Unsurprisingly, after Spoon and Phoenix took over the Hamster game console and tried to challenge it a few more times, their Nightmare difficulty scores improved again, reaching 7 minutes 40 seconds and 8 minutes 02 seconds, respectively.
Because they were able to achieve such results with just a few more attempts, the real reaction speed of the two European Kings might be a few more points higher than their current scores.
But of course, that was all they could do.
Spoon, in particular, had just hit 8 minutes 02 seconds. He was sweating profusely and it took him a long time to recover. After entering the eighth minute, the difficulty suddenly increased again, leaving him with a lingering fear. "Damn it, the difficulty of this game console is insane. Eight minutes and above … I can't last much longer."
As expected, the attention of the two European Wizard Kings was mostly attracted by the mini hamster game machine. They began to discuss the relationship between the hand speed results and the realm of strength. The results and strength evaluation results they came up with were not far from the results of the discussion among the LPL players yesterday …
Therefore, at this moment, a certain someone who was standing next to him suddenly threw out the most terrifying truth bomb.
In an instant.
The two top European Kings fell into a state of sluggishness for almost a full ten seconds.
"Ten minutes?"
After a long time, they heard Spoon moaning almost like he was sleep-talking.
Even Phoenix could not remain calm at this moment. His eyes were wide open as he looked at Lin Feng in front of him. "Are you kidding me?"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes.
"What good does this joke do me?"
Finally, the two European Law Kings reluctantly accepted and digested the truth.
Then the atmosphere on the balcony suddenly became quiet.
The breeze blew, and the treetops swayed.
Spoon impatiently pressed the cigarette butt on the ashtray. He opened his mouth to speak, but he found that he couldn't find the right words to describe his feelings at the moment. After a long time, he finally managed to come up with a sentence:
After a long time, he said, "This … this guy, is he still human?"
He had risked his life just now, and with some luck, he had only managed to reach the 8-minute mark. He might not be able to replicate it even if he tried again, but the difficulty level after the 8-minute mark had shown him that … it was simply abnormal. No matter how lucky he was, no matter how much he performed, it was impossible for him to last more than 10 or 20 seconds at that level of difficulty.
But the head of the Four Emperors …
But it took 10 minutes!?
"The difficulty should be the same for eight to ten minutes." Lin Feng kindly added.
But it didn't have the slightest effect of comfort.
"That's not something a human can do —" Spoon almost flew into a rage out of humiliation, but then became dejected. "Damn it, ten minutes?"
Just a moment ago, he was still complacent about being able to play for eight minutes. But now, all his joy had disappeared. Such a result was almost a joke in front of the leader of the Yonkō (Four Emperors), who had played for ten minutes.
Phoenix looked down at his hands and shook his head with a bitter smile.
"The gap … is already so big?"
They were all Four Emperors.
Although he knew that his reflexes and hand speed weren't his forte, he still thought that he wouldn't be too far behind the other players of the same level. But now, it seemed like … the gap between them was like a natural chasm.
Just a moment ago, they were still discussing the link between the Gopher Machine's hand speed and strength. Seven minutes to eight minutes was the starting line for the Yonkō (Four Emperors), but how should they evaluate a result like ten minutes?
Was it really something that a Yonkō (Four Emperors) could do?
Four Emperors.
Four Emperors?
Subjectively, it was almost impossible to believe or admit certain things. But if one used the calmest and most objective reasoning to analyze and speculate, one would really come to such a frightening conclusion —
"Now I know why you're so sure." Phoenix looked up at Lin Feng and admitted with a bitter smile, "If that's the case, then it's true that Fly can't pose any threat or trouble to him."
Yes.
No matter how strong the Minx team's dark horse mid-laner was, no matter how good his personal skills were, he might even be able to cause some trouble to the top players of the Yonkō (Four Emperors) level, but if —
What if the opponent's strength was about to break through the upper limit of the Yonkō (Four Emperors)?
Lin Feng nodded.
"Forget about the others."
"If it's F, this Fly will probably die a terrible death."
When the personal play that you were best at, or even the only weapon you relied on, was destined to be completely destroyed by your opponent, then you were actually useless.
You had no ability to compete or even resist.
"If that's the case, then it seems that Minx really can't do anything to SSK." Phoenix shook his head again and sighed. "In the end, the only ones who need to worry about the second seed from Korea are us."
Indeed.
Perhaps SSK could still sit on the throne, but the strength of the Minx team's mid-laner and top laner was already on the table. Even if he couldn't pose any threat to SSK, he would still be a huge threat to any other veteran top team in this year's finals.
Lin Feng nodded.
"It's quite troublesome."
"It's mainly because this style of mid-laner is very rare in recent years. Most teams probably don't have the experience to deal with this kind of pure offensive mid-laner. It'll take a little more time to get used to it."
Someone paused and pondered for a moment. Then he patted his head in realization.
"Oh, right."
"This style is a bit similar to that of Senior No. 2."
Phoenix was taken aback, and next to him, Spoon also reacted.
"You mean … 'Senior'?"
The two European kings had experienced the S1 season, so they were no strangers to the legends of China's esports scene.
Lin Feng nodded.
No wonder he felt a sense of familiarity when he heard Phoenix and Spoon describe Minx's mid laner playstyle. Speaking of this kind of pure offensive style … Among the seniors back in the day, Senior No. 2 was also of this type.
"That senior also has this style?" Phoenix was slightly surprised.
Lin Feng nodded.
"Of course!"
"But he's probably a bit more aggressive than Fly. Of course, he's definitely better in other aspects."
While the three of them were chatting, they suddenly heard a leisurely voice coming from behind them.
"Tsk, who are you talking about?"
"Brat, if your Senior No.2 really hears you comparing him to someone else, believe it or not, your head will be smashed by him —"
Lin Feng and the other two turned around.
Looking towards the source of the voice, one could see that the balcony's security door had been pushed open at an unknown time. A young man in his early thirties leisurely walked out. Behind the young man was another man wearing a trench coat. His expression was cold and indifferent.
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