Rise

On the last night before the London finals, the conversation between Lin Feng and Dawn Morning Star was destined to remain unknown to outsiders.

The two parties involved in the conversation will also not mention the specific content of the conversation to outsiders.

But as a speaker, Dawn Morning Star did not hide any of his true feelings at that moment, and expressed his thoughts and decisions with utmost candor.

As a listener, Lin Feng understood the meaning of Dawn Morning Star equally effortlessly and gave his own approval.

So even though it was just a seemingly peaceful night before the final battle, at the end of this conversation, both of them had a clear understanding of what kind of thrilling ups and downs there would be in tomorrow's final battle.

The same night.

In a suite on the upper floors of the hotel, traces of rain trailed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the night view of London's lights in the distance and making it slightly unreal, as if it was difficult for anyone to easily predict the outcome of tomorrow's final battle.

"Four and a half."

"Nearly 50%."

Number 1's voice sounded leisurely in the room, and beside him were four other old friends who had been with him for many years, listening in silence.

Looking out the window in the distance, No. 1 narrowed his eyes slightly:

"These guys are trying their best."

"The well-honed tacit understanding, the designated planning of the tactical system, and the current state of Aye and the four of them -"

"It's worth a 10% chance of winning."

Speaking of this, No. 1 paused for a moment, and then added the remaining half of the sentence as if calmly:

"The other 40%..."

"It all falls on Ah Xing alone."

Even if it comes from the mouth of No. 1, the meaning of these words seems a bit sensational, because it almost means that 80% of the key to a team's victory depends only on a specific member of the team. For a team-based e-sports project like League of Legends, it is completely contrary to the argument of individual heroism.

But at this moment, the other four people in the room who heard No. 1's comments didn't seem to have the slightest objection.

No. 2 nodded slowly and said coldly:

"Soldier against soldier."

"The king meets the king."

"Others can only determine the lower limit of God's hand."

"A Xing, the mid laner captain, represents the upper limit of this team."

No. 3, who was lazily leaning against the corner window with his hands clasped in front of his chest, slightly curved his lips, but with a rare cold edge that could penetrate people:

"Um."

"Fighting against an opponent like SSK——"

"You just have to push the upper limit to the extreme to be able to win."

No. 4 adjusted the gold frame on the bridge of his nose, with a slightly regretful look on his face:

"It's a pity that it's just a little bit worse."

"If Ah Xing can make a breakthrough in the past few days——"

"The odds of winning are definitely one or two percent better."

Number 1 smiled and shook his head:

"Has little effect."

"In this matter, everyone, including Ah Xing himself, has already put in enough efforts and done the best they can within the theoretical scope. The rest is not up to us old guys to help him. Worrying and tangled.”

Number 5 next to him spoke softly and answered:

"The rest...it's up to Ah Xing himself."

No. 1 squinted his eyes, stood with his hands behind his hands and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. The night view of London lights was reflected in his eyes. The waves were dim and dim, and he spoke calmly and calmly:

"In the past few years, Ah Xing has played too impurely."

"Putting all the responsibilities on one person is certainly the most perfect and ideal captain for the club, but it is not the mentality that a professional mid laner should have."

"Be more pure."

“There shouldn’t be any other distractions where your eyes are focused.”

"Only looking at a higher position."

"There are only opponents who stand in front of you."

"In the past few days... or in the past half a month, what I want to see has never been whether Ah Xing's personal ability and operation level have improved through training."

"What I want to see is how he has polished his mentality."

"This sword used to be too peaceful."

"Too dull."

"If you don't sharpen your skills, you will lose your edge."

The light in No. 3's eyes flickered: "This time, it's almost the boy's turn to do it for me."

Yes.

The sword has been hidden in its scabbard for several years, but it is dull and does not show its sharp edge.

Once the sheath is broken... a cold light will naturally appear. When the sheath is taken out, blood will be seen.

So the final battle venue of this year's World Finals is the best place to show off the sword, and the world's number one mid laner, the leader of the four emperors from the SSK team, should also be the most ideal and perfect target for sacrificing the sword. .

certainly--

There is a premise that can never be ignored or forgotten.

"That boy named Han——" No. 2 frowned suddenly and looked at No. 1.

No. 1 paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head:

"should……"

"It's not that fast."

No. 3 glanced over and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are a little unsure."

No. 1 was silent, then smiled:

"Theoretically, I think this judgment is firm enough."

"But... we can't completely rule out the possibility of accidents - the so-called 'accidents' are things we didn't expect."

…

The same words also came from Bullet's mouth.

Although it is said that tomorrow is the final battle of this World Finals, it still does not prevent this North American legend from the previous generation from bringing his newly accepted disciples out to the Internet cafe to continue training and teaching as usual tonight.

In his spare time, Bullet was rarely in the mood to say a few words, telling the girl next to him who was listening carefully without blinking his eyes, telling his analysis and views on tomorrow's battle:

"Winning or losing is hard to predict."

"The biggest variable lies in the mid lane captains of these two teams."

"This little guy from God's team is relatively controllable. He is indeed something remarkable. His future achievements will not be worse than those of our previous generations."

"But the most uncontrollable and unpredictable one is the kid named Han from SSK."

"Whether he breaks through or not will directly determine the outcome of tomorrow's final."

"That will be the only thing that grabs everyone's attention."

"but……"

"The same applies to everyone, absolutely guessing things that cannot be judged."

Tang Bingyao couldn't help but open her eyes wide:

"Can't Senior No. 1 make a judgment?"

The girl's thoughts are very simple and pure. In her mind, no matter whether it is the new generation or the previous generation, the number one senior whom Fengzi regards as her master is definitely the most amazing and powerful person. Even the person in front of her now The master also wants to be less interesting.

So this question also made Bullet pause for a moment.

He was not unhappy with some of the thoughts revealed in the girl's words, because he himself could also recognize the status of 001.

but--

Bullet's eyes flashed coldly:

"Yes."

"Even he can't tell."

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