Chapter 3221
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It was the fifth day of the S6 World Finals.
It was also the second last day of the group stage.
That afternoon, after the second match between MLG and Rapid Water in Group C ended, the rankings of the two teams that advanced to the next round had been settled.
Following that, Team God won two more matches in a row, and their group record rose to 5 wins and 0 losses. There was no longer any doubt as to who would advance from Group D, the death group.
It truly belonged to God- Hand of God.
Even though they were up against the other three top teams in the same group, even though they were in the most difficult and harsh group environment of the finals, which was supposed to be the most intense in people's minds, the top seed of the LPL still managed to stand out from Group D with a terrifying and domineering attitude. It was terrifying to the point where it made people's hearts palpitate.
The entire arena was stunned.
And because of this —
Once Team God had secured the first place in their group, the remaining circumstances in Group D became even more severe and unfavorable.
No one had thought that this team would fight to such a tragic degree.
The existence of Team God was the most terrifying catalyst for this group.
They won all five matches.
This was equivalent to completely forcing the other three teams in the same group into a hopeless situation.
We can't beat God- Hand of God.
So …
They could only turn their attention to the other two teams.
"Fate's record is 1 wins and 3 losses."
"Assassin's record is 1 wins and 3 losses."
On the commentary platform in the stadium, Old Mi sucked in a breath of cold air as he listened to the statistics of the teams in Group D. He could not help but feel a headache coming on.
"This pace … is unprecedented in the past —"
Yes.
No matter if it was compared to Group A, Group B, and Group C in the past few days, or compared to the group stages of any previous finals, there had never been such a situation.
Under normal circumstances, if any team in a group had a winning record like this, there would be no suspense at all. A team with such a record was almost certain to be eliminated.
But now …
Two teams had 1 wins and 3 losses.
There was another team that only had 1 win and 2 losses.
If Minx were to lose to God again, their record would be the same as Hitman and Fate's.
All three teams had one win and three losses in the first four matches!
They had fought to this point, but there was still a bewildering suspense.
"It's really because God is playing too well and too strong."
KG's jungler, Old C, sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Yes.
It was because of the existence of God- Hand of God in this group that the other three teams in the same group fell into this situation.
On the other hand —
The other core reason for this situation was that although the other three teams weren't a match for Team God, they were equally matched in terms of strength.
That was why they were in such a stalemate.
It was so heart-wrenching.
…
Night fell.
The players from the LPL division walked out of Milton Stadium and were about to take the bus back to the hotel when they bumped into the Assassin team members at the parking lot outside the stadium.
As they looked at each other, the atmosphere became somewhat complicated and heavy.
For God, there was not much interaction between him and the Assassins in the same group.
The two matches were over.
However, it was precisely because of Team God's two consecutive victories against the Assassins that the latter had been forced into a situation where there was almost no room for retreat.
From a certain point of view, the members of Team God still felt a little guilty and embarrassed to see their old friends in such a situation.
"It's nothing."
As the leader of the Assassin Squad, Nian Thirteen's attitude was extremely casual and calm.
"In the finals, everyone has to bring out their true abilities to determine who's better."
"What's the point of winning if you let us have a go?"
"Fortunately, you guys used your full strength to fight us. That's respect."
"Otherwise, I'd be the first to fall out with you."
Yes.
Esports did not care about feelings.
In the arena, one's ability was the key to determining the winner.
If you win, it's your indisputable victory. If you lose, it's my loss.
Huangxue Nightsong wanted to say something, but in the end, he just reached out and punched Nian Thirteen's shoulder.
"Tomorrow, all the best!"
Nian Thirteen grinned.
"Do I need you to say that?"
"We can't compete with Team God for first place in the group, but at least we have a place in the top eight … We Assassins won't let it go so easily."
At this point, Thought the Thirteenth paused and turned his gaze to Morning Star.
"However, there's something else I need your help with."
Morning Star's expression was solemn.
"Go ahead."
Nian Thirteen shrugged.
"It's not a big deal. Anyway … Tomorrow, when you go against Minx, just don't let them win."
Morning Star was slightly startled, then immediately reacted and nodded.
"Don't worry."
"That match … we'll give it our all."
Indeed.
Although the two matches between Team God and the Assassins were over, and Team God could not help Team God in any way, at least if they could defeat Minx, it would be an additional ray of hope for the Assassins.
If Team Minx were to win a match against God tomorrow, their chances of advancing to the next stage would be much higher than Hitman and Fate.
But if Team Minx lost as well …
The last spot left in Group D would be fought over by the three teams in an absolutely fair situation.
"Thank you very much."
Nian Thirteen laughed. He then looked at the people in the LPL division and waved his hand coolly.
"Goodbye."
"See you in the top eight."
With that.
This Assassin Squad's Seventh King jungler captain didn't even look back as he strode away, his figure gradually disappearing into the night.
Watching Nian Thirteen's back, the LPL players fell silent again.
Ceng Rui said in a low voice.
"If Assassins wants to advance to the top eight …"
Next to him, Tian Tian's voice was heavy.
"It'll be very difficult."
Tang Bingyao couldn't help but ask.
"How difficult?"
Morning Star sighed and continued, "They have to win both matches against Fate and Minx tomorrow."
Wildsnow Nightsong shook his head.
"If they go against Fate, they'll have a better chance.
But it'll be too difficult for Assassins to defeat Minx. "
Lin Feng rubbed his nose.
"They have two points in the top and middle."
"Assassins can't beat them in both points."
"In other words, Thirteenth Brother's role as the jungler must be able to suppress both The-Sword and Fly at the same time."
The atmosphere under the night sky became a little depressing again.
Shi Hang murmured.
"He's suppressing two junglers …"
"What the f * ck —"
"How good does he have to be as a jungler?"
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