It was the first day of the semi-finals.
The first match of the first set of best-of-five matches between God- Hand of God and Legend was about to begin.
In the competition venue, the atmosphere in the stadium was already boiling.
For Legend, who was playing on their home ground in Europe, there was no doubt that the fans in the stadium had the absolute upper hand in terms of momentum. After all, this was a team from their own LCS division, and also the last hope of the European division in the finals. Everyone's expectations were on this old European powerhouse team —
We can't lose!
We must win!
Speaking of which, it had been a few years since their European division team won the world championship trophy in the S Series League, or even made it to the finals.
This year, they were playing on their own home ground in Europe.
So no matter what, this year's Summoner's Championship Trophy should be left in Europe!
Tsunami-like screams and cheers rang out like a tidal wave. The passionate European audience in the stadium even formed a huge wave of people, layer upon layer, shouting the name "Legend" at the top of their lungs. For a moment, it even gave people the illusion that the fruits of victory had been picked by the Legend team in advance.
Through the live stream, countless players and netizens were equally dissatisfied with the scene.
What's the meaning of this?
Relying on their home ground, they're suppressing us with this kind of momentum?
Are they bullying us because we don't have enough players?
The bullet screen exploded. At the same time, there were also a lot of netizens who were shouting excitedly, "Teach these Europeans a lesson," "God, go Star Emperor, go! Let these guys know that you can't win a game with a loud voice," "Don't we have a live audience in the stadium? Give it your all."
There were indeed not many Chinese players in the stadium.
But after hearing the loud cheers from the European players, even though the Chinese audience was outnumbered, they did not want to be outdone. They shouted back with all their might.
"God — Go!! — God — Go!! — "
They worked together, exerting all their strength.
Although his momentum wasn't as spectacular as the others, he wasn't at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
On the commentary platform, the live commentators from both the official and China commentators had rolled up their sleeves and stepped off the stage. Casting aside their usual objective and calm stance, several of the European commentators excitedly explained the reasons behind Legend's victory. Old Mi, along with his two partners, Mo Sheng and Fei Yan, analyzed one by one the reasons why God was certain to win …
Both casters went all out.
It was full of lust.
He did not budge an inch.
And this kind of scene also vaguely revealed the strength comparison between the two teams in today's best-of-five —
They were all top powerhouses in their respective regions.
He did not delve into the details.
But on the whole … they were evenly matched.
Naturally, it was foreseeable that the following matches today would be the clash of the strong and the intense battle at the pinnacle.
…
Before the start of today's group of matches, the outside world basically had no objections to the evaluation of the strength of these two teams.
One was the overlord of Europe, the other was a powerhouse of the LPL.
One had shocked the world with their performance in this year's finals, and the other had maintained a steady performance without the slightest sign of weakness.
One had the captain of the mid laner team, who was only half a step away from becoming one of the Yonkō (Four Emperors). His true combat strength was already comparable to the Yonkō (Four Emperors). The other had the third place in the Yonkō (Four Emperors).
Therefore, no matter how they competed, they should be evenly matched.
Therefore, in the first match of the best-of-five, the two teams fought for a full forty-two minutes.
This directly shocked the live audience in the competition venue. Their exclamations and screams rose and fell incessantly. Each time, it was as if the ceiling of the venue was about to be overturned.
It also caused the millions of players watching the live broadcast to feel as if they were on a roller coaster. It was difficult to breathe.
Even the commentators on the commentary platform were so excited that their throats were almost completely hoarse from all the shouting —
As expected of the semifinals!
This was only the first match of the first set of best-of-five …
Yet, they had fought such a fierce and shocking battle at the pinnacle!
God- Hand of God won by a hair's breadth.
He won the first match.
However, it really couldn't be said that God's performance in the first match was better than Legend's. In the forty-second minute of the first match, both the blue and purple armies on the field had both their high ground destroyed. Both teams even had a base tower demolished. Both teams had a thrilling experience at the gates of hell more than once.
In the end, there was only a little bit of luck involved.
Although God won.
But this victory, until the last moment, even if it fell into the hands of Legend, no one would have any doubts at all.
Especially the performance of the two mid laner captains of both teams in this match.
It was simply amazing!
Two mid laners.
They directly overshadowed all the glory of the other eight players!
One of them was the Crafty Witch Lefran, who was close to godlike in the first 20 minutes of the game. The other was the Rogue Mage Ryze, who was able to unleash two Triple Kills in the middle of the game. His damage output was ranked first and second in the entire match, firmly suppressing their respective ADC teammates.
"This is … the most classic textbook level … No! This is the most epic mid-lane confrontation between the Four Kings! "
At this moment, on the China commentary platform, Old Mi had already forgotten his original stand and was completely immersed in his own emotions as he gave unstinting compliments to the mid laner captains of both teams.
In the front row of the audience, the mid laner of Team KG, Evil Ghost, who had made great progress after undergoing Senior No. 2's hellish training over the past few days, couldn't help but stare at the match with wide eyes.
"F * ck —"
"What the f * ck … Who can compete with this?!"
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.
His gaze was deep and unreadable.
At the same time, at the SSK Club's spectator seats not far away, the chief supervisor, Park Chan-yeol, nodded slightly and commented:
"What a classic duel."
"If this was in the past, these two would have been quite troublesome and even terrifying."
At this point, the chief supervisor of the SSK Club paused for a moment, then looked at the captain of his team beside him and smiled.
"But …
"It won't be long before they're nothing to worry about, right?"
Han Shihao's expression was indifferent and calm.
No response.
As if he was admitting it.
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