a fake match!"

The unified voices of thousands of people in the stadium resounded like thunder!

It even drowned out the passionate game battle songs in the venue!

Because the Kunlun team won so confusingly in the last game and the Holy Wars team lost so ridiculously, the audience in the stadium is now angry!

The audiences who are willing to buy tickets to watch the KPL game are all die-hard fans of the King of Glory!

They were here to watch a showdown between the top players!

But what am I watching now?

I watched a Teletubbies War!

So the audience is protesting now!

The voices of "match-fixing" were getting louder and louder, and there were signs of things getting out of control on the field!

At this moment in the competition seats, Ming Shao and Zhou Changming were both confused!

Ming Shao: "Won?"

Zhou Changming: "The other side's crystal exploded! Aren't you sure you've won?"

Ming Shao: "How do we win?"

Zhou Changming: "We are so good, shouldn't we win?"

The other three professional players of the Kunlun team looked at the two of them with eyes that were as sharp as knives!

They were able to win with these two losers, even though they had to thank the Jihad players for their poor performance this time, but what they wanted to thank most was God’s favor!

Apart from God's help, they really couldn't think of any magical power that could bring this game back to life!

These two idiots directly gave the opponent a super god in the early stage. Now the whole team has died 23 times in total, and Ming Shao and Zhou Changming have given away 20 heads.

In the last wave when the team was wiped out, all three of them used their flash to rush straight to the opposite highland crystal!

While they desperately held back the opponent's resurrected player and forcibly pushed down the crystal, these two idiots were still in the jungle area fighting for a blue buff and insulting and cursing each other in the team voice chat...

For the three players of the Kunlun team, this game was simply a nightmare that they could not bear to look back on!

"Now please welcome the players from both teams!"

The host gritted his teeth and continued with the process.

The players from the Kunlun team and the Jihad team walked onto the podium one after another.

"Holy Wars! Match-fixing!"

"Holy Wars! Match-fixing!"

"Holy Wars! Match-fixing!"

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The shouts from the stadium audience grew louder and louder.

"The match just now was really... really unexpected!" The host began to try to smooth things over.

"The game was full of ups and downs, with many surprises, and the ending was also... unexpected..."

The host was halfway through his speech when he ran out of words and couldn't continue.

He was looking anxiously towards the backstage when suddenly a figure rushed in front of him and snatched his microphone!

Young Master Ming is very angry!

KPL is the most authoritative competition in King of Glory. If he can win the competition, he can brag about it in his circle for ten years!

But now the audience actually said that he was able to win because the opponent was fixing the game!

This is so insulting!

"Who the hell is rigged? Do you have eyes? The rubbish from the Jihad team is rigged! Can I beat them with one hand and eyes closed?"

Ming Shao took the microphone and started the group attack mode!

"Don't be so insulting! The Jihad Team is a bunch of stinking garbage. What you saw is their real operation. I'm saying this today. If they fight again next time, I will beat them completely!"

"If another team said that, I wouldn't be so angry! Are the stinking players from a stinking company like the Holy Wars worthy enough to play a fake match with me?"

"You can scold the rubbish Jihad team, because they are stinking rubbish! But don't take our Kunlun team with you!"

"Oh right! Holy Wars, you guys are so bad I doubt you're professional players! Are you here to make keys? Make as many as you can!"

As he spoke, Young Master Ming handed the microphone to Zhou Changming.

Zhou Changming cooperated very well and took the microphone, saying calmly: "None of them are worthy!"

Ming Shao: "Hahaha! Nothing wrong! A bunch of younger brothers!"

Ming Shao and Zhou Changming were so blatantly performing a duet on the KPL battlefield, making the Holy War Team look ridiculous!

Although Young Master Ming was very honest in front of Qin Feng, this young master was actually a dissolute young master in Magic City!

What happened to the tens of thousands of spectators in the stadium?

What happened to the tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room?

I'm unhappy now, even the king will scold you in your face!

This is the temper of the rich young master in Shanghai!

Anyway, the Holy Wars are Brother Feng’s enemy, which means they are Young Master Ming’s enemy!

So there is nothing wrong with just scolding him in the face openly!

As for Zhou Changming, an ordinary game club would not take it seriously at all!

The voices of the entire audience suddenly stopped!

The host was stunned!

Because no one thought that there would be a player who would dare to grab the microphone from the host and curse at him during the KPL competition?

For the host, this is a sudden disaster in his career!

After Ming Shao finished cursing, he stuffed the microphone into the confused host's hands, and then led the Kunlun team to the backstage lounge.

The whole audience was silent, and the host took half a minute to come back to his senses!

"Ahem, starting players of the Jihad Team, come and say hello to the audience!" the host shouted in a daze.

The starting players of the Jihad Team, with faces that were either blue or white, walked over one by one with unnatural expressions.

"Holy Wars! Match-fixing!"

In the audience, another audience member who wanted to watch the fun shouted something.

The host, who was already confused, suddenly got nervous: "Holy Wars Team, did you guys fake the game?"

As soon as he asked this question, the host was stunned, surprised that he had said the wrong thing.

But now that the words have been spoken, it is impossible to take them back!

The members of the Jihad Team felt so frustrated at this moment!

This question is simply a death sentence for them!

They knew very well that they definitely did not fix the game!

But they themselves couldn't explain their performance in the previous round!

And the Kunlun team called them stinking trash!

If they don't admit to match-fixing, then they are really garbage!

If they admit to match-fixing, then the problem is even more serious...

"Let's see who is trash in the next round!"

The starting captain finally managed to say something harsh and led the team members to rush to the backstage lounge...

"What's going on, Xiao Ding? Did you have Parkinson's disease last game? All your big shots were used on the minions. Did you use your brain when playing games?"

As the Jihadists walked back to the lounge, they could no longer hold back their anger and began to blame each other.

"Don't talk about me! Just tell me how many times did you let the opponent's low health go in the last game? Did you wear glasses when playing the game?"

"And you, Xiao Liu! Don't you call yourself the jungle king? That pit guy on the opposite side is like a hot little prince. Can you let him steal your Baron? Do you know how to play jungle?"

"Shut up your pit! Wasn't that hot-tempered little prince pushed into the dragon pit by you? You knew I was killing the dragon, why did you push him in?"

"If I don't push him I will die. Is it wrong for me to push him?"

"If you don't call him a jerk, how can he kill you alone?"

"It's true that he's a badass, but he's also a reckless guy! Have you forgotten that he jumped over two towers just to get a low-health kill?"

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