After the end of the second round of actual combat training, the atmosphere in the training room seemed a little quiet.
The members of the second team of the God club and the substitutes stared at each other, not daring to speak rashly to break the silence. Even the coaches and leaders of the God club exchanged worried glances with each other.
Two 5v5 matches …
Consecutive defeats.
In fact, in their opinion, Lin Feng and the other four's performance in the second round was already more outstanding than in the first round, and they also put in more effort. But overall, it seemed that there was still no substantial impact.
They still lost.
In the face of the perfect lineup of five legends, it seemed that it could only make people feel a sense of powerlessness and suffocation.
But this kind of emotional state … didn't seem to be a good thing for these players who were about to face the final world championship.
High-intensity actual combat could certainly stimulate a person to a stronger competitive state, but if they encountered a peak that was simply impossible to surpass in a short period of time, then continuous setbacks and failures with no hope might instead cause the willpower of these players to be negatively affected.
To put it bluntly —
Even if they met the current SSK team, it wasn't that they couldn't beat them.
But with the lineup of five legends on the opposite side, it was a little suspicious that they were bullying them by joining forces.
The coaches and leaders of the God club couldn't help but curse in their hearts, but they were more worried about the emotional state of their main players. But when they looked at the field, they quickly found that their worries didn't seem to be too much.
Because although they lost the second round, Huangxue Nightsong, Morning Star, and the others sitting in front of the computer screen only stared blankly at the statistics on the screen for a while, then quickly pulled themselves together.
"Senior, another round!"
Sitting opposite them, Number One raised his eyebrows slightly, but the expression on his face seemed to have expected it.
He smiled and said, "Again?"
Huangxue Nightsong blurted out without hesitation.
"Again!"
"It's rare to have such a challenge … It's a pity not to come a few more times!"
Morning Star nodded solemnly.
"This feeling … is something I've never experienced before."
"It's very fresh."
"I also want to try a few more times."
At this point, the two core aces of Team God were no longer as sullen as they were when they were defeated in the first round. As they spoke, their eyes shone with the light of excitement.
Number One smiled. "Sure, let's try one last round then."
He casually agreed with a single sentence.
In the next second, Morning Star and Wildsnow Nightsong's gazes landed on a certain someone.
Lin Feng curled his lips.
"Sure."
"I'm still jungling — this time, hurry up!"
…
Thus, while the rest of the God team members and the coaches in the training room were still in a daze, the third round of the 5v5 training match had begun.
This time, Lan Zifang did not change.
The lineups on both sides remained the same.
On the other hand, on the blue side, Lin Feng and the others seemed to be much calmer than they had been in the previous two rounds.
He was no longer impatient.
He was no longer nervous or panicky.
They steadily began the BAN selection segment. They restricted the purple opponent's lineup according to their own lineup and tactical needs and determined the hero lineup choice on their side.
Then the training match began again.
This time, Lin Feng still chose Olaf, a ferocious and aggressive jungler. In contrast, the blue team's other three lanes were more open in their choice of heroes, directly bringing out a set of strong early game hero combinations.
It could be said that they were cutting off all means of retreat.
They placed all their bets on the early stages of the match. They were betting on whether Olaf, the jungler, would be able to establish an advantage faster than the previous match and snowball into a rhythm.
Seeing this, Ceng Rui and Li Shiyi's eyes lit up.
"This … makes more sense."
Yes.
In theory, there was no chance of winning against terrifying opponents like the seniors if they leaned towards conventional battle tactics.
In that case, perhaps such a reckless and desperate strategy … could still forcefully forge a path of hope.
However, the third round of the training confrontation ended around 30 minutes into the game time. It was even faster than the previous round. The blue team was still defeated, and such a defeat was within expectations.
That was because his gamble had failed.
The blue team's lineup in the early game was unable to beat the purple team in the end.
Once the tactical goal was not achieved, the lineup revealed flaws and fatigue at an even faster speed in the middle of the game. Naturally, the seniors of the purple team seized the opportunity to blow the horn of counterattack. After two consecutive team battles, they easily won the third round.
But this time, after the end of the match, players like Number 2, 3, and 4 could be seen breathing a rare sigh of relief. They showed expressions of relief that they had not shown in the previous two rounds.
"These kids … really dared to mess around in the early game."
The corner of Number 3's mouth twitched as he gave an evaluation.
It seemed to be derogatory, but it was actually a positive.
Because it was really because of Lin Feng and the others' "messy" actions in the early game that almost caused Number 1 and the others to be flustered and unable to deal with it.
Compared to the previous round, where a certain someone single-handedly fought the Blind Monk, in the third round that had just ended, the other four players, including Morning Star and Wildsnow Nightsong, were fully immersed in the battle. They cooperated with a certain someone's jungler, Olaf, in a high frequency of interaction that could make one's hair stand on end.
The bottom lane immediately crouched and ambushed in the grass.
They directly grabbed.
In less than two minutes after the start of the game, the bottom lane instantly put together a total of six summoner skills and four [Flash] s.
Then, they killed the opponent's support, Hammerstone.
After another round of farming, Olaf the Berserker continued to grab. But it wasn't just Olaf who came. Even Mouse Tucci, who had just finished collecting a wave of troops on the bottom lane and seemed to be returning to the city, quietly followed to the middle lane under Wildsnow Nightsong's control.
A wave of three players surrounding the mid jungler and ADC.
They forced their way into the tower.
Then, they directly took down Senior Number 2's mid lane Victor.
Just these two waves of gank were enough to completely stun the other God team members in the training room, including the coach and team leader.
In the previous round, the Blind Jungler who refused to eat could be said to be reasonable.
But this time …
The entire blue team seemed to have collectively gone crazy. No one took the normal path.
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