One Second Remember [Literature Building], providing you with exciting novels to read. Strictly speaking, as the only team left in the World Finals of the LPL region, the challenge and pressure that King Team faced was not light.
Their opponent, Team Assassin, was from the Taiwanese region. Although they were weaker than teams like Legend and Season, who had the Yonko (Four Emperors) …
But in reality, it still couldn't change a fact.
That was the Taiwanese team called Assassin- Assassin. Their strength was also not to be underestimated.
Not to mention anything else, just the fact that there was a Seven Kings in this team was enough to make people be on guard.
"Nian Thirteen."
He was the number one jungler in the Taiwanese region.
He was the top jungler in the world, along with Orian, the Seven Kings of Korea's Warrior, and the Blind Monk.
The Taiwanese gaming media had once evaluated that the overall strength of the Assassin Squad might have been 65 points, but with the tacit cooperation between the members of the squad and Nian Thirteen's ability to lead the rhythm of the jungler, the team's overall strength had been assessed to be above 80 points.
Sixty-five points was perhaps the standard of an average pro team.
But 80 points …
That was a truly strong team that could compete in the World Finals!
"Nian Thirteen, that guy is so good now."
Lin Feng grumbled over the phone, encouraging Tian Tian on the other end of the line.
"Fatty, you have to work hard. Back in the day, Old Thirteen was one place lower than you on the S1 World Leaderboard, but now he's a Seven Kings! If you beat him this time, you'll be Seven Kings! "
Tian Tian replied weakly, "But he's a jungler … Even if I win, I won't be able to replace him … Plus, Thirteen is really good."
Lin Feng waved his hand imposingly.
"That's not important!
"In any case, you have to win!"
"Back in the day, our Eleventh easily defeated Thirteenth!"
When Lin Feng said the last sentence, he suddenly stopped.
This was because he realized that he had subconsciously uttered a very familiar name.
It was the teammate who had fought side by side with him.
The jungler.
The companion named "Eleven".
…
Tian Tian, who was on the other end of the line, also sensed the change in the atmosphere on the phone. He racked his brain to think of something to liven up the atmosphere. "Yes, yes, we used to joke about Eleven and Thirteen's names. That Thirteen was very depressed at that time, hahaha …"
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Fatty's mouth was really too clumsy. In the end, when he wanted to laugh out loud, it turned into a hollow laugh, and it became weaker and weaker. In the end, he obediently shut his mouth.
Lin Feng calmed down.
For a moment, he couldn't help but fall into a trance.
He still remembered the scenes from back then. Back then, before the World Finals of Season S1, the Chinese server had to play a BO3 against the Taiwan server in order to compete for the only remaining spot in the Asian server besides the Korean server.
Their opponent was the Taiwanese team that Nian Thirteen was in.
In the end, they won. Although the team from the Taiwanese region was defeated, the two teams developed a friendship that appreciated each other's talents. They cheered each other on and agreed to fight again next season.
At that time, Nian Thirteen swore to Eleven, the jungler of his team.
The next time we meet, I will get my revenge!
In the BO3, Nian Thirteen, the jungler of the Taiwanese team, was defeated by Eleven, the jungler of the Taiwanese team.
That was why he was so unconvinced and challenged Lin Feng again.
However, Nian Thirteen had already become one of the Seven Kings of the World.
Lin Feng and Fatty's teammate, on the other hand, seemed to have disappeared from the professional scene.
Lin Feng pursed his lips, then said seriously to Tian Tian on the other end of the phone, "You're a good person.
"Fatty, when you're done in this tournament —"
"I have something to ask you."
On the other end of the line, Tian Tian seemed to be able to read Lin Feng's mind.
"Okay!"
Lin Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and gathered his fighting spirit once more.
"But no matter what, I have to win this time!
I'll cheer with you! "
… …
The so-called refueling together was, of course, not as simple as empty words.
Tian Tian's team, King, was about to compete in the quarterfinals, while Lin Feng's team, High School 13, was about to compete in the first round of the Shanghai Sixteen School Tournament.
The quarterfinals were on the fourth day.
Countless players had their eyes glued to the finals in Paris, France.
Today was the day of the showdown between the King battle team and the Assassin battle team!
Back at home, Lin Feng sat in front of his computer with Su Xue, watching the live stream of the finals. Su Xue waved a dried beef tenderloin in her hand.
"You can do it! King, you can do it! "
Meanwhile, in Su Xue's livestream, the viewers were still spamming the screen with their usual mockery.
「 Woman, that's enough. 」
"It's so stupid. Can you stop waving?"
「 Feng Feng, hurry up and drag this crazy employee away! 」
Even though the bullet screen was filled with such comments, the viewers in the live streaming channel were filled with anxiety and anticipation at the same time.
Can we win …?
You have to win!
Lin Feng's gaze fell on the screen. His eyes were focused on Tian Tian, who was in the middle of King's team. He silently prayed to Tian Tian.
Fatty, you have to do it!
… …
The finals.
The atmosphere in the 6,500-seat arena was fiery.
Today, the two teams had already entered the arena and were seated in their respective arenas.
The match was about to begin, and the hearts of the players were in their throats.
Do it! You have to do it!
King Team … was their last hope in the LPL region!
At the same time, Tian Tian was sitting in his seat in King Battle Team's arena on the stage. His body was still trembling uncontrollably due to nervousness and immense pressure.
But the words that came out of his trembling lips could only be heard by himself.
"I have to win!
"One, you must win!"
I have to win!!! "
It was not for anything else but the belief in his heart that he did not want to lose.
And the hopeful gazes of the entire server behind him.
Nightsong's heavy pat on the shoulder a day ago, and Morning Star's solemn bow and imploring plea.
Because there was a reason they could not lose.
So —
They could only press forward and charge towards victory with all their might!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!!!
Suddenly, Ma Titou raised his head. His pupils had been replaced by a faint scarlet color, and a frightening aura of madness slowly rose from his body once again.
The first match began.
Thirty-two minutes later, the first match was over.
Accompanied by a tsunami of cheers and applause, King's team won the first match.
The local server players and spectators on the internet cheered like thunder. They were so excited that it was difficult to express their emotions in words.
Then came the second match.
After thirty-five minutes of intense fighting, the last wave of the Dragon Battle was the Taiwanese Assassin team's jungler, Nian Thirteen, who controlled an excavator to force his way into the Dragon Fjord. He first killed his opponent's Jungler Prince, and then used [Literature Tower] to take down the dragon.
The stadium was filled with cheers again!
The Taiwanese Assassin team won the second match, and the score became 1-1.
However, at this moment, in the Assassin team's arena, in front of the computer screen, a young man who had just been the biggest contributor to the match was already drenched in cold sweat.
"F * ck! That damn fatty … why do I feel like he's going crazy? "
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