"Just like how a solo match between the same hero is the best way to see the difference in skill between the two players, if two teams with similar playstyles and overall tactics, but both rely on their junglers as their core, they will naturally be able to determine the victor much faster than normal opponents."
An Xin's tone was leisurely and calm, but her words made Ceng Rui, Li Shiyi, and Shi Hang subconsciously think quickly, trying to analyze and understand the meaning of her words.
It seemed …
That was indeed the case!
An Xin smiled again when she saw the realization dawning on the faces of the others.
"The other teams might not be weaker than the Assassin Battle Team in terms of overall strength, and there's no lack of powerhouses at the level of the Seven Kings. However, if BW encounters any of these teams, there's a chance of victory."
"That's because their jungler, Nate, is on the level of the Seven Kings. This is something that other teams don't have.
"As long as they can maximize the effectiveness of their jungler, even if the other lanes are equally strong, they won't be able to pose any real threat to BW.
"At most, I'll be the jungler, and you'll be the top, mid, or bottom lane. We'll all use our best skills …
"Based on this logic, even if BW were to encounter a team like Fate with the Four Emperors, they might still stand a chance. After all, Fate's jungler is their weakness.
"However …"
The girl paused for a moment. She picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a sip to moisten her throat before continuing.
"Under normal circumstances, if BW were to encounter Assassin …
"But they definitely wouldn't stand a chance."
Her tone was firm.
By then, Li Shiyi, Shi Hang, and Ceng Rui had gradually come to a realization. Only Tang Bingyao was still in a daze. Lin Feng continued to explain.
"Steamed Bun is right.
"The other teams won't pose too much of a threat to BW. Even if they are slightly stronger, BW will still have a chance of winning with their junglers. However, if they encounter the Assassins, who are also the core junglers and rely on their junglers to drive the rhythm of the team, when these two teams meet, it will be a battle of skill between their junglers."
"As long as your jungler is weaker than mine, you won't be able to establish any sort of rhythm or advantage in the early stages."
"You can't keep up with my tempo. You won't even be able to drag it to the end. You'll collapse at the beginning."
"And I'll lose more miserably than ever before."
Meet force with force.
The two forces collided.
Either you die or I die. There was no possibility of a third compromise.
Tang Bingyao slowly understood. "So … BW's jungler is weaker than Nian Thirteen. As long as his jungler can't beat him, the rest of his team will collapse."
Lin Feng looked satisfied and nodded: "Yes, that's right."
"The styles and core tactical systems of these two parties are simply natural enemies." Shi Hang could not help but sigh.
An Xin smiled.
"Yeah, if we don't prepare beforehand and BW's jungler is weaker than Thirteen, we'll definitely lose."
This kind of thing naturally couldn't be allowed to happen in a situation where they already understood the situation clearly.
Therefore, it was not surprising that the BW team would spend so much time and effort to come up with a strategy to counter Nian Thirteen.
The same logic could be applied in reverse.
"As long as the strategy is successful, when Nian Thirteen's jungler isn't able to perform to his full potential, the Assassins will instantly lose at least 60 to 70 percent of their strength. They won't have any hope of turning the tables."
An uproar broke out among the spectators in the training room when An Xin finished her words. Everyone shifted their attention to the LCD screen on the wall. The eye-catching blue "Victory" emblem was slowly rising in the air.
BW Team won.
"What a pity …"
Shi Hang couldn't help but sigh again. He shook his head with a regretful expression.
"Nian Thirteen's performance was really spectacular."
"It wasn't easy for him to regain his momentum."
Indeed.
Looking at the final battle results, Nian Thirteen's jungler, Olaf, had a KDA of 6/7/7. In other words, despite being targeted countless times in the early stages of the match, Olaf was still able to forcefully stabilize the tempo of the match. He managed to kill four to five players and helped his teammates get six or seven assists.
Olaf, who was strong in the early stages, was able to perform so well in the late stages of the match. It could be said that Nian Thirteen's performance was impeccable.
But …
It was still useless.
The reason why Nian Thirteen was able to hold on for so long in the late stages of the match was purely because of his own strength.
However, the tempo of the match was indisputably in a mess. No matter how strong Nian Thirteen was, he couldn't really turn the tide.
Take a look at Panther Lady, the jungler of the blue team —
Battle results: 9/1/11.
She was almost godly.
She was also the best MVP of this training match.
"F * ck, how can you call that MVP —" Shi Hang grunted in anger. He was obviously gritting his teeth. Even Li Shiyi and Ceng Rui couldn't help but agree with him.
Yes, Panther Girl's battle results were good. This match was indeed breathtaking.
But in the end, this is not something you can accomplish by yourself.
Even if you achieved such an MVP result, it would still be difficult for others to truly be convinced.
An Xin shook her head.
"That's too arbitrary."
"A match isn't just a matter of a few players. The importance of a coaching team is never inferior to that of a player. This time, BW is indeed better in this aspect."
Lin Feng nodded. His gaze shifted to the Assassin Battle Team's seating area.
"That's true."
"But … if he loses this round, I reckon that Thirteenth Brother will still be furious."
…
At this moment, Nian Thirteen felt extremely aggrieved.
He didn't vent his anger on his teammates.
It was purely because of the jungler he was facing this time.
He had been completely suppressed from start to finish. It would have been fine if it was because he wasn't good enough, but he was sure that Nate was only below the Seven Kings. He wasn't even at the level of one of the Seven Kings. There was still a gap between him and Nate.
This was …
He had been tricked by his opponent.
Nian Thirteen's face was so gloomy that it was almost black. He slowly stood up from his seat without saying a word, but his eyes were cold as he stared in the direction of the BW Battle Club's crowd.
He could even see that at this moment, there were two coaches in the coaching staff holding notepads and scribbling quickly on them. He didn't have to guess to know that they were recording and analyzing his playing methods and ideas.
F * ck!
A wave of anger almost rushed to his head, but Nian Thirteen forcibly suppressed it. The corners of his mouth curved into a self-deprecating smile.
He was just a Seven Kings jungler …
They really did think highly of him.
God knew how much effort these guys had put into researching him.
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