Early the next morning.
After washing up, everyone returned to the practice room.
Today was the official start of their training.
Standing in front of the members of God Squad, Number One smiled as he looked at their spirited and smug faces.
"Looks like we had a good night's rest.
"Let's get started."
"We've memorized everything we should've done yesterday. Let's start with actual combat."
Since the players from both KG and Quick Water had returned to their countries, God was the only one left. Without the players from their brother teams as training partners, they would have to let the club's second team and substitute players take the field to train with their main team's first team members. Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
However, if Lin Feng, Li Shiyi, Tang Bingyao, and Ceng Rui were added in as free sparring partners, the number of actual combat members would be even greater, and the adjustments would be more flexible.
"Tang Tang, watch and learn from the side. There's no hurry."
Number One, on the other hand, had already made his own arrangements with a single sentence.
"Lin Feng, you're in charge of the AD position."
Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, then he scratched his head and said, "Oh, okay …"
He didn't mind. With the hero pool there, he could easily pick up any position. He was more than enough to be a sparring partner. All he had to do was listen to his senior's arrangements.
Beside him, Huangxue Nightsong, Li Shiyi, Ceng Rui, and the others all revealed expressions of agreement.
Indeed.
Even though Tang Bingyao's ability as an ADC was already outstanding, and she was even better than most other ADC players, she was still a distance away from a world-class ADC like Wildsnow Nightsong. In terms of actual combat training, it would be more effective to have someone take on Wildsnow Nightsong.
Huangxue Nightsong was bursting with fighting spirit.
"Come on."
"Don't hold back later. Go all out!"
For him, he would have to face SSK's bottom lane duo in the finals five days later. Naturally, he needed a strong enough sparring partner to help him hone his form.
"Don't worry. It'll be a bit troublesome against Ah Xing, but you'll be a piece of cake."
Then, Number One called out names.
"Ah Zeng, come up and play support."
"The top and jungler positions are still your God's own players. Make the adjustments yourself."
In this way, the lineup of the sparring team was more or less confirmed.
In the end, there was only one mid player position left.
Originally, Lin Feng was the most suitable candidate to be the mid lane's sparring partner. However, Lin Feng had already been moved to the bottom lane, leaving the mid lane empty.
Everyone in the training room could not help but look at each other.
Then …
Who's going to replace him?
Not just anyone could make up the numbers. At the final stage of training, every minute had to be used to the maximum. If Morning Star found a random sparring partner, it would be meaningless and a waste of time.
But at the same time, if they were to search for a sparring partner from God Club's second team and substitute players, they would not be able to find a suitable one.
The eyes of the members of God could not help but land on Number Two.
A few days ago, during the semi-finals …
It was Senior Number Two who had personally given training instructions to their captain.
Moreover, with the strength of this legendary senior, he was definitely qualified to be their sparring partner.
However, despite everyone's gazes, Number Two still stood to one side with an indifferent expression, as if he had no intention of participating.
Then …
The members of God suddenly came to a realization.
Subconsciously, all eyes turned to Number One.
Following that, Number One smiled and looked at Morning Star.
"A while ago, your senior Number Two was the one who helped you with your training. I think he must have gained some results."
"Then today —"
"Let me check it out."
His tone was still as calm as ever.
However, the meaning behind his words caused almost everyone in the training room to gasp in shock. One by one, the members of God could not help but stare at Number One with wide eyes, revealing expressions of shock and excitement.
Senior Number One …
Is he actually going to personally participate today?!
Only Morning Star's expression remained unchanged as he nodded slowly.
"Then —"
"Please enlighten me, senior."
…
In another hotel not far from the hotel where the members of God Team were.
In a hotel training room with similar decorations.
Han Shihao came to the training room alone and looked around at the empty training room. Then, he turned to look at the two seniors who had just entered the room.
"Don't you need to call the others?"
Li Daozai's calm and indifferent voice rang out.
"No need."
"Can Lie will be in charge of those brats."
Beside him, M walked to the computer and bent down to press the power button. Then, he got up and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Looking at Han Shihao, he smiled warmly.
"Mafa and the others are already very disciplined and hardworking."
"Don't worry too much."
"Today's focus is still on you."
His words seemed to imply something.
Han Shihao was silent and did not reply.
Li Daozai looked at the junior that he was most proud of. "Now, if you were to go up against Morning Star of God, how confident are you?"
He went straight to the point and asked the most important question.
This was because the three people in the training room didn't need to waste any words. They all knew that the key to the final match in five days would be the match between the mid laner captains of the two teams.
The chances of success here.
It would almost determine who the final champion would belong to.
Han Shihao paused for a moment.
"Seventy percent."
It was the same answer he had given to his teammates.
But there was no need for him to add anything else. Li Daozai's gaze was already sharp. "So if that brat crosses the threshold, you will have less than a fifty percent chance."
Beside him, M sighed.
"Fifty percent …"
"That's too little."
Li Daozai replied coldly, "It's not just less. We've given up the initiative to the heavens. Since when did the strongest team in the Korean eSports world have to rely on the will of the heavens to pray for victory?"
Then, he looked at Han Shihao.
"How much do you need?"
Han Shihao replied calmly, "Just a little bit."
Li Daozai's eyes flashed coldly.
"Okay."
"Then let me and M help you make up for the last bit."
Li Daozai's words stunned Han Shihao for a moment. He raised his head and saw Li Daozai's cold and sharp gaze. He then turned his head to the side and saw that M was still smiling warmly.
"Of course. Actually, Shihao, the height you've ascended to now is a height that both you and I have been stuck at for a long time."
"Even we have never truly experienced the sceneries of that realm."
"The help we can give you is naturally limited. We can't guarantee it."
"But at least …"
"You can try."
"Although it might not really be useful, some of the experiences of us two old guys might be able to help you open up your mind a little."
Li Daozai put his hands behind his back. His expression was still indifferent.
"That's pretty much what M said."
"You and 'that brat' used to practice at night, but now your opponent is me."
"Compared to that brat —"
"I can't be worse."
His tone was a little stiff and awkward.
But it made Han Shihao's eyes flicker. He took a deep look at the two seniors in front of him. Then, the world's number one mid, the leader of the Four Emperors, slowly lowered his head.
"Seniors."
"Thank you."
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