Joshua was sitting in the spectator stand near Fuya’s knights, rubbing the popcorn in Healy’s hand.
“What does Healy think about this match?”
Joshua didn’t want to ask the question ‘what do you think will win’anymore. The match had already gone on for twenty minutes, and the current score on the field was 17 to 5.
Fuya had played her lone wolf strategy to the extreme in this match. From the beginning of the match, she could only do all kinds of fancy solo kills. She could also coordinate with her team to swim up, middle, and down the three paths to crazily capture people.
If it was a normal professional match, this strategy was very risky. However, in the wide gap between the players’operating space, after Fuya’s all-rounder took down three people in the early stage.., she completely destroyed the middle lane.
