It was the second day after Lin Feng and the others arrived in Paris, France.
At the same time, it was also the last day before the elimination round of the quarterfinals.
All the club teams in the top eight arrived in Paris one after another and checked into their hotels. They also went to familiarize themselves with the competition venue. On the last day, they didn't have time to adjust and rest. They immediately threw themselves into the state of training and preparation.
At this time, it was no longer the same as before the group stage, where the various teams would organize training matches together. This was because there were only eight teams left, and they were about to face off against each other. At this stage, they needed to be even more cautious and vigilant against each other. They couldn't easily reveal more of their trump cards.
The LPL division had it a little easier. This was the first time that all three LPL teams had entered the top eight. At this time, the brother teams in the division could continue to practice with each other and help each other make up for their weaknesses.
Lin Feng, Ceng Rui, and Li Shiyi, who were recognized as LPL's royal sparring partners, were not idle.
After breakfast, they followed the players of the three teams to the training room and immediately began practicing. They could not waste any time. They practiced for the whole morning, and after lunch, they continued practicing in the afternoon until evening.
Tang Bingyao was supposed to be like Lin Feng and the others, but she still had to train with her new master. So when Bullet arrived in Paris in the afternoon, Tang Bingyao could only regretfully say goodbye to everyone and continue to receive special training from her master.
That night, Number One and the other seniors also arrived from Manchester City.
In the evening, as the specially hired coaches of the LPL division, they finally went to the training room to watch the training matches of the three teams and gave specific advice and opinions.
"KG is playing well this time."
"But it's okay in the early stages, but the rhythm is a little rushed in the middle. This is the problem with the demon. You don't need to think about cooperating with the jungler. Since you've chosen the mid to late stage Victor, you should control your temper a little more."
"For Quick Water, the jungler is a problem. If you're targeted in the early stages, learn from KG's response. Calm down and play slowly. The two of you have to communicate well. Some resources can be given to each other to make sure that at least one of them can stabilize."
"Shadow Puppet's support was very good, but it's still a little weak in terms of offense. Your bottom lane must really treat yourself as the second core of the team. Be more confident."
"Yup, Ah Hang's Enchantress was pretty good this round. It looks like his confidence has been boosted recently. But how did his last hit skills become so casual? I'll start a game with the AI later to refine my hand feel. "
He commented on the players of both KG and Quick Water's teams one by one, praising them as well as pointing out impolite problems.
When the topic finally shifted to Team God, Number One paused for a moment.
Looking at the members of God's main roster who were standing with their backs straight and solemn as they awaited instruction, No. 1 smiled.
"God's words —"
"No problem."
It was just a few light words.
However, it was enough to make the members of KG and Quick Water's teams unable to help but reveal looks of envy.
That was because such an evaluation was already the highest praise he could receive.
Envy was one thing, but the players of both teams could not bring themselves to feel any jealousy. That was because the entire day had been spent in a training match, and Team God's performance and condition were flawless. Compared to their two teams, Team God's performance was not just a little bit better.
Therefore, the ranking of strength in the LPL region was quite reasonable.
Today's God- Hand of God …
They were fully deserving of being the number one seed in their national server.
In fact, if they were to compete in the finals with this level of strength, Team God would have the qualifications to fight for this year's championship trophy.
Hearing such unreserved praise from their senior, the members of Team God could not help but reveal looks of excitement and joy.
Only Morning Star lowered his head in silence.
Number One glanced over and noticed this detail. He smiled.
"I heard that you played a few solo matches with Lin Feng last night, Ah Xing?"
Morning Star raised his head to look at Number One, then nodded his head in acknowledgment.
Number One walked to the side and pulled out a chair in front of a computer. Then, he casually waved at Morning Star.
"Come."
"Try two matches with me too."
Morning Star was slightly taken aback. He walked over and pulled out the chair opposite Number One and sat down.
Soon, the three solo matches were over.
Pushing the keyboard forward, Number One leaned against the back of the chair behind him. He looked at the game on the computer screen in front of him and raised his eyebrows. Then, his gaze fell on Morning Star.
"Not bad.
"But I'm still a little short."
Morning Star lowered his head. His hand that was holding the mouse clenched and unclenched subconsciously, then tightened again. In the end, he loosened his grip helplessly and let out a bitter laugh.
"Yeah."
"Just a little short, just a little short —"
There was a rare hint of annoyance and anger in his tone.
The players from the other three teams showed sympathetic and understanding expressions on their faces.
Recently, they had witnessed Morning Star's desperate and hard work. He was already the strongest among them, but he was still the one who trained the most and had the most time. But even so, he was still unable to break through the last small threshold. If this happened to anyone else, they would probably not be able to endure it …
Number One looked at Morning Star in front of him calmly and suddenly asked a question.
"How long have you been stuck at the level of the Seven Kings?"
Morning Star was stunned. He answered instinctively,
"About … three to four years."
Number One nodded and asked again,
"How long has it been since you saw the opportunity to break through the bottleneck?"
Morning Star did not even need to think about this question. "About … half a month."
Number One smiled.
"It was hard for you to make any progress for three to four years, but you managed to persevere.
"Now, you've been improving every day for half a month. Every day, you're getting closer to that window, but it's making you restless?"
His tone didn't carry too much harshness or harshness.
However, the moment he finished speaking, the Morning Star was stunned.
Number One had already stood up from his seat. He tilted his head and looked at Morning Star calmly.
"The threshold from the Seven Kings to the Four Emperors has never been easy to cross.
"You should have been mentally prepared for this kind of thing from the beginning."
"You can't let go of your hard work.
"Then, timing and luck also play a very important role."
"But if you don't face it with a calm mind, your hard work, timing, and luck will all be in vain.
"When you're anxious, your mind will be in chaos.
"With your current state of mind, not to mention breaking through the last layer of window paper, even if you go against MLG tomorrow, you'll be in big trouble."
Speaking up to this point, Number One narrowed his eyes slightly and looked deeply at Morning Star.
"Your greatest strength is that you have a stable mind. This is your greatest asset and reliance as a professional esports player.
"No matter what, don't lose this point."
Morning Star's body suddenly trembled. After a while, he gradually calmed down. He looked up at Number One and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, senior."
"I've learned something."
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