All over the Internet.
Both at home and abroad.
In the official livestream rooms of the various streaming platforms, when the caster's camera panned to the figures of the ten players from the two teams in the finals, the camera finally landed on the mid laner captains of both teams. Hundreds of thousands of messages flooded the screen at this moment.
It wasn't just the comments on the Internet that were exploding. Inside the 6,000-seat Wembley Stadium, the audience below the stage were also screaming and cheering.
They were shouting the names of their respective idols.
"Morning Star! Morning Star! Morning Star! — — "
“F！ F！ F！ — — "
"Star King is invincible!"
"F God is the best mid laner in the world!!"
In the entire world of professional esports, there were countless geniuses and top players in this new generation, but there were only a few who could enjoy the same treatment as the two captains on stage.
Yes.
Even in such a prosperous new era of professional eSports, even if there were as many outstanding professional mid laners as there were stars in the sky, existences like Morning Star and Han Shihao were destined to be the two most dazzling stars in the starry sky.
Four Kings, Seven Kings?
Perhaps the former Morning Star was indeed not qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as Han Shihao, or even the other Yonkō (Four Emperors).
But it was different now.
Since the start of this season's S League, Morning Star, as the mid laner captain of Team God, had proven his worth to the players of League of Legends through his performance in every single match and his amazing mechanical skills.
Let's not talk about Phoenix Phoe.
Let's not talk about Korea's second mid laner, Moon King Moo.
。
Right now, he was the most likely opponent to pose a threat to the world's number one mid laner, the leader of the Four Kings.
And only he — —
He was strong enough to stand on the stage of today's finals and fight Han Shihao head-on!
…
"I don't know why, the game hasn't started yet, but I'm already feeling excited."
On the China commentary platform, Mo Sheng looked at the arena and couldn't help but clench his fists.
Fei Yan smiled. "That's right. As a professional commentator, it's my honor. It's my first time on the commentary platform of the S League, and I'm able to witness our own LPL division's teams compete for the championship trophy."
Old Mi's eyes sparkled.
"That's right. As a witness, I believe that all of us will feel honored to have participated in this great battle today."
"Although it's a little early to say this … I have a hunch."
"Perhaps —"
"Today's best-of-five will be unprecedented!"
Ceng Rui nodded in agreement. Beside him, An Xin smiled at Lin Feng and raised her eyebrows. Lin Feng's expression changed to one of Anxin's.
"Yeah, it's unprecedented."
Lin Feng scratched his head with an unconcerned look on his face.
"Yes."
This was an admission.
He acknowledged Old Mi's assessment and judgment of today's final battle.
That's right, from the past until now, in every S Series World Finals, today's' best-of-five 'match was always the best. Even if … the match between him and Han Shihao in the S1 season was taken into account, it was destined to be inferior to today's match by even half a point.
Of course —
There was a prerequisite for this, or rather, two prerequisites.
That was, the final performance still rested on the respective mid laner captains of the two teams on the field.
"Ceng …" Lin Feng suddenly remembered something. He looked at Ceng Rui and gestured with his hand. "Do you have the gopher?"
Ceng Rui snapped out of his daze and handed Lin Feng the Gopher that Morning Star had returned to him.
"You want to play too?"
"Nope." Lin Feng shook his head and took the gopher. He pulled up the record panel and glanced at it.
Before he went on stage, Morning Star had just finished his last Gopher Game Machine Nightmare Mode, and the time record was 8 minutes and 57 seconds.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.
"My chances of winning … I feel like they're 10% higher."
… …
The entire stadium was filled with cheers and screams.
Number Three looked up at the huge screen hanging on the dome of the stadium. The camera's perspective quickly swept across the stadium, showing the rows of audience seats. He did not pay too much attention to the lively atmosphere in the stadium. Soon, Number Three retracted his gaze and pouted.
"Tsk, I don't see any familiar faces."
Number Four pushed up the gold-rimmed spectacles on her nose.
"Who do you want to see?"
"If it's Lee Daozai and M, they should be in the backstage area opposite us."
The corner of One's mouth lifted.
"It's rare to see such an exciting match. It'd be interesting if us old guys could get together and watch."
Five smiled. "M might not mind, but the other one … I don't think he'd want to be under the same roof as you."
One looked regretful. "Ah, that's true."
Three pursed his lips and looked at the screen again.
"But aside from the two from Korea, where are the other old guys?"
"I wanted to ask Bullet if he wanted to join us this morning, but I couldn't get in touch with him."
Number Four laughed. "Given Bullet's personality, he probably doesn't like to be in a group. He would probably rather find a corner and quietly watch the match. However, I don't think he'll miss out on a big match like this."
When he mentioned the word 'corner', Number Two's lips curled into a mocking arc. He sneered.
"Hiding in a corner? Aren't you talking about those old guys from Europe?"
"They're the ones who can't see the light."
Some words hit the nail on the head.
Amidst the fiery atmosphere in the stadium, there were actually a few private rooms set up specifically for VIPs in Wembley's 6,000-seater stadium.
At this moment, in VIP room A1, the five European legends of the previous generation were sitting inside.
The passionate announcement from the commentator's platform was mixed with the cheers and screams of the players in the audience. It was clearly transmitted into the private room and landed on the C.
OW and the others heard it clearly.
Through the glass window of the private room, their gazes fell on one of the captains of the two teams in the arena.
A hint of jealousy flashed in OW's eyes, and he commented with a sneer:
He sneered and said, "A few brats from the new generation are being praised to the heavens."
"What a joke."
As one of the top legends from the previous generation in Europe, an existence who could almost stand shoulder to shoulder with Bullet, OW's words from A.
For OW to say this, he seemed to have enough confidence.
But all he got in return was a rude and cold interruption from J:
"Shut up, A.
ow。”
"Sometimes, you'll lose face if you talk too much."
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