It turned out that Huangxue Nightsong's action of taking away the Gopher Game Console in advance was a foresight.
When Shi Hang told Nian Thirteen, who was the only one left in the training room who did not know the truth, the latter immediately jumped up from his seat in shock.
"Ten minutes!!?"
His voice changed.
If the Gopher Game Console was still in Nian Thirteen's hands, he would have thrown it away in fear.
But even now, the number one jungler in the server was still in shock.
"Holy shit! Is this for real? Ten minutes?!
"This is Nightmare Difficulty?!
"Ten minutes, holy shit!"
He was so shocked that he even forgot his usual mantra of "f * ck". The consecutive "holy shit" perfectly explained the Seven King jungler's loss of composure.
"Ten minutes?"
Nian Thirteen still could not believe it. He subconsciously looked at the others, and all of them nodded silently to show that the news was true.
Nian Thirteen sucked in a breath of cold air and looked up at Wildsnow Nightsong.
"Give me that game console!"
Nian Thirteen was urged to get the Hamster Game Console back into his hands. Without any explanation, he immediately started another round of Nightmare Mode. He tried to challenge the game again as if he did not believe in the impossible. However, this time, he seemed to be too emotional, which affected his performance. In the end, he only managed to score 6 minutes and 27 seconds.
Nian Thirteen put down the Gopher Game Console, still in a daze.
"F * ck …"
"This doesn't make sense!"
Beside him, Huangxue Nightsong shook his head. "Don't try. Your previous score is accurate. We've just discussed and analyzed it. Six and a half to seven minutes is the level of the Seven Kings. Only the Yonkō (Four Emperors) can achieve seven and a half to eight minutes."
Nian Thirteen continued to suck in a breath and looked at Lin Feng.
"Your best score was nine minutes?"
Lin Feng touched his nose.
"Nine minutes, a little short."
Nian Thirteen said, "… So now Han Shihao can go more than ten minutes?"
No one responded. Only Nian Thirteen was still mumbling with his eyes wide open, "F * ck, what the f * ck … What level has he reached?"
When he finally came back to his senses, the jungler captain of the Assassins team gritted his teeth and said:
"F * ck, they're not giving us a way out!"
Immediately, he glared at the others. "Hey, what are you waiting for? Let's continue training!"
Everybody was surprised by Lin Feng's sudden change in attitude. Lin Feng smiled and said: "What's wrong? Are you tired of being bored?"
"Tired my ass!"
At this moment, Nian Thirteen was exuding a murderous aura.
"The capital of the Yonkō (Four Emperors) is still climbing upwards. What right do small fries like us have to rest?"
"What the f * ck, let's do it!"
…
As expected, any professional esports player who was proud of being an expert or a strong person would not easily hear this kind of news.
Previously, Nian Shisan had been complaining about not having dinner, but after hearing a certain piece of news, he instantly became the one with the highest morale and attitude in the training room tonight.
Everyone completely understood and was happy to see Nian Thirteen's change in attitude.
After all, with one more person to share this "blow" with, their originally heavy and depressed mood could be slightly alleviated.
Besides …
It was definitely not common to see a jungler training partner of the Seven Emperors.
Not to mention, it was free.
Therefore, everyone continued to review and train. They fought until late at night, and after the ninth training match ended, their faces showed signs of fatigue. They decided to call it a night.
After all, there was a more formal training match tomorrow, so they were not in a hurry to finish it tonight.
It was also at this time that Nian Thirteen touched his growling stomach and realized that he was really hungry. He looked up at Lin Feng and the others.
"What do you say? Let's go for supper?"
Although they were stronger than Nian Shisan, who had not eaten dinner, they had been staying in the training room since dinner. The high-intensity training and battles were physically draining. Now that Nian Shisan suggested it, they felt a little hungry. They looked at each other and nodded.
"Okay, let's find a place nearby to eat."
At that moment, An Xin smiled and said, "You guys go.
I'm a little tired, so I'll go back and rest first. "
Li Shiyi, Tian Tian, Lin Feng, and Ceng Rui also remembered that the girl had just finished surgery and immediately nodded.
"Okay, okay. Go back to your room and rest, Steamed Bun."
"You must have had a hard day …"
Tang Bingyao raised her hand. "I'm not hungry either. I'll go back with Steamed Bun."
She looked at An Xin, who was stunned for a moment before smiling.
"Sure, we can talk when we get back."
… …
The two girls bade farewell and took the elevator back to the hotel room upstairs. As for the remaining nine men, they pressed another elevator and prepared to head downstairs to look for food.
In the elevator, Nian Thirteen couldn't help but sigh.
"Holy sh * t … SSK is going to be invincible.
He's already crazy enough. If Han Shihao gets even stronger, how are we going to compete with him? "
As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Feng.
"Hey, what about you?"
"Our old rival is already so far ahead … Can we catch up?"
Lin Feng rubbed his nose. "It's a little difficult, but we have to catch up."
His tone was casual, but the faint determination in it was unquestionable. Nian Thirteen also nodded. "Well, to be honest, ordinary people like us can't catch up with a freak like Han Shihao. Only a freak of the same level like you has a chance."
He then looked at the LPL players and raised an eyebrow.
"What about you guys?"
"Forget about Maple. He's not back this year anyway, so we can watch the show. The pressure on you guys in the LPL is probably even greater now."
Morning Star smiled when he heard that.
"Of course it's a lot of pressure.
But … no matter how strong the opponent is, we still have to give it our all, right? "
Huangxue Nightsong's mouth twitched. "We won't know who wins or loses until we fight."
We won't know until we fight.
After mulling over this sentence for a while, Thought Thirteen nodded slowly. The way he looked at the LPL members changed slightly.
"Your mentality this year … isn't bad."
Everyone looked at each other and smiled silently, but they didn't explain much. If it was before tonight, when they first heard the shocking news, they would naturally be depressed and unable to lift their spirits, but after Senior No.1's consolation … it was already different.
Nian Thirteen didn't ask any more questions. He just stretched and yawned.
"Forget it, it's not my place to worry about it."
"Compared to your LPL division, our LMS doesn't have that much ambition. I just need to take care of my own position as a jungler. I don't care about anything else, but if anyone dares to provoke me in my jungler's territory, I'll fight them back!"
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