Although there were tens of thousands of bullet screen comments in the official livestream rooms of the major live streaming platforms, there were also a few scattered comments. These comments were from loyal fans of Team Assassin who persisted in their beliefs or held onto their hopes and expectations.
But after all, such comments were in the minority.
They were easily drowned in the torrent of messages and comments, disappearing without a trace.
It was the same principle.
Miracles did exist and could happen.
But because it was a miracle, the occurrence of such a thing was destined to be an extremely low probability event.
A small number of people might hold onto hope, but more often than not, they would only be met with disappointment.
Esports was not a melodramatic TV series, a novel, or a story.
Its cruelty lay in the fact that when all the data in the real world mercilessly gave a conclusion, the direction of events would often strictly and rigidly follow such a pattern. It was not something that could be reversed by one person shouting slogans, and it was not something that could be achieved just because one desired to see a miracle.
Therefore, even the small number of loyal fans of Team Assassin were already mentally prepared when they were trying their best to cheer for their team.
They had already thought of how they would face the final outcome that might be unacceptable.
However.
Perhaps this year's World Finals was indeed very different from previous years.
In this year's S6, there had been far too many accidents that had never occurred in previous tournaments, and that no one had even thought of.
For example, the stunning emergence of several rookie dark horse teams such as Fast Water, BW, Crown, and Minx.
For example, the strong rise of the three LPL teams, even breaking the record of three teams entering the top eight of the World Finals at the same time.
Another example was the performance of SSK, the publicly recognized strongest team in the world, the team that dominated the professional esports scene for more than half a generation. Even the world's number one mid laner, the leader of the Four Emperors, showed a rare and obvious decline on the field, as if his dominance was no longer as strong as it was in the past.
And so on and so forth.
Everything.
These were all things that people did not even dare to think of before this year.
But they all happened in this year's World Finals.
Constantly giving people shocks and surprises.
They kept happening, causing surprises and shock.
Therefore …
Perhaps in a sense, this year was a year of constant surprises and miracles.
Then —
Or perhaps, since so many surprises had already happened, even if there was one more …
It's okay?
…
When the last match of the morning was finally about to begin between Team Assassin and Team Minx, the players of both teams took their seats in the arena on the stage. On the spectator's big screen, the battle interface for the BAN round was displayed —
Lin Feng, who was sitting in the front row of the audience, had been quiet the entire time. He hadn't expressed any opinions or predictions about the outcome of the match.
Until a certain moment.
At a certain moment that no one around him had expected.
He suddenly opened his mouth.
"Thirteenth should be able to win."
Everyone's gazes looked over in unison at the first possible moment, and their gazes were filled with bewilderment and questions.
But a certain someone just lowered his eyes.
"Yes."
"It's just a sudden feeling."
At the same time, someone's voice fell.
A wave of shocked exclamations suddenly rang out from the entire audience!
On China's commentary platform, Old Mi's voice was filled with disbelief.
"Blind Monk!"
"Team Assassin in the blue team, on the third floor, lock onto the Blind Monk!"
"This time … Thirteenth is going all out!!"
In an instant, the LPL players in the front row of the audience were shocked. They suddenly turned their heads and looked at the big LCD screen on the stage. Sure enough, on the BAN selection screen, on the left side of the blue team, the hero selection box on the third floor lit up —
The avatar of the Blind Monk Li Qing was reflected in everyone's eyes!
The eyes of the girl sitting next to a certain someone flickered.
"If that's the case …
"There's really a possibility of a miracle."
…
Hence.
A miracle really happened.
It was presented in front of all the live audience in the Milton Stadium, and even in front of the millions of League of Legends players around the world.
Thirty-five minutes.
The last match of Group D in the morning was between Team Assassin and Team Minx.
After thirty-five minutes of thrilling and fierce battle.
The match was finally set at the thirty-fifth minute.
Accompanied by a thunderous atmosphere in the stadium.
Team Assassin in the blue team had brazenly achieved their second victory in the world finals.
Team Minx, the opponent —
Fell from the horse!
When the eye-catching blue "Victory" emblem appeared on the big screen, and when the purple base crystal exploded with a loud bang, all the contestants and spectators couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions in their hearts. They stood up abruptly!
Several Western commentators on the official commentary platform were completely dumbfounded.
A commentator who was not optimistic about the outcome of Team Assassin's match could be heard murmuring.
"God —"
Whether it was the commentators, the audience, or the players of each club team.
Before this, they had more or less analyzed and deduced this match.
The conclusions they came up with were shocking.
Because indeed —
No matter how they looked at it, they didn't see much hope for the Assassin Battle Team to win. They knew that if the Assassin Battle Team wanted to win this match, the crux was that Seven King jungler captain had to explode with unprecedented strength.
But even if they tried to analyze it from such a theoretical perspective, they could not imagine how good Thirteenth's jungler must be in order to lead the team to face the two core aces of Team Minx.
But now.
They did not need to imagine it.
Because they had seen it with their own eyes.
Finally, the audience came back to their senses and erupted into a tsunami of screams and cheers.
In particular, when several members of the Assassin Battle Team stood up and walked out of the arena, and when Nian Shisan appeared on the stage in front of everyone, the atmosphere in the arena boiled to the extreme!
The LPL players in the front row of the spectator seats were also so excited that they could not suppress their emotions. Lin Feng's eyes were bright as he turned to look at Li Shiyi.
"How is he compared to you in the past?"
Li Shiyi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice,
"Stronger!"
This.
Was already a form of recognition.
On the other side of the spectator seats, Phoenix, who was among his teammates in Team Legend, had a complicated expression on his face. He looked at the figure who had become the center of the stadium and sighed.
"Amazing."
It was still this moment.
As the God of World Support, Autumn's eyes were deep and bright. She took a deep look at the figure on the stage, then slowly retracted her gaze. She shook her head and muttered to herself.
"After this year —
"The Yonkō is becoming less and less valuable."
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