The second match was indeed more intense than the first, but what was slightly surprising was that compared to the first match, the overall rhythm of this match did not seem to have changed much.
Even though the hero Tidal Sea Spirit Fitz seemed to have been completely displayed in someone's hands, it was as if he had completely displayed his ultimate style and power.
Nine minutes. The Inferior Fishman entered the jungle solo.
He successfully singled out the opponent, the Blind Monk of the purple team.
He completed the solo kill in one go.
Eleven minutes.
The Inferior Fishman swam around the bottom lane and cooperated with his ADC at the bottom lane to assist his two teammates to complete an extreme tower crossing, taking one kill and one assist.
It was a completely different style from the Inferior Fishman that Phoenix had used in the previous match.
Or rather …
This was the fierce offensive aura that the Inferior Fishman should have.
But even so, as the match gradually entered the middle stage, the difference in the number of kills and finances between the blue and purple teams continued to widen. It was still the purple team that slowly gained the upper hand.
No matter how much the Inferior Fishman moved and tried to find a way to break through, it was inevitable that it would slowly fall into the opponent's large net.
The blue team's mid-laner Inferior Fishman's battle score reached 4. The purple team's mid-laner King of Darkness had also reached 3/2/2.
In terms of the last hits, the Inferior Fishman that had played 16 minutes had only managed to score 145 hits because it had swam away several times. Although this was a rather shocking result when combined with the number of kills and assists.
But the opponent's King of Darkness, Sindera, had already reached 185 hits.
A gap of 40 hits!
Everyone present was sucking in a deep breath, unable to utter a single word.
Of course, there were also loyal fans of their captain. The eyes of the Legend team members were getting brighter and brighter. In the end, they were practically glowing.
So cool!
nice！
This was their captain!
On the blue team's side, Lin Feng, who was in front of the computer screen, was controlling his Inferior Fishman to continue running down the high ground. He pressed the Tab button to bring up the Battle Interface and glanced at it. Then, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
Yes.
As expected.
It was still that familiar feeling.
The nickname of the world's number one last hit machine … was not given for nothing.
…
The second match was once again falling into the purple team's control. Many of the Legend players who were spectating the match couldn't help but curse when they saw the blue team's lone Murloc.
He even said that he wanted to teach their captain a lesson and show off Fitz …
Although 006's strength was frighteningly strong, his tone was still a bit too arrogant.
It was the same rhythm in the previous round.
If 006 were to play the Inferior Man-Fish, there wouldn't be any difference.
Of course, not everyone thought so. The coaches of Legend's coaching team and the team leaders, led by Shaun, were conversing and discussing in hushed tones. From time to time, they would glance at the situation on the battlefield, as if they had already noticed something amiss.
The match continued.
And slowly …
The expressions of the Legend members who were spectating the match started to change.
From the beginning, he was relaxed and even dismissive.
Confusion gradually appeared on his face.
Then, he was shocked.
Then, he was shocked.
Starting from 20 minutes into the match, the conference room would suddenly erupt with exclamations and tremors from time to time. The commotion was even louder and more intense than in the first match.
Once again, the commotion could be heard from outside the conference room.
Backstage, the staff of the Legend TV Association were dying of curiosity. They had stopped what they were doing and craned their necks in an attempt to peer into the conference room of the Legend team.
On the sofa in the front row of the main venue, An Xin and Ceng Rui, who were leisurely sipping water, happened to be chatting about a certain topic.
"That guy … his Hero has always been Enchantress, Murloc, and other assassins —"
"Yeah, he's good with heroes like Clockwerk and Victor, but that's not the style he's used to."
"The style that he is most used to?"
"That is … the type that relies on his own strength and can display his heroism to the extreme in a desperate situation."
Inside the conference room.
The second match finally came to an end at the 35th minute.
On the screen, the blue crystal of the base exploded amidst the distorted light.
The purple team won again.
But this time, compared to the previous match, all the Legend team members who were watching the match were dead silent.
Everyone …
Was still immersed in the match that had just ended. It was hard for them to snap out of it.
From the 20th minute … no, from the 16th to 17th minute, the blue team had inevitably fallen into a passive and disadvantageous situation again. The purple team had once again steadily gained the upper hand —
The blue team's mid lane Murloc.
But he was starting to exert his strength.
It was almost completely beyond the limits of everyone's common sense and imagination. Under such a situation, the little merman Fitz relied on his own strength to force his way through, trying to break through the big net woven by his opponent's purple army. Not just once or twice, he caused great damage and threat to his opponent —
No.
That was not all.
In the previous match, someone's mid lane Sindera also caused a lot of damage to the purple team during the team battle with the Earthen Dragons. But in the end, he was still unable to turn the situation around and was quickly suppressed by the opponent until he was defeated.
But this time …
On the other hand, the small mermen had almost forced the purple army to the brink of death more than once or twice.
There were even several times when the Legend team members who were watching the match felt their hearts in their throats. They almost thought that the blue team was going to win this match.
How tragic was the battle at the end?
Two big dragons.
All of them fell into the hands of the blue team who were at a disadvantage.
Even the two highlands on the purple side had been flattened and demolished twice.
One of the incisor towers was missing.
Just a little bit more and the blue team would have won the match and had the last laugh.
And all of this, all of the credit could only go to the Murloc Fitz alone.
Indisputable.
Indisputable.
Finally coming back to their senses, some of the Legend team members suddenly cheered. Then, thunderous applause and cheers exploded in the conference room. They shouted the name "006" in unison. At this moment, almost everyone had become someone's die-hard fan, looking at him with eyes full of absolute fanaticism and worship.
Even the coaches and team leaders of the Legend coaching team were waving their arms excitedly.
"Did you record this match?"
"Damn it, keep this recording!"
"This is a classic teaching material!"
"Textbook level Fitz's performance!!"
"No! That's not it! This is the perfect example of an assassin-type mid lane dealing with a disadvantageous situation in the middle and late stages! "
Amidst the uproar, Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair. He reached out to wipe his sweat and looked at Phoenix, who was sitting directly opposite him.
"Well … although I didn't win —"
"But that's about it. Do you understand what I mean?"
Phoenix was silent for a long time before finally nodding slowly.
"Thank you."
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