Hilton Hotel, seventh floor training room.
After listening to Lin Feng's solemn request, the man nodded casually.
"Understood."
"Then … shall we start with a solo?"
As he spoke, the man walked to another computer opposite a certain someone, put down the small notebook in his hand that seemed to have always been carrying with him, and clicked on the power button.
solo？
Lin Feng was stunned. He couldn't help but look at the man in front of him suspiciously.
"Senior, do I want to solo you?"
The man raised an eyebrow.
"What, is there a problem?"
Lin Feng carefully chose his words. "This … isn't it a little inappropriate? I've recovered quite well. I'm afraid of solo — "
He didn't finish the second half of his sentence. His wording was more tactful, but the meaning was obvious.
The man understood and laughed angrily.
"What, are you still thinking about my pride? Are you afraid that you'll crush me in a solo?"
"Stinking brat, even if I, your senior, can't compare to Senior Number One, Senior Number Three, or even Xiao Wu and Number Two, I'm not a soft persimmon that can be casually pinched by anyone, okay? If you look down on me too much … believe it or not, I'll torture you first in a while?"
Most people wouldn't be able to say these words. They didn't have the capital or the confidence to do so.
Because it was indeed as Lin Feng said. Even if he hadn't recovered to his peak, he had already stepped back into the realm of the Yonkō. In terms of pure individual control and solo ability, even the strong Yonkō, Moon and Phoenix, were inferior to him.
With this level of strength, basically no one could last more than a few rounds against him in a solo.
But …
At that moment, the person sitting in front of Lin Feng had the strength to refute Lin Feng's words.
Just as he said —
Perhaps compared to Number One, Number Three, Number Two, and Number Five, whether it was in the past or now, the man's technical ability was much inferior.
But as a teammate of those top legends of the previous generation, even if his strength was slightly inferior to those of his companions, he still couldn't be underestimated.
In fact, from the way Lin Feng spoke, as well as the respectful attitude and way he addressed him, the man's identity was already obvious.
He was the executive vice chairman of the North American Telecommunications Association.
He was one of the most dazzling stars among the brilliant experts of the previous generation.
He was also the last of the five members of that legendary team back then.
He is …
Number four.
…
As a couple, No.1 and No.5 were always inseparable from each other. Aside from No.3, who was used to being independent and didn't like to be restrained by others, No.2 and No.4 were also inseparable from each other.
This time, because of some important matters, No. 2 deliberately came from North America. Naturally, it was no surprise that No. 4 also followed closely behind.
"Come, come, come. We haven't seen each other for so many years. Let me show you what I can do —"
He casually took off his suit jacket and put it aside. He also rolled up the sleeves of his white long-sleeved shirt. At this moment, Number Four appeared to be full of fighting spirit and excitement.
"Stinking brat … You dare to look down on me?"
"I didn't teach you enough back then."
A certain someone sitting opposite him glanced at Number Four and muttered softly,
"Senior, you didn't even win against me in a solo."
Number Four raised an eyebrow when she heard this.
"Hmm?"
"Say that again?"
A certain someone wasn't afraid at all. He said confidently, "I say, senior, you're already so old. Are you still in good condition? If I beat you up too badly later, you won't be able to back down. "
For a certain someone and his other teammates in the past, the legendary seniors were naturally teachers that they respected and worshiped. However, among them, Number Four, who was the easiest to talk to, was definitely the closest to them.
Even if it was Number Five, sometimes when he was strict, it would make the juniors keep quiet out of fear.
But Number Four was different.
He was always smiling and had a good temper. When he pointed out problems, he would be extremely patient and speak softly. Naturally, Lin Feng and the others were not afraid of him. Sometimes, they would even joke around with him. If he was talking to Number Two, they would probably be dead by now.
As expected, Number Four wasn't angry when she heard a certain someone's ridicule. Instead, she smiled.
"Kid, you're very confident now."
"Looks like you've recovered quite well. Alright, let's try a round first."
Soon, the solo match began.
On the blue side, Lin Feng chose a standard Clockwork Demon Spirit. It seemed like he really wanted to save face for Senior Number Four, so he didn't choose a Small Fishman Enchantress or any other hero that would offend him.
As for the purple team, Number Four took out Caitlyn, the policewoman from Leather City.
Lin Feng was a little surprised.
"Hey, isn't it a solo mid?"
Number Four shrugged. "You can be the mid. I'm more comfortable with Policewoman."
"Fine, I'll let you win a little."
He was quite generous.
Then, something happened.
The solo match finally came to an end at the 11th minute of the game time. The purple team, Policewoman, won, and the conditions for winning were …
It was a full 100 Last Hits.
Number Four, who had won the first solo match, appeared to be in high spirits.
"Hey, what did you say?"
"Did you see my skill?"
Lin Feng's eyelids twitched. "That's … too sneaky."
From the beginning to the end, Policewoman avoided fighting and focused on the last hit. She even used an anti-magic cloak in the middle of the fight. She was so thick-skinned that she wanted to get 100 last hits first. Even Clockwork Demon could do nothing about it.
It was a bit embarrassing to lose.
Number Four's expression didn't change. "What's so sneaky about it? Winning is strength. Don't look for excuses."
Indeed.
Although he had held back a little in this round, on the other hand, in this solo round, Policewoman, who was under the control of Number Four, had mastered the rhythm of the last hit. She also had a good grasp of the distance between the two of them. From start to finish, Clockwork did not have a single chance to retaliate.
In fact, he had already displayed a terrifying computational ability that made one's scalp go numb without batting an eyelid.
So it wasn't an unfair loss.
But —
Lin Feng took a deep breath. He was going to go all out next.
"Again."
The second solo match began. Number Four seemed to want to repeat the same trick and chose a single Bomberman. But this time, his Bomberman was up against Lin Feng's Fishman.
Four minutes into the game.
The Little Murloc forced a head-on attack, followed by a double E and a flash, followed by a solid pole-vault, followed by a straight A, followed by another A.
A burst of damage instantly killed the Bomberman.
"First Blood (First Blood)! — — "
The system's female voice announced the kill.
The solo match ended.
A certain someone let out a long sigh of relief. He felt a little more comfortable this round. Then, he quickly looked at Number Four, his fighting spirit raging.
"Again!"
But this time, Number Four unexpectedly waved his hand.
"Not again."
Someone couldn't help but be stunned.
"Huh?"
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