It was one thing for other people to praise him.
But since it was Lin Feng who said it, even Phoenix couldn't help but feel proud.
Because Lin Feng wasn't someone else.
Other people's praises could be treated as meaningless flattery, but for Lin Feng to say such a thing to Phoenix as an opponent of the same level back in the day, it proved something.
The Yonkō only needed the approval of the Yonkō.
The Yonkō only cared about the Yonkō's evaluation.
Lin Feng waved his hand. "I'm telling the truth. He's pretty good."
He was far too familiar with this old friend and opponent in front of him, and it was precisely because of this that the experience of this match made him feel sincere admiration and admiration.
Back in the day, he was recognized as one of the top three mid laners in the world. Han Shihao was another, and the third was Phoenix.
Among the three of them, he was publicly recognized as the strongest in terms of hand speed. Han Shihao was the most well-rounded and had no weaknesses. Phoenix's strength lay in his overall ability to see the big picture and his control in the mid and late game. But in terms of hand speed and mechanics … this Europe's Number One Wizard was the weakest out of the three.
In the S1 World Finals, Lin Feng had defeated Phoenix in a set of five best-of-five matches. Lin Feng had relied on his explosive hand speed to completely suppress his old opponent in the early game. His opponent hadn't even been able to make it to the mid to late game.
But compared to back in the day —
In the previous round, Phoenix had brought out a single Fishman, but Lin Feng was quite moved. He could see some changes and improvements in Phoenix's play.
His hand speed was faster.
His reaction speed was faster too.
At least, it was 10% faster than back in the day.
Don't underestimate this 10%. Phoenix's weakness back in the day was because of this. But even though his hand speed was at the level of one of the Seven Kings back in the day, after increasing it by 20% … he had reached a whole new level. In other words, he wasn't much inferior to a certain someone or even Han Shihao back in the day.
More importantly, Phoenix's current age had to be taken into consideration as well.
Europe's number one King of Spades had played six seasons from S1 to S6, and he was already 20 years old when he was in S1.
Now, he was 26 years old.
In the eyes of the general public, this statement was, of course, difficult to understand. However, in the professional esports circle, 26 years old was already an absolute old age. In fact, many professional players would often retire at the age of 23 or 24.
But as he grew older and his physical functions began to decline, Phoenix managed to achieve the magnificent feat of improving his hand speed instead of decreasing.
The amount of effort, sweat, and effort required to achieve this was not something that could be easily imagined by ordinary people.
It was also because of this that Lin Feng was able to call him "amazing".
However —
Praises were praises.
There were still some problems.
"It's true that your hand speed has improved." As he spoke, Lin Feng shook his head at Phoenix. "But your playstyle is still the same as before. It's not suitable for this type of Hero. It doesn't feel right. It doesn't matter if your hand speed is fast enough."
As soon as he said that, almost all the Legend members present could not help but be stunned. Only a few of the team leaders and coaches had a thoughtful look on their faces.
Phoenix, on the other hand, was not surprised at all. She nodded.
"Speak."
Lin Feng shook his head again.
"I'm not sure."
"Let me play a round for you to see."
Many of the Legend team members present felt their eyelids twitch when they heard this. Words like this … Most people would not dare to speak so casually.
To say such words in front of a Yonkō (Four Kings).
It was almost as if he was saying, "I'll teach you how to play this Hero step by step."
His tone was as arrogant as the heavens.
But only Lin Feng had the right to say such words. Or rather, other than him, there was probably no one else in the entire world of professional esports who had the right to say such words to Phoenix.
These words seemed to be exactly what Phoenix wanted. Phoenix immediately nodded without hesitation and agreed to it.
"Alright!"
…
And so, a new round of training began.
It was still the same lineup as the previous round, but there were some changes to the heroes chosen for the other four positions. As for the mid … It was just a blue and purple swap of the two heroes from the previous round.
Blue Lin Feng, mid Murloc.
The purple team was Phoenix, and the mid single was Syndra.
The match began.
The eyes of everyone present in the conference room were focused on the mid lane of Summoner's Canyon. Everyone was extremely curious and expectant. After the two top mid lane powerhouses swapped heroes, would there really be some different sparks when they collided?
The answer was a resounding yes.
The fight in the middle lane was even more intense than the previous round.
Four minutes.
Amidst the commotion and exclamations in the conference room, the Small Murloc killed its first HP, and the purple team's mid laner, Sindera, fell. However, the purple team's jungler, the Blind Monk, came out from the bushes on the left side of the river, flashed forward, and killed the Small Murloc, giving Sindera an assist.
It was still a 1 for 1 trade.
But just this wave … was enough to make many of the Legend team members subconsciously suck in a breath of cold air, their scalps tingling.
It's different.
This rhythm …
It's completely different from the previous round.
On the purple team's side, Phoenix looked at the black and white screen in front of his computer screen. His pupils shrank slightly, but then he calmed down again, his gaze sharpening.
Six minutes into the match.
In the middle lane of Summoner's Canyon, a head-on fight broke out again.
"You -have-been-slained."
"You've killed an enemy hero."
Two female system prompts rang out consecutively.
Sindera was the first to fall after being killed.
But soon after, the remaining HP on the blue side's mid lane Murloc's head was burned away by the Dark Ruler's summoner skill [Ignite].
A head-on trade!
Both died!
On the blue team's side, Lin Feng nodded slightly, his eyes shining with admiration.
“nice。”
This was a compliment to his opponent.
At the same time, he could see a faint flame burning in someone's eyes.
His fighting spirit was ignited.
This round.
It was more challenging than the previous round.
Because his opponent this round, after putting aside his lack of familiarity in controlling the Murloc, the current Syndra …
He was the true Europe's number one wizard at his peak.
That.
He was an absolute rival who had fought five rounds with him.
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