These protagonists backstage were unaware that the venue was already completely fired up outside.

The audience were all in their seats, and the invited stars had finished their warm up. They had moved on to the replay of that year’s Glory highlights.

The naked-eye 3D special effects seemed to move the entire Glory Canyon into the venue, leaving the audience so dazzled they kept screaming continuously.

It didn’t feel the same from the live broadcast room, but even the online viewers were enchanted by the beauty of this scene.

“Our competition zone has really put in a lot of effort!”

“This is a warm up for the globals.”

“Hosting the games in China was no easy feat. We naturally have to show off fiercely!”

After these wonderful special effects, the lens seemed to inadvertently land on the front row of the audience stands.

At first, the audience didn’t take it seriously and continued discussing amongst themselves. It wasn’t until someone saw the scene clearly and exclaimed in shock, “Yan, Yan…”

The live broadcast room could see it more clearly and directly exploded on the spot!

“Holy shit! Is the whole Team of Gods here?”

“Captain Yan! God Xie! Brother Kim! Scum Man Yuan!”

“The group photo of the century! For the rest of my life! F*ck!”

“Granny, come quickly, the CP you were chasing when you were young is sending out sugar ahhhhhh.”

The camera focused on the four former FTW starters who’d come to watch the game.

Sitting on the far left side of the VIP seats was Yan Jiang, who looked indifferent, his eyes cold as they swept across the camera.

Xie He sat to his right. He was leaning back in his chair, his thin body sinking into the seat, but his posture of crossing his arms over his chest was as arrogant as ever.

Kim Sung-hyun was to Xie He’s right. He sat upright, and his pale skin seemed to glow in the lights.

To the far right was Yuan Ze. He was the only one who was looking directly at the camera, and he even blinked, sending out a scum man wink that garnered him the screams from thousands of girls in the venue.

The four from the Team of Gods had come to watch the FTW national finals.

This may be something that old fans only dared to think about in their dreams.

They’d broken apart, split up, and wouldn’t come in contact even if they grew old and died.

But now…

There were people who really cried out aloud, and those whose hands shook as they typed.

“I don’t care, they all still love Close!”

“They must love him. The youngest Lulu, the youngest brother in the team, the Close who carried everything forward.”

“But they’re… won’t ever… won’t ever…” They couldn’t go back.

The competition committee really didn’t act human. They proceeded to put up a promotional film at this time.

Both teams had made promotional films according to their respective themes prior to the finals.

TPT’s theme was: born from insignificance, fighting to the peak.

A team from the very bottom, fighting all the way to the finals. TPT used their strength to tell everyone––as long as one had a dream, their future was infinite!

FTW was the exact opposite of TPT.

They were once the kings of their division, a team that had once been at the peak, but they’d been ripped into, fallen, and were left full of holes.

The man standing on the ruins welcomed a new partner, a second, a third, a fourth…

Only silhouettes could be seen in the promotional video, but viewers could tell who they were from the outlines.

The people who’d originally still been able to hold back their tears were completely unable to control themselves after watching this video.

Their tears burst out of their eyes, and the sound of crying tore out from their heart and lungs.

When FTW’s team logo showed up on the screen, the entire venue was boiling with emotion.

The five people with their backs to the audience stood shoulder to shoulder. Five FTW marked figures came together to make a new team declaration––

The sun was bright, and glory was infinite!

The promotional films ended, and the words ‘FTW vs TPT’ hung suspended in mid-air.

This short silence was followed by even more exciting special effects.

Holographic projections of all 11 professions in Glory appeared in the arena, followed by their corresponding 145 talents.

Countless heroes appeared in the venue filled with 30,000 people, making the players all scream repeatedly.

The audience in the live broadcast room were all green with envy. “If I’d known it would be so wonderful, Laozi would’ve gone to the arena in person even if it meant that I lost my fortune!”

“Snatching up tickets, snatching up tickets! Start snatching up tickets for the global finals right now!”

“Is there a bigger venue than this? 30,000 people is too few!”

Some members of the audience had sharp eyes and captured the details. “Look over there at the Team of Gods!”

“It’s distressing, old fans…”

It definitely wasn’t a coincidence and had to be a purposeful arrangement. A team of heroes from the 145 scattered in the huge arena just happened to appear beside the Team of Gods.

Yuan Ze’s medicine warlock, Xie He’s immortal warlock, Yuan Ze’s death knight, Kim Sung-hyun’s gold hunter.

And… the shadow thief who stood beside the top-laner’s seat on the stage.

“This is the motherf*cking Team of Gods line-up that won the global championship!”

“It turns out that everyone remembers…”

Three years ago, the five people shrouded in brilliant glory had won the globals with these five heroes!

Unquestionable strength, well-deserved champions.

Their brilliance had long been recorded in history.

Having the old Team of Gods reunite in this way was enough to defeat the tear glands of many fans, causing them to shed tears endlessly.

Not only was this a professional player’s dream, it was also the blood, sweat, and youth of countless casual players!

As the venue darkened again, the 145 heroes turned into stars that finally gathered together on the central stage.

The battle song began, and the players entered the stage.

The past was gone, and the future was something to look forward to.

The new FTW was as bright as the scorching sun!

Tonight was a carnival for the China competition zone, an exchange between the past and the future, a farewell, and a brand new start!

After the host’s sonorous and powerful team introduction, the curtains finally lifted on this final chapter of the season.

