In this year's S6 World Finals, there were rookie dark horse teams that had emerged from all major divisions.
For example, BW- * from the European LCS division, Crown from the North American LCS division, and Minx from Korea who were currently in a match against God.
Each of these rookie dark horse teams also had their own core ace players with amazing strength.
However, putting aside the difference in strength between these genius rookie players, at least in terms of mentality and personality, Blade, as the core ADC of Crown, was much stronger than the other rookie players of the same generation.
He did not have the arrogance and conceit that a genius rookie player should have.
Even though he had a slight upper hand against Season's bottom lane, the ADC of Crown did not have much of a complacent mentality.
He had always been humble and low-key.
He had never looked down on any of his opponents.
In the match against God in the morning, he had slightly suppressed Wildsnow Nightsong in the bottom lane. Even so, Blade was not complacent about the comments and compliments from his teammates. Instead, he refuted them.
Of course, that was the truth.
In the match this morning, it seemed like his bottom lane was suppressing the bottom lane duo of Team God. However, as the ADC of the opposing team, he was the one who knew how much pressure he had to bear at that time.
That was when he gave it his all, but he could only barely suppress Wildsnow Nightsong's rhythm.
Moreover, it was because the first wave of opponents had slightly let down their guard, allowing him to seize the opportunity to maintain a suppressive state for the rest of the match.
If he had to do it all over again …
Perhaps he might not even be able to gain an advantage over the core ace ADC of God in the bottom lane.
More importantly, even though his bottom lane had the advantage in the lane, when the lane was over and the match had progressed to the mid to late game, Barren Snow Nightsong was still slowly regaining his rhythm in the team fight.
His opponent's team battle ability … was even stronger than his strength in the lane!
This was something that even Blade had to admit he was inferior to.
Therefore, even though his teammates around him thought that Barren Snow Nightsong's ADC, Policewoman's performance on the battlefield was quite average, Blade did not think so.
He was very sure that even if it seemed like Morning Star's mid lane Verus had been dominating the stage for the past twenty to thirty minutes, as long as there was a chance … Barren Snow Nightsong's ADC, Policewoman, would definitely be able to perform a wave of amazing carry maneuvers.
Even if he was at a disadvantage in the early stages, he would still be able to resist the pressure.
Even if he encountered all kinds of attacks.
Even if they seemed to be doing nothing in the first few minutes of the match, unable to find any opportunities —
But.
As long as they waited for the next wave.
They were all able to grasp the opportunity firmly in their hands, and then suddenly explode to complete a heaven-defying turnaround.
This was the quality that a mature professional ADC player should possess.
Blade was well aware that there was still a gap between him and the veteran ADC players, but he was never discouraged by it. Instead, his fighting spirit and fighting spirit only grew stronger.
This was because he knew that what he lacked was not talent, but a large amount of combat experience compared to the other veteran players.
As long as he was given a little more time …
He was confident that one day in the near future, he could truly stand at the top of the ADC pyramid in the professional esports circle.
Only then could he truly live up to his talent and hard work.
Similarly …
He would also live up to the teachings of his mentor.
…
However, when Blade thought of this, he suddenly paused for a moment. He then lowered his head slightly to hide the flickering light in his eyes so that the other teammates around him would not notice.
Speaking of his mentor — — — —
No.
In fact, although he regarded the other person as his most respected and worshipped teacher, that senior had been extremely cold and indifferent from the beginning, telling him not to call him "master."
He could understand the meaning of that senior.
Indeed, it was because his talent was still not enough. Even if he was amazing and dazzling compared to most people, it was still far from enough to become the disciple of that legendary senior.
However, he had never been discouraged because of this. Originally, he thought that as long as he continued to work hard and improve, there would come a day when he would be recognized by that senior. He would then be able to call him "master" in front of that senior.
He had always worked hard to achieve his biggest goal. His dedication to this goal even exceeded his desire for the various glory and world championship trophies in the professional arena.
In his opinion, the S6 finals this time was the best stage to prove himself. It was also the most promising opportunity for him to prove to that senior that he was qualified to become his disciple. Therefore, on the first day he arrived in Manchester, he had already mustered up all his energy and was ready to put his life on the line.
However, things did not go as he wished.
Just last night.
He was pleasantly surprised to receive a phone call from that senior, but the news he heard made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave in an instant.
The senior that he regarded as his master rarely spoke to him. Even when he was teaching, he did not speak any nonsense. In that phone call, the other person's tone was as cold and indifferent as ever, but the words he said made him sit dumbfounded on the edge of his bed for the entire night, unable to accept or calm down.
"Although it's not necessary, I might as well tell you that I have just accepted a disciple."
"Her talent and potential are far above yours."
"In the future, she will also be the only successor to my legacy."
The atmosphere in the training room was still noisy and restless. Everyone off-stage was still fully focused on the match on the field, which had already entered the middle and late stages of the match.
At that moment, Blade's eyes were lowered, his long blonde bangs falling down to cover his expression, so the other Crown teammates beside him did not notice.
No one noticed.
At this moment, the Crown team's rookie ace ADC player had clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails almost pierced into his palms.
He was able to go head-on against the bottom lane composition of the North American LCS with the God of Support, Autumn, and still fight with all his might to achieve the peak of his glory.
He was able to fight head-on against the LPL's number one ADC, Wildsnow Nightsong, and gain the upper hand in a head-on confrontation.
He had put in a hundred and twenty percent of his effort in exchange for these rewards.
He understood that he still had shortcomings, so he did not feel the slightest bit arrogant and complacent. He gritted his teeth and continued to work hard to improve.
Everything.
All for the sake of gaining the recognition of his master.
But now …
It was only a phone call last night, and that senior's indifferent and emotionless words had declared all his hard work a death sentence.
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