One round.
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Two rounds.
Three rounds.
By the time Lin Feng and Han Lin had finished their third solo match, the audience below the stage was completely silent.
The entire internet cafe hall was silent.
Only on the LCD spectator screen on the stage, the fourth solo match continued to progress at an incomparably rapid pace.
The fourth round.
Han Lin used the Little Man-Fish Fez to fight.
Lin Feng chose Crafty Beauty Lefran.
In the fifth minute of the match, Lin Feng controlled Crafty Art Enchantress to dodge the Little Fishman's E-Flash. Then, he backhanded Fei Zi with a set of QE skills. Finally, he followed up with a normal attack, taking Fei Zi's life.
"First Blood (First Blood)! — — "
The system's female voice once again announced the kill on the map.
The game screen in front of Han Lin turned into a black and white TV.
At this moment, the other members of the Universal Internet Cafe team who were standing behind Han Lin and watching the battle were also speechless. They could only look at their Big Brother Han in fear. Their faces were frighteningly pale, but none of them could persuade him.
What could they say?
They had been with Han Lin for so long, but they had never seen him like this.
No.
Perhaps it was because their Universal Internet Cafe had never encountered an expert of this level in the past. With Han Lin's strength as a former professional player, when had he ever been defeated four times in a row in a solo match?
It was as if their Big Brother Han didn't even have the slightest ability to fight back in front of this student called "Lin Feng."
He was completely suppressed. From start to finish, he was crushed.
Even though he had retired, their Big Brother Han's strength was still at the top among the ordinary players. But the kid in front of him was so relaxed. This strength …
The eyelids of the Universal Internet Cafe team members twitched.
Didn't that mean he was at least at the professional level?
Another solo match was over. Lin Feng shook his head. His gaze fell on Han Lin, who was not far from him, and he said in a flat tone:
He said calmly, "You can't beat me."
If these words were said more than an hour ago, the internet cafe guests would have been unhappy. Then, they would have mocked him. Who do you think you are? How dare you say such big words to our God Han? Did you eat a bear's heart or a leopard's gall?
But at that moment, when Lin Feng said those words, the entire crowd became deathly silent.
No one refuted him.
He was speechless.
At this moment, the internet cafe boss Zhou Kang's lips were also trembling violently. D * mn it, just where did this brat come from? Where did that so-called Internet Cow internet cafe find such a freakish god with heaven-defying strength? He was able to beat up the ace player of his cafe to such a state. He simply couldn't understand it even if he was beaten to death.
Also, Han Zi, that brat. What the hell was he doing? That little brat was right. You really can't beat him, so why are you still holding on? Why are you looking for a beating? Don't you think that the Universal Internet Cafe has been slapped in the face badly enough?
When Dou Zi, Ceng Rui, Tang Bingyao and Kamiya Saka heard Lin Feng's words, they were also surprised.
Dou Zi was the first to show a look of understanding and agreement.
"Right!"
"Feng Feng has always been so domineering. We, who are here to cause trouble, should have this kind of aura!"
Kamamiya Saka also nodded in agreement.
"That ex-pro player really overestimates himself. It's time to teach him a lesson."
However, Tang Bingyao and Ceng Rui, who were more familiar with Lin Feng, didn't say anything. Tang Bingyao pursed her lips and looked at Lin Feng. Her eyes flashed with confusion and confusion.
Lin Feng's tone right now …
It didn't seem to be the same as usual.
Ceng Rui lowered his eyes and didn't say anything. No one knew what he was thinking.
… …
Hearing Lin Feng's unceremonious evaluation, Han Lin's face alternated between green and white. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "One more round!
"A-One more round!"
But this time, when he spoke, his tone was pale and weak.
After all, he had already lost four times in a row.
Even his teammates behind him, as well as the audience in the internet cafe, could see that even if he gave it his all, he was no match for Lin Feng.
Now, he could no longer use the excuse of "missing runes" as an excuse.
Indeed, he was not as skilled as Lin Feng.
Lin Feng looked at Han Lin with a serious expression.
"Four rounds, that's two thousand dollars.
If you lose one more round, it's another five hundred. Do you still have money? "
It was a kind reminder, but it made Han Lin's expression become even more embarrassed and uneasy — —
Yes.
The first 5v5 match was 700 RMB. If he added the four consecutive solo matches he had just lost, he would have to fork out a total of 2,700 RMB. With his monthly salary at the Universal Internet Cafe, he was already close to running out of money. He simply could not afford such a huge expense.
"You know you can't beat him, so why continue?"
Lin Feng asked as he looked at Han Lin's face changing between green and red.
Han Lin lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't say a word.
Yes.
Why continue?
Reality had already proven that his opponent was indeed far stronger than him. Even if he started another round, he would just be giving his opponent money for nothing. Even his teammates and the boss of the internet cafe, Zhou Kang, were trying to persuade him not to continue.
Then …
What reason did he have to continue?
It seemed that all objective reality was telling him that continuing to challenge Lin Feng was a stupid thing to do.
But —
He clenched his fists tightly. He didn't even feel the pain from his nails digging into his palms. Han Lin clenched his teeth, but the fire in his eyes was still burning.
But …
He just couldn't accept it!
He couldn't accept it. As a former professional player, why couldn't he beat an ordinary looking student?
He couldn't accept it. He used to be proud of being lucky enough to become a professional esports player. Even after he retired, he still regarded this title as his proudest and most cherished honor. How could he be defeated so easily by an ordinary passerby?
He couldn't accept it. The honor that belonged to a professional player was snatched away so powerlessly.
He couldn't accept it.
He couldn't accept it!
He couldn't accept it!!
His nails were digging into his palms until they bled. But the cruel reality of four consecutive losses made Han Lin feel powerless. He couldn't refute Lin Feng's question at all.
He could only lower his head, his figure bleak like the most pathetic and dispirited loser.
But he wasn't willing to lower his head no matter what.
He didn't want to give up.
Even at such a time, he was still trying his best to hold on and protect the honor that he cherished the most.
Until the next moment —
Han Lin heard a voice.
"Oh."
"Okay."
He raised his head subconsciously and saw Lin Feng looking at him calmly from not far away. Lin Feng pointed a finger at him.
"Then, one last round."
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