FTW vs TPT.

Who would be the winner?!

The contestants settled in and debugged their equipment. The referees checked it over…

The process was no different between the finals and normal competitions, but there were more spectators, the venue was more heated, and the passionate gazes coming from all directions made people’s fingers feel soft.

Wei Xiao moved his fingertips and tested out the mic. “It really doesn’t feel the same when there’s more people.”

Brother Cai: “Nonsense.”

Wei Xiao: “Come on, Brother Ning, crunch!”

Yue Wenle was quite rigid. “Crunch.”

Ning Zhehan abruptly burst out laughing.

When Chen Feng put on his headset, he was greeted with this childish dialogue from immature little children.

Alright, then…

To be able to be so childish during this kind of competition setting was also a type of skill.

“Are you all ready?” It was their captain who spoke up.

The four little ones yelled, “We’re ready!”

BP began. The banned and selected talents were chosen quickly.

There wasn’t much to worry about in the first match. They just had to play and be done with it.

If they’d prepared enough, done enough training, put in enough blood and tears in exchange for strength, then all they needed was just to let loose and play!

FTW had studied TPT deeply.

As the team that liked routines the most, their talent pool was very deep.

There was no need to mention Fu Li and Eurostar; regardless of whether it was assassin mages or fortress mages, heavy DPS or high agility, both people had their own strong talents.

Because they had these two bright stars, the remaining TPT players didn’t seem to have any special characteristics. However, ignoring them would mean losing half the battle against TPT even at the start.

Eurostar was the target and their core in the later stage.

Fu Li was the multi-purpose oil that moved the machine.

But the remaining three were important parts of this TPT machine.

Their top-laner Wei Ji was an old player who’d followed TPT from the trenches to the finals. Born from insignificance, fighting to the peak. He was such a case, a player who’d gone up step by step, going from nothingness to the peak!

Their jungler, Zhuang Ruishi, came from the same era as Wei Xiao. Two years ago, Wei Xiao had been too dazzling in the youth training camp and covered up the light of countless people, of which Zhuang Ruishi was one.

They were both junglers who’d started with the shadow thief. But his achievements, which should have shone brightly, had been overshadowed by Wei Xiao until they became nothing in comparison.

After that, Wei Xiao had left the professional circle. Zhuang Ruishi had bounced around many clubs before finally finding a firm foothold with TPT one year later.

His sharp edges had faded, and what was left was rock-solid faith!

Their support player Du Yi was TPT’s former captain and their original mid-laner.

Later, Fu Li joined the team, and the two spent time training together before Du Yi resolutely dropped his position as captain and mid-laner, entrusting both to Fu Li, who was two years younger than him.

Fu Li had told him at the time, “Believe in me. I will definitely lead you all to victory.”

Now, they stood on the stage of the national finals!

From the bottom of the pack to the highest stage in China, they were now only one step away from being the champions!

The BP ended and the match began.

Little Ning took the butterfly warlock, and Fu Li took the demonic mage.

Neither side was subtle; they took out big moves for this start of the match. Both of these mid-laners were talents that were strong DPS dealers.

Wei Xiao: “Guard the first wave of soldiers and wait for me to come back.”

Ning Zhehan: “Got it!”

Taking the butterfly warlock as a mid lane talent meant that they had to hammer the other side’s demonic mage until he collapsed in the early stages. Otherwise, he would be stabbed to death by his magic beams in the later stages.

Wei Xiao breathed in lightly and started attacking the first blue daddy.

Starting with the blue buff was a standard routine for hidden thieves.

What made it a standard routine?

Anything that could be easily guessed was a standard routine.

But Wei Xiao still chose to start with the blue buff. Why was that?

Because the blue buff was near the top lane, and the top lane held Close. Would TPT dare to come stir up trouble?

As it turned out, TPT did dare.

Fu Li gave out orders, and Zhuang Ruishi approached FTW’s blue jungle zone.

The audience could see it clearly with their god’s perspective. “The hidden thief will suffer if it loses the blue buff in the early stages.”

“Zhuang Ruishi came on his own. Wei Xiao won’t back down, right?”

“The problem is that Wei Xiao doesn’t have vision. How would he know that Zhuang Ruishi’s there on his own?”

This was meticulous planning on TPT’s part. Zhuang Ruishi went down to his opponent’s jungle zone on his own. Their support was clearly in the bottom lane, but he hadn’t revealed himself to Bai Cai and Yue Wenle.

Once Zhuang Ruishi appeared, Wei Xiao would have to act cautiously.

He couldn’t know for sure if Zhuang Ruishi was on his own or coming over with support.

If it was one person, he could still force a fight. But if there were two, then he might lose both his blue daddy and give the other side a First Blood, which would be a great loss.

As he was still thinking, Lu Feng’s voice rang out in his ear, “Little Xiao, attack.”

Wei Xiao was startled back to his senses and didn’t hesitate at all as he gave up on the blue daddy and tossed a set of skills onto Zhuang Ruishi’s body.

The audience was surprised, “He’s so reckless!”

“Look at the top lane!”

Why had Lu Feng dared to have Wei Xiao attack Zhuang Ruishi? It was because he’d first forced Wei Ji to the limit. If TPT didn’t support their top-laner, then Wei Ji would die.

At the same time, Wei Xiao went up to tear into Zhuang Ruishi. How would TPT choose when stuck between a rock and a hard place?