Lin Feng couldn't help but think back to the post he had seen on Tieba this morning when he had just woken up and washed his face and rinsed his mouth.
It was a prediction of the ranking of each team in the next two days of training.
There was a reason why the OP had placed Team God at the top of the predictions.
As the strongest team in the country, God- Hand of God had almost no shortcomings in terms of overall strength, except for the two C-position aces, the midlaner and the adc.
Perhaps their gank in the early stages of the game wasn't particularly impressive, and sometimes they might even be suppressed by their opponents.
But this team was patient enough.
Regardless of whether it was a small advantage or a small disadvantage, the mentality of the five people from the top to the bottom of the team was always unhurried. The rhythm of the operation was controlled by tension and relaxation. They were waiting for the opponent to reveal an opening, and then they would defeat it in one fell swoop.
In the first 15 minutes of this match, it could be said that the blue and purple armies were evenly matched.
But in this wave …
The blue team, Team God, who didn't have an advantage in terms of money and equipment, seized the opportunity to trade a beautiful 1 for 4.
Perfect coordination.
A textbook example of a team fight.
Morning Star's mid lane, Jayce, had used poke twice in the first solo kill and in this wave of team fight, perfectly demonstrating the strength of a top seven King-level player.
On the other hand, Snowy Nightsong had gotten three kills in a row. His positioning and skill switching in the team battle had reached a level that was breathtaking.
"God is still strong …"
"Damn, I thought we could win this wave."
"Looks like we're going to die again, sigh …"
Hearing the voices coming from the spectating members of the Assassin Guild Club, each of them sighed in despair. They were also the first seed in this region, and they were also a veteran powerhouse that had experienced several seasons of battles. Yet, from the looks of it, their Assassin Guild seemed to be a cut below God Guild.
On the other side, the team leaders and coaches of Team God all had satisfied expressions on their faces.
It wasn't that they were concerned about the outcome of the match, but that after a few rounds of the match, they could see that their team members were in good condition. As long as they maintained this kind of spirit, they wouldn't have to worry too much about the first official round of the group stage.
As for the outcome …
Well, this round was almost in the bag.
…
"There's no more purple tiles for this round."
In comparison, Shi Hang, who was watching the fight with Lin Feng and the others, gave a more direct and straightforward assessment.
"We can still fight at the beginning. This time, God from the Fire Dragon team won and even allowed Obama to take so many kills. Assassin's side is still winning with kills."
Yes.
It wasn't just Obama, the ADC of Snowy Nightsong, who was getting fatter.
More importantly, after this wave of tempo, the entire blue team was fat.
Morning Star's Jess was about to enter his strongest stage. On the other hand, Thought Thirteen's jungler, Olaf, was supposed to be a strong player in this middle stage, but he was no longer able to do so.
Not that he hadn't hurt Olaf enough.
Instead, it was the damage the blue team was inflicting on them.
If you, Olaf, really wanted to attack someone, you would still be able to attack them. However, before you could attack someone to death, your opponent would be able to easily attack you to death with damage.
In other words, the purple squad's strongest core was no longer a threat to Team God.
Lin Feng and the others nodded in agreement.
Looking at the spectator screen from God's perspective, Thought Thirteen's jungler, Olaf, was still trying his best to run around Summoner's Canyon. He was trying to help the team regain their rhythm, but it was clear that he wasn't as strong as he wanted to be.
Team God's snowball advantage was getting bigger and bigger.
"That's right."
Ceng Rui couldn't help but agree.
There was a saying in the LPL: Team God was practically invincible in any match where they had the upper hand in the first twenty minutes.
This was the strongest team in the country. Even in the world of esports, they had this kind of reputation and strength.
They rarely lost a match where they had the upper hand.
But this match …
There was no exception.
When the match reached the thirty-fourth minute mark, the purple base crystal exploded in a flash of distorted light. The blue "Victory" emblem slowly rose from the center of the screen.
Team God won.
The players, team leaders, and coaches of the two clubs who were watching the game in the training room applauded and cheered. Neither the winning side nor the losing side cared too much about the outcome of a training match. What they cared more about was whether they could gain more experience and lessons from such a confrontation.
The ten players from both teams stood up and shook hands with each other politely. They exchanged a few words with each other with smiles on their faces.
They were all old acquaintances. Otherwise, the two clubs wouldn't have contacted each other as soon as the morning training began.
Nian Thirteen was probably the only one who had a sour expression on his face when he shook hands with Lin Li. He was obviously still brooding over the loss of the match, so he turned around and scolded the members of the Hitman Squad.
Faced with their leader's reprimand, the other members of the Hitman Squad could only lower their heads and admit their mistakes obediently. Indeed, they did not perform well in this match, and they felt like they were 'a god leading four bums' that they could not carry.
"It's not as bad as carrying the team …"
At that moment, Morning Star saw Lin Feng and the others and walked over with a smile.
"Thirteen played well this time, but the other AD and support players of Assassin played well in the early stages. They've clearly improved since last year."
"If it was before … I don't think our Team God could have won this match."
There was some room for euphemism in his words.
But Lin Feng and the others understood what he meant.
That's right, if Team God were to encounter an Assassin who had improved as well, it would have been difficult to determine the winner of this round of training.
However, even though the Hitman Squad was improving, Team God, who had recently gone through intensive training and preparation for battle … had improved by an even greater degree.
Especially Morning Star and Wildsnow Nightsong, the two core C players who were already the team's trump cards, had already reached the threshold of a breakthrough.
Therefore, in all fairness, the current God Battle Squad had truly surpassed Assassin Battle Squad in terms of overall strength.
Of course, one couldn't be too sure.
After all, this was only a training match, and it was a 'best-of-one' match.
In the future, if they were to meet in the quarter-finals, when it came to the best-of-five matches, with the foundation of the Assassins Battle Team, they would definitely be able to display even stronger moves than they were now.
Thought Thirteen seemed to have finished lecturing his teammates. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Lin Feng.
"Yo, you're here?"
"What's up? Wanna have a match?"
Most of the other people in the training room were still fine with this statement, but all the members of the Assassin Battle Club stared at a certain someone with astonishment and amazement.
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