He had just accepted a challenge from Fate's Moon, and now he was planning to challenge Season to find out more about the God of Support, Autumn. Yesterday morning, he had even fought against Phoenix from Legend's Phoenix …
"F * ck, at this rate, are you going to ask SSK for another one?"
Huangxue Nightsong glanced at Lin Feng.
"I've already gathered all of the Four Kings for you."
Lin Feng rubbed his nose.
"Oh."
"That depends. If I have time … I can challenge him."
His tone had become relaxed and calm.
But Huangxue Nightsong, who had asked the question, was shocked. "Damn, are you really going to challenge Han Shihao? He's definitely stronger than you right now — "
Yes.
Even though they already knew the extent of Lin Feng's strength, they still hadn't forgotten the shock they had felt when they learned of the Four Kings' hand speed.
One had yet to reach his peak, while the other was already climbing to a higher peak.
Although some of these words were harsh to the ears, the reuniting of these two old enemies meant that one of them had no chance of winning, at least for now.
Lin Feng shrugged again.
"I'm just saying. He might not even accept it."
"But —"
"I told you, it doesn't matter who wins or loses."
Lin Feng paused for a moment, then waved his hand casually. "I'm willing to go to the support position and fight against Autumn. I don't think it's a big deal to play against that guy in the mid lane."
Huangxue Nightsong choked and was speechless.
Indeed.
Lin Feng was willing to face off against the God of Support in a support position that wasn't his strongest suit.
Now that he was in the position of mid player, why would he have any fear?
"Plus, hand speed doesn't mean everything."
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. "That guy hasn't really broken through yet. No matter what, victory or defeat will only be known after a fight."
… …
The topic that everyone was talking about was something that could only happen after the two days of formal training and confrontations.
Right now, every team had to bring out their original lineup and continue contending against their opponents.
In the fourth training room, the members of God Club were still waiting for their leader and coach to contact the other teams. After a while, Lin Feng, who had been waiting with Wildsnow Nightsong and Morning Star, started to feel a little bored. He looked around.
"Hey, no teams are here yet?"
"Your side is too slow …"
Morning Star shook his head. "I reckon that the other teams haven't finished their previous round either. Or they've started the second round right after the first round. That would take up more time."
According to the original most ideal estimation, the training matches for these two days should have been alternating between each team in a BO1 match. After the two teams played each other, they would quickly go their separate ways and immediately look for other teams to start another match.
This kind of training mode, which was similar to taking turns to train, could ensure that each team could come into contact with as many teams as possible in the shortest amount of time possible.
But the plan could not keep up with the changes.
That was how the script was written. The arrangement looked ideal, but it was inevitable that all sorts of unexpected situations would occur.
Perhaps some teams would want to fight another match after a match, unwilling to give up so easily. Or perhaps some teams would feel indignant after losing a match, unwilling to let go of their opponent.
Just like the previous match between KG and Cog, and the match between God and Fate, both were similar examples.
"KG and Quick Water should still be fighting, right?"
Lin Feng rubbed his chin.
"You guys haven't done anything for so long. Why don't we go next door and take a look?"
Wildsnow Nightsong said enviously, "Hey, you guys are the best. We can watch the matches everywhere we go. We can't leave even if we wanted to. I heard that Legend and Season got into a fight. I wonder how it went."
Morning Star thought of something.
"As for Quick Water … it seems like he's waiting for the next match after the previous match. I heard that they and Assassin's people have gone downstairs to the sixth floor."
Li Shiyi was stunned.
"Downstairs?"
"Over there … It's mainly the North American and European teams training, right?"
Morning Star nodded and was about to speak when Lin Feng's phone rang with a melodious ringtone. Lin Feng subconsciously looked down at the phone screen and was surprised.
"Hey, Old Shi is calling."
Wildsnow Nightsong laughed. "I knew it. I can't believe he still has the time to make a call. Isn't Quick Water pretty free too?"
Lin Feng had already picked up Shi Hang's voice call.
"Hey, what's up? You guys haven't started fighting yet? "
From the other end of the phone came Shi Hang's hushed voice. His tone was hurried and nervous.
"Cut the crap!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Come to the sixth floor! Training room eight! Hurry up! "
Lin Feng was a little puzzled. "What's up? What's the rush?"
At that moment, everyone around him looked at him. So, Lin Feng turned on the hands-free mode on his phone. Shi Hang's voice quickly rang out again, "What are you talking about?
"Our Quick Water and Hitman's people are all here!"
"Assassin is playing BW- * * right now. F * ck, this match is insane! Motherf * cker, I didn't expect this at all! Hurry up! Otherwise, you'll miss a good show! Don't say I didn't warn you! "
BW-*。
Hearing this keyword, the people on the other end of the line were stunned for a moment. Wildsnow Nightsong was the first to react. He looked at Lin Feng.
"Hey, didn't you say you were going to teach the BW players a lesson in the elevator?"
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, yeah."
He still hadn't forgotten about the BW second team or substitute player he met in the elevator yesterday.
Even though the next two days were mainly spent on sparring with the likes of Phoenix, Autumn, Moon, and even Han Shihao, he had also included teaching that BW player a lesson in his plans.
He hadn't thought about it before.
But now …
Could it be that the BW- * * had already confronted the Assassin first?
That's good.
My chance is here.
A certain someone rubbed his palms together. Beside him, Li Shiyi's eyes shone with a sharp light. An Xin shook her head helplessly. She knew she couldn't persuade these guys otherwise. Tang Bingyao leaned over to Shi Hang's phone and asked,
"How's the match going over there?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
Then, Shi Hang's voice carried an indescribably strange tone.
"It's a little unexpected.
"This match …
"I think Thirteenth's team is about to lose."
As soon as he said that.
Everyone on the other end of the line was stunned.
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