Many people had heard of the saying, "Guessing the process but not the result."
Today, however, for the live audience at the Pullman Stadium in Paris, as well as the countless players and netizens watching the official online live broadcast, this sentence was completely reversed.
They had guessed the result.
But not the process.
Because in any case, no matter how one objectively evaluated or even overestimated the strength of the MLG team, there was no doubt that the overall strength of God- Hand of God was stronger than the MLG team, and they had a higher chance of winning.
Therefore, before the match, people were more inclined to think that the final winner of this set of 'best-of-five' matches should be Team God.
It was just that most people had different opinions on the specific score.
Some people thought that the final score should be 3 to 2, and that both teams would fight for the full five matches, and it would be a fierce stalemate until the last moment when Team God won by a small margin.
Some people also thought that Team God's strength and condition should be stronger, so a score of 3 to 1 was a relatively more reasonable result.
Almost no one thought of another possibility.
Even on the official commentary platform, a few European and American commentators who liked to joke around and boldly make all kinds of conjectures just casually mentioned, "It would be really interesting if Team God won all of them, hahaha." But they just joked about it.
No one took such a joke seriously.
But now.
The result was in front of everyone's eyes.
The giant LCD screen on the stage displayed the eye-catching and glaring final score of both teams.
God- Hand of God, 3 to 0, defeated Team MLG.
A complete victory.
The live audience below the stage was in a trance as if they were in a dream. They had not yet recovered from the three fierce and devastating battles that had just happened. Scenes after scenes flashed in front of everyone's eyes.
That was …
A massacre!
A full frontal suppression.
Even in the mid-lane, Spoon, who was one of the top seven king-level mid-laners who was second only to Phoenix in the European Division, could not withstand Morning Star's fierce attacks and was forced to retreat.
Three victories.
The average time spent was only 30 minutes.
In the third round, God- Hand of God had secured the victory in the middle of the 26th minute, destroying the opponent's base crystal.
Many people were still in a daze.
This …
Was this really the evenly matched confrontation that they had originally anticipated?
Why does it feel like it's a crushing defeat with unequal strength!?
…
Finally, when everyone gradually came back to their senses, the noise and uproar in the venue grew louder until the entire venue was in an uproar. Many of the China players who heard it shouted at the top of their lungs in ecstasy.
“God！！ — Awesome!! — "
In China, in the official live-streaming rooms of all the major online live-streaming platforms, the bullet screen exploded in an instant.
Victory!!
At this moment, all the local players finally calmed down and believed what they were seeing.
It was a complete uproar!
They cheered and celebrated with abandon!
Did you see that? This was the number one seed in the Chinese LPL division. It was not luck that they won all their matches in the group stage. Even if they were up against the number one seed in Europe this year, they would still be crushed with three consecutive wins!!
Amidst the raucous atmosphere in the stadium, the Western commentators on the official commentary platform tried their best to analyze and comment on the match through their microphones. However, no matter how much they racked their brains, they just couldn't come up with the right words to describe Team God's victory.
A North American commentator who previously insisted that Team God's strength could not be compared to SSK's had a complicated expression on his face. After a long time, he finally sighed.
"Alright, I give up.
"Now I have to admit that this God- Hand of God … really has the strength to win the championship.
"This group of 'best-of-five' matches —
"The strength they have displayed is just like their team's name, the real Hand of God."
Compared to the excited cheers and screams of the majority of the ordinary spectators, the expressions of the players, coaches, and leaders of the other clubs sitting in the front row below the stage were somewhat solemn and even gloomy.
Because …
That was right.
If Team God had already displayed astonishing strength in the group stage, then in today's quarterfinals, God- Hand of God, who had easily defeated MLG with three consecutive wins, was even more terrifying than before.
This was the first time they had felt such a strong sense of caution.
And this feeling …
The last time it happened was against the world's number one team that had won multiple world championships.
No.
To be honest, SSK, who had "problems" this year, might not even be as oppressive as the current Team God.
This was really a feeling that made one's mood extremely bad.
Because they had been waiting for a year for SSK's condition to decline. It seemed to give them hope of competing for the championship. But suddenly, God- Hand of God appeared out of nowhere, and his condition and strength were almost unbeatable.
"How are we going to fight …"
One of the main support players of Team Legend subconsciously muttered.
Phoenix, the team leader, was silent for a moment. He slowly shook his head and let out a soft sigh.
"This year's LPL —"
"We can't hold back their momentum."
Also in the front row of the audience, the SSK Club's seating area, the SSK Club members were also solemn. They had an indescribable complex feeling about Team God's performance in the previous three matches.
Speaking of which …
This kind of aura and style that shocked the entire stadium had always belonged to SSK.
But today …
They were no longer the main characters.
Han Shihao, who was sitting beside his teammates, had his head slightly lowered as if meditating. No expression or reaction could be seen on his face.
In the aisle next to them, the head coach of the SSK Club whispered something to his young director with a worried look on his face. However, the latter still looked relaxed and smiled as he patted his subordinate on the shoulder as if to comfort him. However, it did not seem to have any effect because the head coach's brows were still furrowed so tightly that they were almost knitted together.
In contrast, on the Chinese commentary platform, Old Mi, Mo Sheng, and Fei Yan were beaming with joy. The usually calm Old Mi no longer had to hold back. He looked at the camera with a flushed face and announced, "That's right, I'm going to win the game!"
"Congratulations to Team God for being the first to advance to the quarterfinals!"
"This is the first shot fired for our LPL division and a good start!"
"But don't be too happy —"
"Because this is just the beginning!"
"I'm still going to say the same thing. I'm not afraid of being slapped in the face. This year, our team broke the record and won three of the top eight spots. However, our ambitions and hopes do not stop there. Now, we have already won one of the top four spots, but we still have two LPL teams that are ready to fight."
"Three semifinalists is nothing!"
"Next, we want three semifinalists!"
"Everything that we lost in the LPL division … we will take it all back this year!!"
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