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In the director's camera, Zhang Menglong's face was calm, his left hand holding a milk tea which he leisurely poured into his own mouth, while his right hand stood in stark contrast to his left.

Zhang Menglong's keyboard was placed vertically, close together with the mouse, making it possible for one hand to span both the keyboard and the mouse. He used his right hand's ring finger and pinky to operate the mouse while the remaining three fingers took care of the keyboard, creating a blur of fast-moving fingers due to the high-speed operation.

"Operating the keyboard and mouse with one hand, those fingers are wasted if not playing the piano!"

"Lang Lang would feel offended."

"Damn, even Kato Taka would cry if he saw this! So terrifying, so terrifying!"

"Could this be the legendary Great Desolation Imprisoning Heaven Finger?"

"This is the true definition of a keyboard warrior. If anyone were to clash with Zhang online, they'd definitely die miserably!"

Zhang Menglong was like a real assassin. Whenever he appeared on that lane, the opponent had to give up crucial life-saving skills the first time, and by the second appearance, they were doomed!

The Lsp team was unstoppable, and just as the competition reached a critical moment, suddenly, the game was paused.

"What's the matter? Did the power get cut?"

"Is someone secretly turning off the power?"

"Damn, shameless, Time-Space team?"

"Could it be that Qingqiu Country can't stand losing?"

Instantly, there was a buzz of discussion among the audience, and the camera zoomed in on the players on the field. The players from the sk2 team looked bewildered, indicating it wasn't they who called for the pause, while the Lsp team players looked around at each other, equally clueless about what had happened.

"What happened?" the referee immediately went onto the field, "Who called for the pause?"

"It was me, I called for the pause," Zhang Menglong raised his hand.

"What's the situation? You didn't get a cramp from moving your hands too fast, did you?"

"It's possible. Many professional players have to retire because of hand conditions. Who can bear such high-intensity operations?"

"No, look! Zhang's keyboard is smoking!"

"Holy cow! My buddies and I are shocked. Did that keyboard just explode?"

"Sorry, Ref, my keyboard seems to have broken," Zhang Menglong lifted the faulty keyboard.

"Tech, come and take a look!" the referee immediately called for the onsite hardware technician.

The technician picked up the keyboard and after looking at it for a moment, his expression froze, "This... This is impossible!"

"What's up? What's wrong with this keyboard?"

"The keyboard malfunctioned because it was overloaded beyond its response capacity. The maximum theoretical APM that this keyboard can handle is about 720, which is an operation intensity of 12 times per second. Currently, the highest recorded APM for any player hasn't exceeded 400, this..."

"Wow!" The crowd gasped in amazement.

"An APM limit of 720? Did Zhang's operation exceed 700 APM? Has he turned his fingers into spirits?"

"I don't know what his APM is, I can't even see how his fingers were moving."

"All my life, this is the first time I've heard of someone overloading a keyboard."

"..."

"Ouch!"...

"Am I really that fast with my hands?" Zhang Menglong was slightly surprised himself. He remembered that his last test hadn't shown such high numbers—could it be that his skill level in "Three Elements Unite" had increased, improving his hand speed as well?

"Damn! Showing off?"

"Let me translate what Zhang said: I'm not even interested in having such fast hand speed, I don't even know I could be that fast!"

"Zhang's girlfriend is really lucky!"

"That ghs one, the internet is not outside the law!"

"Bro, your account is gone!"

...

Soon, a new keyboard was brought in, and the match continued. Although there had been a few minutes of rest, SK2 was still in a dazed state, and in just a few minutes, their team's economy had fallen behind by over ten thousand!

No matter how good the skills are, under such a huge economic disadvantage, a beating is inevitable, except for one team that never gets wiped out. During the thirteen-minute first team fight, the LSP team achieved a total wipeout and then flattened the base even before the dragon had spawned.

"Is it over?"

"That's it? Ended in 18 minutes?"

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"I had barely taken off my pants and you showed me this?"

"Thought they were so great, aren't they the ones who hype themselves up online as though they're invincible gods?"

...

"Mr. Zhang, I think you owe us an explanation!" Fox stormed into the LSP team's resting room, fuming.

"What explanation? What did I do?" Zhang Menglong looked innocent.

"We already warned your team before the match, so why did you still use such humiliating tactics?"

"I did as you said," Zhang Menglong replied, "You told me to use my hands, didn't I use my hands?"

"But we didn't say to use only one hand!" Fox roared.

"You didn't say I couldn't use just one hand either," Zhang Menglong spread his hands, "And it's not like I did it on purpose to use just one hand. You saw it, my other hand wasn't idle, I was drinking milk tea!"

"Drinking milk tea over competing in a match, is milk tea really more important?"

"Of course, how could the importance of a match compare to that of milk tea?" Zhang Menglong said, "If I drink it after the match, it would get cold and wouldn't taste good. Would you like a cup? Signature soy milk Jade Kirin, Mr. Fox, you definitely can't get this in your country!"

"You..."

"Me?"

"I'm going to disqualify you!"

"Fine, then I'll withdraw all sponsorships and prizes from this match, and you can find someone else to take over! I'm not running this match!"

"You...." Fox was so angry he almost had an asthma attack.

If this were a regular Olympics, who would dare to speak to him like this?

But this time, Zhang Menglong was the money-big-daddy. All the facilities and prizes, anything involving money, were sponsored by him. If he withdrew his funding, these Esports Olympics couldn't continue. Would the Sports Commission really let him off?

"Hong Yi, help me send a message to the Sports Commission. I'm very dissatisfied with the person they've sent, and if I see him in the next Esports Olympics, I won't spare a single penny!"

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, I'll call the chairman of the Sports Commission right away!"

"Mr. Zhang, I....." Fox had always been arrogant. He had almost forgotten that Zhang Menglong was not just a regular player, but the organizer of this match. Without him, there would be no match. He was actually threatening to cancel Zhang Menglong's qualification—was he in the late stages of Parkinson's?

"Get lost!"

...

After two matches of being dominated, the entire SK2 team's spirit was nearly broken. All five players wore the Mask of Pain, still convinced this match held no surprises; the only question was whether Zhang Menglong was going to play with his feet or just one hand!

Zhang Menglong took his seat, put one foot on the table, held up a cup of milk tea, and laid back, "Come on, this time I'll just use one foot!"

...

"The LSP team has now blocked SK2's fountain entrance; they're starting to spawn camp!"

"The SK2 team players are anxious, but they simply can't come out—coming out means certain death!"

"They can only watch helplessly as LSP's super minions flatten their crystal."

"They are truly miserable. If Heaven hadn't blessed Zhang Menglong, the Esports Olympics would be eternally bleak!"

"Let's congratulate Huaxia's LSP team on winning the gold medal in the League of Legends event at this Esports Olympics, and give the silver medalists from Qingqiu Country, the SK2 team, the same applause!"

...

Amidst the earth-shattering applause, Zhang Menglong calmly put down his headset: "Esports is really interesting!"