Although the legendary achievements of these legendary predecessors in the previous generation were still fresh in people's memories in the current generation, there were still many professional esports players in the new generation who had "misunderstandings" about the strength and realm of these few legendary predecessors.
To put it bluntly, this kind of misunderstanding was actually a kind of underestimation.
But this kind of underestimation was not completely unreasonable.
After all, in the professional esports circle, the golden lifespan of professional players was very short. They might even reach their peak before the age of 20, and then slowly begin to fall from the peak. Not to mention that the few seniors were almost crossing the age of 30.
But …
Some legends couldn't be measured with common sense.
Not to mention others, even among the five members of the legendary team, number two and number four's state was the most obvious. But even so, number two was still able to easily fight his way into the top ten of the European server's King's Group. During this period, he encountered top European professional players many times, but he was still able to win in a head-on battle.
Not to mention number one, three, and five.
Back then, in that legendary team, apart from No.1, No.3 was publicly acknowledged to have the strongest individual operating ability. Even now, he had not fallen too much from his peak state.
For example, two days ago, in the tatami box of the izakaya, Ceng Rui could not help but ask about the strength of Senior Number Three out of curiosity. At that time, Number One replied very casually, "Yes.
"Number three?"
"Compared to his own peak, he's definitely not as good. After all, he's old."
"However, if he were to face one of those old European bastards, J …"
"It should still be a fifty-fifty chance."
One sentence was enough to make people tremble.
A few months ago, the European top player of the previous generation who had just reappeared and shocked the entire professional esports circle in the world – J.
What he possessed was terrifying strength that was not inferior to the "Yonkō (Four Emperors)." In terms of battle experience, he was even better than the Yonkō (Four Emperors) of the new generation.
According to Number One, Number Three's current strength was still on par with J's.
That was equivalent to another "Yonkō".
With this level of strength, using it to "educate" the players of Team Rapid Water was indeed effortless.
It was precisely because Nian Thirteen knew this very well that he had already guessed the result when Lin Feng was halfway through his explanation. At this moment, he was laughing at Lin Feng's misfortune. After a long while, he came back to his senses and asked curiously,
"Oh, right."
"What about Senior One and Senior Five?"
Lin Feng scratched his head.
"Oh, I heard that he went to God Squad first. It seems that the first team members of Hand of God were tortured quite badly."
On this point, he was the one with the most right to speak.
Back in the S1 season, his experience of being "educated" by Senior No.1 and Xiao Wu was so painful that it was hard to forget it. Of course, his strength had definitely improved, but the suffering he had to endure before that was incomparably torturous.
Speaking of which, King squadron was probably the only squadron that had yet to receive a lecture. Last night, Tian Tian had even called Lin Feng to express his anticipation and longing for the arrival of Number One and Number Five. Now that he thought about it, Lin Feng couldn't help but shake his head.
"Fatty, that guy …"
"You probably forgot how he cried when he was being drilled by Senior No. 1."
...
After chatting for a while about the seniors, Nian Thirteen on the other end of the live chat channel paused for a moment.
"Oh, right."
"When the seniors returned to China, did you mention to them about … Eleven?"
Nian Thirteen had always been very concerned about this matter, even when he was far away in Taipei.
But this time, when asked, Lin Feng's face broke into a smile.
"Oh."
"Yes, I did."
"I was taught a good lesson by Senior No.1 … But now I have a solution."
As he spoke, he succinctly repeated to Nian Thirteen the contents of his conversation with Number One and Number Five in the tavern two nights ago. Nian Thirteen on the other end of the live chat channel almost slapped the table and cheered.
"F * ck!"
"That makes sense!"
"As expected of that senior, he really hit the nail on the head. Damn it, why didn't we think of such a simple solution back then!!"
"Well, I guess the people involved can't see clearly …" Lin Feng was a little embarrassed, but then a little worried expression appeared on his face. "But there are still some problems that haven't been solved yet …"
The solution had indeed been decided on that night two days ago.
But so far, he still had not come up with a solution to the specific operational problems that needed to be solved.
Or rather …
He had not found suitable candidates for the temporary battle team.
...
For the next two days, Lin Feng locked himself in his bedroom. He took out a small notebook and scribbled on it for a long time. He racked his brain trying to come up with a list of all the suitable team members he could think of.
It included Ouyang, Yang Fan, Zhang Hao, and a few old classmates and friends who were far away in Nanjing and Hangzhou.
There was also Chen Ting, who seemed to have fought against him before and had a good understanding of each other.
Even his current roommates in Room 504, Qiu Le, Feng Tao, and Shen Zhuang, were included.
There was a long list of names.
But the problem was that after careful consideration, Lin Feng found that none of the candidates were suitable. They had problems of one kind or another. Either he couldn't get in touch with them in a short time, or they didn't meet the requirements in terms of strength.
After all, even if they were just there to make up the numbers, they couldn't be too weak.
Su Xue's curiosity was piqued by Lin Feng's behavior of locking himself in his room for the past two days. One day, she carefully knocked on the door with a plate of pastries in her hand. She looked inside and saw Lin Feng sitting at the table with his head in his hands.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Lin Feng turned his head and saw Su Xue walking over. His eyes lit up.
Oh, right.
Sis Xue is also a good candidate.
Su Xue couldn't help but cough. "Hey, hey, what are you looking at? You know I'm pretty, but you don't have to be so naked …"
Lin Feng couldn't help but cough. "Hey, what are you looking at? You know I'm pretty, but you don't have to be so naked …"
Lin Feng ignored Su Xue's narcissistic praise. He thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"No."
"Sis Xue is too weak."
"Not suitable, not suitable …"
As he muttered, he crossed out Su Xue's name from the notebook again. Beside him, Su Xue had a puzzled look on her face, but she could also feel that she had suddenly been ridiculed. She immediately protested.
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean I'm too weak?!"
"Your sister, I, am now an expert in the diamond division, okay?!"
"Oh, wait …"
The current LSPL official, Su Dajie, suddenly came back to his senses.
"What the hell are you doing? What's wrong with me?"
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