There was still one day left before the opening of the first round of the finals.
Tomorrow was still the second day of the exchange training and confrontation as planned.
However, this night was destined to be difficult for the players, coaches, and leaders of the teams and clubs in the major divisions to calm down.
It was a seemingly peaceful and quiet night.
But there was a hidden undercurrent.
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It was not just a rigorous self-examination of his performance that day.
He even pointed out all the mistakes, problems, and shortcomings of the other members of the team during the day's training matches. He pointed out all of them from start to finish.
Then he talked about the problems of the team as a whole.
He gave an extremely detailed constructive analysis and summary.
Penetrating to the core.
He practically took on most of the work of the club's coaches and team leaders.
Everyone in the Assassin Club, including the coaches and team leaders, seemed to be used to such a situation. The players listened very carefully and attentively, constantly nodding and taking notes in their notebooks.
When the recap was over, the Assassin Club members gradually dispersed and went back to their rooms to wash up and rest. Nian Thirteen, who was thirsty from all the talking, picked up a bottle of mineral water beside him, twisted the cap, and gulped down two mouthfuls. A club leader next to him came over and patted him on the shoulder.
"You've worked hard."
Nian Thirteen turned his head and looked at the chief leader of the Assassin Club, waving his hand casually.
"It's okay."
"I'm used to it."
The leader of the Assassin Club, nicknamed "Octopus", shook his head. "I'm not being polite, but it's really hard. Other teams probably have more mature and professional coaching teams that analyze and formulate strategies for the players' situations. But here, almost half of the coaching team's work is taken on by you, the team leader. It's been like this for so many years. Sometimes I don't know what the Assassin Club would do without you."
There was an unconcealable sadness in his tone.
Yes.
Compared with other teams, Nian Thirteen, the jungler captain of the Assassin Club, was almost completely integrated with the team. He was the true core and soul of the team.
He was the pillar of the whole club.
Without him, the Assassins were not just short of a jungler or a leader.
In the past, a media commentator from the LMS division had commented, "The Assassins have dominated our LMS division for so many years. Of course, the other LMS teams' lack of competitiveness is one of the factors, but more importantly … the existence of the Assassins' captain, Nian Thirteen."
"Without Psychic Thirteen, Hitman Killer might be able to maintain his position as the top player in the LMS division, but he definitely wouldn't be as dominant."
"And when it comes to the World Championship, without Nian Thirteen, Team Assassin won't be able to compete with the top teams in the other regions. They'll end up just like the other LMS teams. They'll be crushed."
Indeed.
Although the wording of such a comment was slightly exaggerated, it was enough to the point.
In an LMS regional tournament, the other members of Team Assassin might be able to rely on their individual strength to suppress the players of other LMS teams and achieve some results.
But when it came to the international S-League stage …
In that case, Nian Shisan was the one who was leading the entire team forward.
Most other teams often referred to the wooden bucket principle, where the shortest piece of wood determined the overall strength of the entire team. But when it came to the Assassins, it was up to Nian Thirteen, the jungler captain, to determine the upper limit of the Assassins.
How strong was Nian Thirteen?
Only then would they be able to lead their team further.
Nian Thirteen had always understood this principle. Therefore, at this moment, in the face of the team leader's exclamation and praise, he was silent for a moment, shook his head, and suddenly said,
"Octopus, let's schedule a few less matches for tomorrow's mock competition."
"Or let someone else take over the position of jungler. Let me rest for a while."
As the leader of Team Assassin, Octopus was shocked to hear this.
"Let you take over?"
"What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well? Do you want the team doctor to take a look? "
Immediately, Octopus anxiously asked a series of questions. Nian Thirteen's existence was too important to the Assassins. If something really happened to their ace jungler captain, it would directly have a devastating impact on their team's chances in the finals.
Nian Thirteen shook his head.
"I'm fine."
"I just want to take a break and give myself some time to think about some problems."
Octopus was a little stunned. "Think about problems?"
Nian Thirteen grunted and suddenly looked up at the team leader in front of him. "Say, if I'm a little stronger, the Assassins should be more competitive in the finals, right?"
"Of course!" Team Leader Octopus answered without hesitation, but then he was puzzled. "But you're now the world's top jungler. At most, only Mafa can compete with you. You're at the level of the Seven Kings. What more do you want —"
Nian Thirteen nodded. "What if I can become stronger?"
"Stronger than the Seven Kings? What's that? The Four Emperors? Oh, there are only four of them in the Four Emperors … "Octopus said subconsciously. Suddenly, he realized something and stared at the ace player of his club in front of him." Wait a minute! You mean? This, this, this … You? Could it be!? "
His voice began to tremble with excitement.
In an instant, Nian Thirteen's thoughts went back to the scene where he fought with the girl in the training room downstairs. His eyes flickered.
"It's possible."
"I really see a glimmer of hope."
…
Team Leader Zhang, the chief of the God club, took a deep breath. He looked at Morning Star in front of him and was speechless for a long time.
The coaches of the coaching team beside him also had looks of disbelief on their faces. It was obvious that they had been shocked.
As for the other members of the team, they were also dumbfounded and looked at their team leader with their mouths wide open.
They had just finished the review and analysis meeting for the day.
And at the end of the meeting …
Just as everyone was about to leave, Morning Star, the team leader, suddenly called out to them again, "Let's go.
"Everyone, please wait."
"I … have some thoughts about tomorrow's training match against SSK, and I'm ready to share them with you."
The explanation took about three minutes.
From the beginning to the end, Morning Star's expression was calm, and he spoke slowly.
How could it be!?
Wasn't this crazy?
How could he make such a daring and risky attempt?
Team Leader Zhang was the first to come back to his senses. He fixed his eyes on the team member in front of him whom he trusted the most. He said cautiously,
"Are you sure?"
Morning Star nodded and answered in a low voice,
"I'm sure."
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