"5v5 hasn't even started, and our team is already broken up."
Swinging back and forth his arm that was sore from being dragged, Ji Zhiyao spoke with slight sarcasm, first squinting towards the direction where the mid-laner, then looking back at the W.J. battleteam who was obviously gloating in their misfortune. "Let's end it here. Let them leave with the regret of a draw."
"Sure."
"No objections."
"Nothing much to say." The top-laner had a bitter smile. "I haven't even had the chance to fight, yet I was immediately sentenced to death. But it's for the better too. Now I can lie to myself that I am someone who had a 50:50 chance of winning against a professional battleteam."
Ji Zhiyao laughed and clapped his shoulder.
Four of them stood up together, and in the face of W.J.'s battleteam's complicated expressions, they simply summarized the situation for the emcee and then left without looking back.
