One Second Remember [Literature Building], providing you with wonderful novels to read. Wembley Stadium, London, England.
The lights flashed wildly, and the stirring war music echoed throughout the venue. The audience was in an uproar, and waves of applause and cheers were set off.
The first match of the second round of the group stage had ended. The duel between Team Fate and Team Gold in Group B ended with Team Fate's victory again.
"Moon Queen", one of the Yonkō, as the captain of Team Fate's mid laner, led his team to defeat all the resistance of Team Gold in an almost wolf-like manner.
Moon's own mid laner, Icebird, scored 7/0/3!
Close to godlike!
Countless players in the audience were in an uproar.
Mid laner, Icebird … Wasn't this Phoenix's signature hero?
This was a challenge to Phoenix!
Below the stage, on the side of Team Legend in the front row.
Phoenix, also one of the Yonkō, nodded slightly, looking at Icebird's 7/0/3 record on the OB screen. His expression was calm, but his eyes were slightly flickering with the flame of battle intent.
A battle between the Yonkō?
Now, it was not time yet —
…
After the first round of the competition ended, the second round of the competition began in Group A.
In the first match of Group A today, the two teams on the field were Team Flash from North America and Team King from China.
There was a commotion in the audience below the stage.
So far in the group stage of the finals, the King Team from the Chinese LPL region could be said to be the team with the worst performance. Even the wild card teams, although they were the weakest, at least dared to fight. They were not like the King Team, who made people feel sullen just by watching their matches.
On the Internet, in the live broadcast rooms of the major live broadcast platforms, the Chinese players and audience were also silent.
They were not cheering for their own team, Team King.
Because in the first round of the group stage, Team King's performance had already disappointed them.
But at this time, the Chinese players and audience did not ridicule Team King. In fact, even if Team King's performance was so bad, they still had one last hope in their hearts:
Maybe … Team King could rise a little today?
At the same time, in the arena of the North American Flash team, Chris, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was cracking his knuckles with a relaxed expression. His face was full of confidence.
He was very confident that his team would be able to advance to the quarterfinals.
In Group A, other than Europe's Legend Team, who was indeed stronger than Flash Team, the other teams were no match for them.
As for this KG team from the China LPL region …
Chris sneered.
He had originally thought that the teams in the LPL region would be very strong, but he had not expected them to be so weak.
Especially that top laner from King Battle Team —
Chris's gaze fell on the King team's arena. He saw the pale and nervous fatty, and he couldn't help but smile mockingly.
The uncrowned Eighth King?
He was nothing more than an inferior product with an extremely poor psychological quality.
In the finals of the S1 season, Chris's team had fought against Fatty's team. In the end, Fatty's team was defeated, and Chris still held a grudge against him.
To him, it was a great thing to meet King Team in the group stage of the finals.
Because … As long as he thought about being able to defeat this Chinese team on the stage of the World Finals, he would be able to crush this irritating and eyesore fatty. It really made him feel very happy.
Chris's lips curled into a cruel smile.
…
At the same time, in the arena of King Battle Team.
Several members of King Battle Team wore solemn expressions. They knew that this match would determine the fate of King Battle Team in the group stage, so they forced themselves to cheer up and rally their fighting spirit.
But even so, the enormous psychological pressure they had been under for the past few days, and the trauma of their previous defeat, made it impossible for them to find their best form.
Tian Tian sat in his seat, his face pale with nervousness.
When he thought about how this match would decide his life and death, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.
But suddenly, he remembered the phone call he had received from Lin Feng. His heart trembled as he forced himself to calm down.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid …
I believe in Lin Feng. Lin Feng believes in me. I can do it!
He kept muttering to himself like a madman, but it didn't have any effect. Tian Tian only felt more and more nervous, and he couldn't help but tremble.
It's no use!
I, I, I can't —
Then, suddenly, Lin Feng's last words on the phone flashed in Tian Tian's mind.
"When I come back, I don't need a teammate who can't even make it to the group stage of the finals."
Tian Tian's whole body trembled violently.
Lin Feng … doesn't need a weak teammate.
I, I want to continue fighting with Lin Feng, so … I can't become a burden.
So … I have to win.
I have to win all of them.
I can't lose any of them. I have to win all of them.
Lin Feng was forcing him to win, which made him feel suffocated. The fatty was shaking even more violently. He was shaking even more violently than before. Lin Feng had forced him to win, which made him feel even more suffocated.
While trembling violently, Tian Tian slowly raised his head.
His chubby face was still incomparably pale.
But the pair of small eyes were already shining with a terrifying scarlet light of madness.
"I can't lose any of them!
I have to win all of them! "
… …
In front of the arena at the Internet Cow Internet Cafe.
The members of High School 13's esports club were focused on controlling their respective heroes to continue the battle in Summoner's Canyon.
The atmosphere gradually became tense and depressing.
The air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder and smoke.
Now, the match had entered the fifth minute, and the blue and purple teams were tied at 1-1.
After Lin Feng's mid lane Calamity solo killed a player and got a first blood, the purple team's High Seven's Jungler Prince roamed the top lane and coordinated with Wine Barrel's teammates to kill Chen Zi's Rambo on the blue team.
At the bottom lane, Tang Bingyao and Wei Dong's Spear of Vengeance, Gabron, weren't able to gain much of an advantage against the purple team's Jinx and Ri Nu.
The purple team's bottom lane duo was made up of two players with an average strength of around Diamond 2.
Although Tang Bingyao was slightly stronger than High School 7's ad-carry, it was still difficult for her to suppress her opponent. Especially when the opponent's support, Ri Nu, was stronger than Wei Dong. As a result, the bottom lane was still in a stalemate.
Tang Bingyao's delicate eyebrows furrowed.
She didn't say anything, but her expression became more focused and serious.
I have to … Go!
At the same time, in the middle lane, Lin Feng's Master of Shadow continued to suppress the opponent's Yasuo with a kill.
However, the opponent's Yasuo also became more cautious after he killed Lin Feng. He reacted quickly several times and used his W skill, Wind Wall, to block Master of Shadow's Q skill.
Even Lin Feng wouldn't be able to easily complete another solo kill if the mid laner of the Master Electro 2 team went all out and was incomparably cautious.
On the other hand, the purple team's Jungler Prince had once again wandered around the middle lane, craftily taking advantage of the cooldown time of Lin Feng's Ultimate Shadow — Doppelganger skill. He had used EQ twice, aiming straight for his target, the Master of Shadows.
If Liu Yue's Spider Jungler hadn't arrived in time, Lin Feng's Calamity might have been killed instead.
On the field, the blue team's small advantage at the start of the match was gone.
As one of the top 16 teams in the last tournament, High School 7's strength couldn't be underestimated. They put a lot of pressure on High School 13's team.
However …
If they gave up just like that, how were they going to compete for the Sixteen School League Championship?
If they couldn't even beat a top 16 team …
What was the point of talking about goals and dreams?
Lin Feng took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes sharpened.
He told the High School 13 team that he would take care of the rest of the matches.
He had also told Fatty that he would fight alongside Fatty in different arenas and achieve victory together.
(Words spoken, promises made —)
(Must be fulfilled!)
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