Among the five members of Lin Feng's team in S1, almost all of them had received advice and guidance from their seniors.
Among them, a certain person was definitely the most laborious and unlucky one. He was often drilled by several seniors one after another, and had no time to rest at all. He complained incessantly and tried to resist, but he would be ruthlessly suppressed in the next second.
In comparison, Tian Tian seemed to be the most "relaxed" one.
This was because Number Three, who was in charge of teaching him, was the laziest among the seniors. Usually, he would just casually say one or two sentences before waving his hand and sending Tian Tian off to practice on his own. It was as if he did not care about this kind of teaching at all.
Tian Tian did not raise any objections either. He just immersed himself in training by himself.
At the end of S1, when the five members of the team disbanded, he had been training by himself since S2 until now.
What he had achieved was already astonishing enough.
The core ace of Team KG.
Ranked among the Seven Kings.
The number one top-laner in LPL and even the world.
Behind all these glorious titles, it was inseparable from the blood and sweat he put into training day and night.
But …
Until now, Tian Tian had also encountered a bottleneck that belonged to him.
His situation was similar to Morning Star's. The mid-laner captain of Team God had been stuck at the top of the Seven Kings and half a step into the Four Emperors realm for almost a few years. It was only recently that he finally saw the opportunity and hope to break through the bottleneck.
Tian Tian, on the other hand, was even slower than Morning Star.
Now, he was stuck in such a situation. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see the path ahead of him.
It was useless to just work hard and work in the wrong way.
The problem was just like what Number Three had said tonight. The problem was his mentality.
Even as the number one top-laner in the world, he had not truly stimulated the belief and awareness that belonged to the strong. He still lacked a kind of explosive power, confidence, and courage.
This was not Tian Tian's fault.
Because he was exploring alone, it was difficult for him to see the way out of the situation. He needed someone to help him by the side.
Therefore, this should have been something that Number Three should have done as a senior.
And because of this —
That was why Number Three took the initiative to give him pointers like this tonight.
On one hand, it was to make up for the fact that he had neglected his duty as a senior for so long.
On the other hand …
He wanted to rely on tonight to directly and straightforwardly arouse Tian Tian's fighting spirit and resolve in one go.
And from the looks of it —
The effect was not bad.
…
Inside the hotel room, the crisp and hurried sounds of mouse and keyboard tapping could still be heard from the two laptops.
This was the sixth solo match between Tian Tian and Number Three.
It was still a battle between the same heroes.
It was a head-on clash of pure control.
As the only spectator in the room, even with Lin Feng's current strength, he couldn't help but feel dazzled as he watched the solo battles.
On the one hand, it was because Tian Tian's skill level had become more and more mature. Compared to last year's finals, after an entire season of training this year, his control of all aspects of the details had become almost impeccable. He had even far surpassed Seven, the veteran top laner from North America. Watching Tian Tian's top laner play was almost a visual enjoyment.
But on the other hand, more importantly, Tian Tian's sparring partner tonight was Number Three.
If Tian Tian's maneuvering was a form of visual enjoyment, then the performance of the top lane hero under No. 3's control had even surpassed the simple technical level and had truly become a form of art.
The art of offense.
Perhaps in terms of control and playstyle, Team Minx's The-Sword was somewhat similar to Number Three. They both focused on pure offensive aggression. If it was just The-Sword's control and performance alone, people probably wouldn't be able to find any fault and would only be amazed and praised.
However, there was a fear of comparison.
If one were to compare The-Sword's previous performance in the training match and group stage with Number Three's skills in the solo matches, then the top laner of Team Minx's top laner player's control would almost instantly be reflected with countless flaws.
It would immediately give people the feeling that The-Sword's control was still too rough.
It was as if he was just attacking ferociously.
Purely relying on individual reflexes and hand speed to suppress the opponent like a storm.
But Number Three was different.
Any top laner hero, be it Swordmistress, Lady Blade, Raven, or even Kenan, Rambo, Nar, or Jayz, in the hands of this person, the hand speed that was so extreme that it made one's hair stand on end was the most basic thing. More importantly, under his control, all of the hero's skills and normal attacks, including positioning, seemed to be perfectly integrated with his hand speed.
Smooth and smooth.
Leisurely and leisurely with a degree of relaxation.
But if you were deceived by this "calmness", as long as there was a moment of absent-mindedness or a moment of carelessness, the next second you would see the computer screen in front of you turn into a black and white TV, followed by the emotionless female system voice announcing the kill notification in your ears.
"You -have-been-slained."
The female system voice announced the kill notification.
The computer screen in front of Tian Tian turned into a black and white TV.
This was his sixth consecutive loss.
In a total of six solo matches, he didn't even win a single game against Number Three. The only time he won was in the third match where both Raven and Number Three exchanged kills. Even then, Number Three was still the first to take first blood.
Lin Feng, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but sigh.
"Senior … the sword really isn't old at all."
It wasn't just old at all.
In the past few solo matches, Number 3 had shown that he was able to pull away from Minx's The-Sword by a large margin. Moreover, for someone who had fought J in Nightingale's Dark Battle and the European server's Champions Group, Lin Feng knew that even the top legends of the previous generation in Europe were inferior to this senior of his in terms of skill.
"Stop flattering me."
Number Three was unmoved by a certain someone's compliment. He only cast him a sidelong glance.
"You've been watching for a long time. Why don't you come up and give it a try?"
Lin Feng's face lit up. He had guessed right what Number Three was thinking.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it. Fatty, you take a break."
Just watching from the sidelines as a spectator had already made his heart surge and his hands itch. Now that there was an opportunity, he would not miss it. Exchanging blows with Senior Number Three, who had displayed his true abilities, would definitely be a valuable lesson for him.
"Hey, Senior, why don't you let me use a summoner skill?"
"Huh?"
"Or you can give me a health potion."
"Cut the crap. Open!"
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