The conversation between Lin Feng and Morning Star that took place on the last night before the London finals was destined to not be known by outsiders.
Similarly, the two parties involved in the conversation would not casually mention the specific content of the conversation to outsiders.
However, as the speaker, Morning Star did not hide his true feelings at that moment. He frankly expressed his thoughts and decision.
As the listener, Lin Feng also understood Morning Star's meaning effortlessly and gave his approval.
Therefore, although it was a seemingly quiet night before the finals, by the end of the conversation, both of them clearly understood what kind of thrilling and undulating scene would be ushered in in the finals the next day.
It was also the same night.
In a suite on the upper floor of the hotel, traces of rain were dragged out from the floor-to-ceiling window, blurring the night view of London in the distance. It was just like how it was difficult for anyone to easily predict the outcome of tomorrow's final battle.
"Forty-five percent."
"Close to fifty percent."
Number One's voice sounded leisurely in the room. Beside him were his four companions and old friends who had been fighting side by side with him for many years. They listened quietly.
Looking out of the window, Number One narrowed his eyes slightly.
"This group of brats has worked hard."
"The tacit cooperation that they have honed, the designated planning of the tactical system, and the current state of Ah Ye and the other three —"
"They can match up to a ten percent chance of winning."
At this point, Number One paused for a moment. Then, he calmly added the remaining half of the sentence.
"As for the other forty percent …"
"It all falls on Ah Xing alone."
Even though it was said by Number One, the meaning behind his words seemed a little sensational. This was because it almost meant that the key to a team's victory actually depended on a specific member of the team. For a team-based eSports event like League of Legends, it was completely contrary to the theory of individual heroism.
However, at this moment, after listening to Number One's evaluation, the other four people in the room did not seem to have any objections.
Number Two nodded slowly and said coldly,
"Soldiers against soldiers."
"King against king."
"The rest can only decide the lower limit of God's hand."
"Ah Xing, the mid-laner captain, represents the upper limit of this team."
Number Three leaned against the window in the corner lazily with his arms crossed over his chest. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but there was a rarely seen chilling glare on his face.
"Yes."
"Going all out against an opponent like SSK —"
"That's right, you have to push your limits to the limit to have a chance of winning."
Number Four adjusted the gold-rimmed spectacles on the bridge of her nose, and a slight look of pity appeared on her face.
"Unfortunately, just a little bit more."
"If Ah Xing can make a breakthrough within these few days …"
"His chances of winning are at least ten to twenty percent higher."
Number One smiled and shook his head.
"Not much."
"On this matter, everyone, including Ah Xing himself, has already put in enough effort. He has already done the best he could in theory. As for the rest, it is not up to us, the old fellows, to worry about it."
Number Five, who was beside him, spoke up softly.
"As for the rest … it depends on Ah Xing himself."
Number One narrowed his eyes and stood with his hands behind his back as he looked out of the window. His eyes reflected the lights of London at night. His gaze was deep and uncertain. He spoke calmly and indifferently.
"Over the past few years, Ah Xing has not been playing in a pure manner."
"Shouldering all the responsibilities and burdens on yourself is certainly the most ideal captain for the club, but that's not the mentality a professional mid should have."
"It has to be more pure."
"There should not be any distractions in the area where his gaze is focused."
"There should only be hope for a higher position."
"There should only be an opponent who stands in his way."
"These few days … or rather, for the past half a month, what I wanted to see was not whether Ah Xing's individual abilities and control had improved after training."
"What I wanted to see was the polishing of his mentality."
"This sword used to be too neutral and peaceful."
"It has been dull for too long."
"If it is not sharpened, it will not be able to see its brilliance."
Light flashed in Number Three's eyes. "This time, it is about time for that kid to do something for himself."
That was right.
The sword had been in its sheath for many years. It was dull and did not show its brilliance.
Once it was unsheathed, it would naturally shine with a cold light. When it was unsheathed, it would see blood.
Therefore, the final battlefield of this year's World Finals would be the best place for him to unsheathe his sword. The top of the Four Emperors, the world's number one mid-laner from SSK Team, should also be the perfect target for his sword.
Of course —
There was a premise that could not be forgotten.
"That kid with the surname Han —" Number Two suddenly frowned and looked at Number One.
Number One paused for a moment and shook his head slowly.
"It should be …
"It won't be that fast."
Number Three glanced over and narrowed his eyes. "You are not confident."
Number One was silent. Then, he smiled.
"Theoretically speaking, I think that this judgment is very certain."
"But … we cannot completely eliminate the possibility of an accident. The so-called 'accident' is something that we cannot expect."
…
The same words came out of Bullet's mouth.
Although tomorrow was the final battle of this year's World Finals, it did not stop the legend of North America from bringing his new disciple to the internet cafe to continue training as usual.
In his spare time, Bullet was in the mood to talk. He told the girl beside him, who was listening attentively without blinking, about his analysis of tomorrow's match.
"It's hard to predict the outcome.
"The biggest variable is the mid laner captains of these two teams."
"This kid from Team God is somewhat controllable. He does have some amazing skills, and his achievements in the future will not be any worse than those of us from the previous generation.
"But the most uncontrollable and unpredictable one is that kid with the surname Han from team SSK.
"Whether or not he makes a breakthrough will directly determine the outcome of tomorrow's match.
"This will be the only key to attracting everyone's attention.
"But …
"At the same time, it's also something that no one can ever guess."
Tang Bingyao couldn't help but widen her eyes.
"Even Senior One can't predict it?"
The girl's thoughts were simple and pure. In her mind, whether it was the new generation or the previous generation, Senior One, who was regarded as Lin Feng's master, was definitely the most powerful person. Even her current master was slightly inferior to him.
This question caused Bullet to pause for a moment.
He was not displeased by the girl's words, because he also recognized 001's status.
However —
Bullet's eyes flashed coldly.
"Yes.
"Even he can't predict it."
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