Lin Feng's personality had always been like this. He would say whatever was on his mind. At least when it came to professional esports, he would never hold back.
And this sentence in itself was sharp enough.
It should be noted that this was a critical juncture before the S6 World Finals. The three major LPL teams on the national server were nervously preparing for it. As the captain of God's ace mid laner, Morning Star had just made a breakthrough yesterday and found a way to overcome the bottleneck of his strength.
But under such circumstances …
However, a certain someone had suddenly made such a rude comment. It was like pouring a bucket of cold water on someone's head that was burning with the flames of war and fighting spirit.
If it was anyone else, they would be angry and annoyed no matter how well-mannered they were.
But fortunately …
The person who heard this was Morning Star.
This was because he already knew Lin Feng's identity and background. He had also personally experienced Lin Feng's strength. Therefore, he understood that Lin Feng's words carried more weight and qualifications than anyone else in the national server or even the professional esports circle in the world.
Not for anything else, but because the person in front of him … was once the world's number one mid laner, F, Han Shihao's biggest rival.
And the person who understood a person the most was his opponent.
Taking a deep breath, Morning Star fixed his gaze on Lin Feng again. This time, his tone was even more solemn and respectful.
"In your opinion … what are my chances of winning against F now?"
This kind of question was difficult to answer.
Both of them were professional players at the peak of their strength. Before this, they were basically on par with each other. Moreover, in the esports arena, it often depended on one's performance at the last moment. Who would be stronger than the other, who would have a higher chance of winning, and how many points they would have. This kind of thing was something that even the most professional in the esports circle did not dare to easily make an assessment.
But when Lin Feng heard this, he replied without hesitation.
"Twenty percent."
As he spoke, he paused.
"Maybe … less than twenty percent."
…
In the LPL region of the Chinese server, Morning Star was recognized as the strongest mid laner. He had dominated the throne of the first place in the Chinese server for a few seasons.
Even in the entire world, as one of the Seven Kings of the world, or even at the highest level of the Seven Kings, only the Yonkō (Four Emperors) at the top of the pyramid could firmly suppress him.
Previously, the God Battle Team led by Morning Star had fought against Korea's Fate Battle Team. They had even defeated Moon Queen, one of the Four Emperors.
That was why there was a saying in the circle that the Yonkō were not invincible.
Morning Star could also be considered the most well-known example of someone successfully challenging the Yonkō.
Until now …
The strength of Team God's mid laner captain was about to break through from the realm of a half step into the Yonkō (Four Emperors). He had crossed the ultimate threshold that almost every professional esports player strived for. Logically speaking, if he were to face the Yonkō (Four Emperors) again in this new state, his chances of winning would increase.
But at that moment, Lin Feng's reply was extremely cruel.
Twenty percent.
Perhaps even less than 20%.
This was Morning Star's chances of winning against the strongest of the Yonkō (Four Emperors) in his new state.
Yes, you have indeed defeated the Moon Queen, who was ranked last among the Yonkō (Four Emperors). Yes, you have indeed become stronger than before. Perhaps if you were to face the other Yonkō (Four Emperors) level powerhouses again, your chances of winning would be higher than before.
But if you were to face F, your chances of winning would still be at most twenty percent.
Lin Feng looked at Morning Star and said seriously:
"If it was before yesterday … You might really only have a ten percent chance of winning."
…
Even though he had already prepared himself in advance, when he heard such an answer from someone's mouth, Morning Star still fell into a long silence. After a long while, he smiled bitterly again:
"Less than twenty percent …"
"It's lower than I originally expected."
His bitter smile was also sincere.
Because for a professional mid laner who was almost standing at the top of the pyramid, it was not easy to hear and admit such a reality.
But he could not refute it.
Not only because the person in front of him should be the existence who understood Han Shihao the most, but also because in the past several times they fought against each other and countless times he studied the recordings of SSK Team's matches, he had a deeper understanding of the strength of the strongest of the Yonkō (Four Emperors).
And the more he understood …
The more they thought about it, the more they felt a chill down their spines.
For a top professional mid laner, this kind of emotion should not be felt. But every time he saw the world's number one mid laner's various ranking and match recordings, Morning Star would uncontrollably feel this kind of powerlessness … as if he was unable to compete with him.
Moreover, he was already becoming stronger.
He was already working hard to improve his strength, working hard to find an opportunity to break through the bottleneck.
But it seemed that every time he was about to break through and climb to a new height, when he looked up, he would always find that there was a towering peak that stood higher and further away, as if he could never reach it.
Really … It was a reality that could easily destroy one's confidence and make one feel depressed.
Lin Feng comforted:
"It's okay."
"This is already considered good. If you hadn't received this period of training, you would have even less of a chance if you met him."
This kind of words really did not have any effect at all. Morning Star shook his head with a bitter smile. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he looked up at Lin Feng and asked cautiously:
"Then … what if it was you?"
This question was worth asking.
Besides, it was only worth asking when the person was Lin Feng.
Because compared to Morning Star, who was now half a step into the Yonkō (Four Emperors), who was only a little bit away from that threshold, a certain someone had steadily crossed that threshold and truly entered the realm of the Yonkō (Four Emperors).
"Me …"
This question made Lin Feng pause for a moment, as if thinking for a moment, and then said:
"My words should be a little better than yours."
"2.5%," Wang Yao said.
"Yes, no more than that."
His tone was firm.
It was also incomparably frank and straightforward.
Morning Star was a little stunned again: "You … also have that little bit of confidence?"
Because in his opinion, he already had an incomparably good understanding of a certain someone's strength through these two days of training. He was even not inferior to veteran Yonkō (Four Emperors) like Moon or Phoenix. He was truly the top mid laner who had reached the realm of the Yonkō (Four Emperors).
And they were both Yonkō (Four Emperors) …
He was also perhaps the old enemy who knew Han Shihao the best in the past.
But now, the answer given by a certain someone, the confidence of winning … was actually still only a little more than 20%?
Lin Feng finally put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and couldn't help but sigh: "It's because I know that guy too well that I know how difficult it is to beat him …"
There was a hint of helplessness and melancholy in his tone.
After hesitating for a moment, Morning Star finally couldn't help but ask his last question:
"That person, how strong is he now?"
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