Before being eliminated in the finals this year, MLG had always been a team that the outside world had high hopes for.
In this year's LCS Europe Pro League, this team's sudden burst of strength shocked everyone. They defeated Legend, who had been the strongest team in Europe for several years, and won the first seed in the division.
Following that, in the group stage of the World Finals, they were also ranked first in their group and advanced to the next stage.
The outside world had even vaguely thought that Spoon, as the captain of MLG's mid laner, might have been able to catch up to Phoenix, who was once Europe's Number One Wizard. At the very least, he had reached the peak of the Seven Kings, and his true strength was not far from that of the Yonkō.
Unfortunately, this team, which was highly anticipated by the outside world and countless European players and fans, met God- Hand of God in the elimination stage of the finals, and was eliminated without any room for maneuver.
However, at this stage, although it was a heavy blow to the MLG players, the only thing they could be thankful for was that at least their elimination did not mean that the entire European LCS division had lost hope.
Legend still managed to pull through.
They became the last flag of their European division, and they could still represent all the European players and fans in the finals.
Countless European players and fans were a little nervous and worried when they learned that Legend and God were going to face each other in the semifinals. However, the MLG players were not so pessimistic.
Yes.
They had indeed lost to Team God in the quarterfinals.
But at the same time, the match of the best-of-five in the quarterfinals also showed them the true strength of God- Hand of God. Coupled with their familiarity with Legend, their old rival in the same division, they could come to a slightly reassuring conclusion —
God was strong this year, but Legend was not to be trifled with. When the two teams met, the winner would be revealed on the field.
Even as the captain of MLG, Spoon, thought so.
Even though Legend had been defeated in the first two matches of the best-of-five and was forced into a match point, before the third match began, Spoon still thought that Legend, led by Phoenix, still had a chance and hope of turning the tables.
They had lost the first two matches.
But Legend only lost by a little, and God's victory had a certain element of luck.
However —
In the fourth minute of the third game of the best-of-five, when the announcement of a one-blood kill came from the middle lane, Spoon's eyelids in the MLG base training room twitched uncontrollably.
In the seventh minute of the match, the blue team's mid-laner had joined forces to attack the Legend team's bottom half of the jungle. Ice Girl had successfully blocked the purple team's Wild Boar, who had flashed past the wall, and successfully obtained her second kill.
In the training room, the MLG team mid laner captain's mood had already sunk to the bottom.
Because of this moment.
He had finally discovered something.
Something … enough to completely destroy the confidence he had in Legend and Phoenix.
Less than ten minutes into the game, the future guardian of the purple side, Jayz, lost his right to push the line.
It didn't sound like a big deal.
But as long as it was a professional mid laner who had reached a certain level of skill, they would suddenly feel a chill run down their spine if they thought about it carefully.
Because this was Jayz —
Even if he had lost a kill in the early stages of the game and allowed the ice girl to obtain a one-blood kill, the rhythm of the game should still have fallen into Jayz's hands. But now that he had lost his right to push the line, it meant that Jayz had been completely suppressed in the early stages of the game to the point where he was powerless to resist. Even if his own jungle was in danger, he would not be able to rescue or stop it.
For Jayz to be suppressed to this extent, he was basically on the verge of collapse.
Usually, this kind of thing would only happen when there was a clear difference in the individual strength of the mid laners on both sides.
But now …
The one controlling Jayz was Phoenix.
Spoon stared intently at the OB screen in front of him. His pupils reflected the figure of the blue team mid laner, Lisandro. The shock in his heart was like a tidal wave.
This guy …
Compared to a few days ago in the quarter-finals, was he hiding his true strength?
Or could it be that in just a few short days, he had actually become stronger!?
…
After two waves of rhythm, the situation seemed to be tilting towards the blue team, God Team.
The purple team, Legend Team, seemed to be restricted in every aspect and kept falling into a passive position.
But the situation was still relatively deadlocked.
Until —
Ten minutes and twenty-five seconds into the game.
In the middle lane of Summoner's Canyon, another female system voice announced the kill once again across the map.
"Killing-Spree (A hero has gone on a killing spree)!"
The purple team mid laner, Jayz's body fell to the ground.
The ice girl, Lisandro, stood calmly in the middle lane.
Single-kill.
Another solo-kill.
The entire competition venue was in an uproar. On the commentary platform, several European and American official commentators exclaimed in disbelief, while several Chinese commentators cheered ecstatically.
In the blue team God's arena, Morning Star remained calm in front of the computer screen, but the fire in the depths of his eyes burned even more fiercely.
In the opposite team Legend's arena, Phoenix, who was sitting in the mid laner seat, stared at the game screen that had turned into a black and white television. His expression finally changed.
Even if he lost the first two rounds, even if he was forced into the match point in the last round, even if he was forced into a critical moment —
Europe's Number One Wizard had always maintained a calm and steady state of mind.
Until this moment.
A look of awe finally flashed across his face.
Because …
He could see it too.
…
North America, Season's club training base.
Autumn, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly laughed at this moment.
According to his estimation and judgment, this set of 'best-of-five' matches should be evenly matched, but the current situation seemed to be a slap in the face for him. But at this moment, this god of support didn't seem to care at all. The smile on his face even revealed his rare relaxed mood.
Because he suddenly remembered that his team had been defeated by SSK in the quarter-finals.
His skill was inferior, so he could only admit defeat.
But now it seemed —
Perhaps, in the finals of the year, someone might really be able to avenge Season on their behalf.
In the competition venue.
In the front row of the live audience, the faces of the SSK club members became more and more solemn and even gloomy.
Ray sucked in a breath of cold air. He didn't even know how to comment on it.
Pu Canlie's expression became somewhat unreadable.
He once again turned his head to look at Han Shihao beside him, and for the first time, his tone was somewhat solemn.
"I admit that your judgment is correct."
"Then —"
"You should also hurry up."
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