A person's entire life was like a surging river. Before they could stop, they would be pushed forward.
For an average professional esports player, they would need some time to adjust their emotions after being defeated in the World Championship.
But the same thing happened to the members of God- Hand of God. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. This principle was true.
Number One had chosen the most direct method.
There was no comfort in it.
It was a harsh reality that was placed in front of every member of God.
Let me tell you in the most concise and straightforward manner. Now is not the time for you to be depressed. From the moment the World Competition ended, your defeat was no longer worth worrying about.
You lost one match.
What you need to do next is to win all nine matches.
You can't lose another one.
And it was precisely because of this brutal way of handling the situation that the members of Team God were able to forcefully reignite their fighting spirit and will to fight.
There was no other reason.
It was because of their responsibility as LPL players.
And because …
It was because of their loss today.
All the more reason for them to get it back!
However, both No.1 and Lin Feng knew that even though the God team had regained their composure, if they were to analyze things calmly and objectively, it would be very difficult to regain the face they had lost by relying on God- Hand of God alone.
In other words …
They were not the strongest team in the LPL, but the team that they had the highest hopes for was not the strongest team in the LPL.
"Ah Xing has broken through the bottleneck. The current God team is finally presentable."
On the parking lot, Number One spoke again leisurely.
Lin Feng nodded silently and didn't reply. Number One didn't seem to mind as he continued, "But this level is just the beginning. If we really put it in the new season next year, it might not be enough."
If anyone else heard this, their eyes would have popped out of their sockets.
Because this kind of evaluation seemed to be underestimating God.
After all, even if they lost to SSK in today's finals, God- Hand of God's performance in the set of best-of-five matches was enough to shock the entire world.
This kind of fighting power was comparable to Europe's Lege.
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Compared to Korea's Fate and the other top veteran teams with the Yonko, they were even slightly stronger.
Not to mention Morning Star, who had broken through and entered the threshold of the Yonkō (Four Emperors). His current strength level was probably only below Han Shihao in the new generation of esports.
Even so, Number One's evaluation of such a level was still 'not enough'.
Lin Feng remained silent and nodded.
Because he understood Senior No. 1's intentions, he was also more aware of next year's situation than the members of Team God.
Next year …
The teams participating in the competition were definitely not just the old powerhouses of the new generation.
He had to include the experts from the previous generation as well.
Therefore, in such a serious situation, if there was only one God- Hand of God in the LPL region, even with Morning Star's current state, it would still be difficult for him to gain any advantage in such a situation where all the strong players were waiting for him.
Don't forget, what the server was going to do next year wasn't as simple as "gaining benefits".
He had to win.
All of them.
Not far away, a bus slowly started its engine. Number Five, who was in the back seat, waved at the master and disciple through the window. Number One patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and walked towards the bus, leaving behind only one sentence.
"Hurry up."
Lin Feng paused for a moment.
Then he quickly followed.
… …
The plane tickets were booked for tomorrow morning.
After the team returned to the hotel, they had no other plans for the night.
Team God, who had just missed out on the championship trophy, was naturally in no mood to have a celebratory feast. The players all returned to their respective rooms and prepared to sleep early. Tomorrow, when they returned to their home base, they would have a review meeting and prepare for next year's season.
The team leaders and coaches stayed in the same room for a meeting. It wasn't just the players. They also had to reflect on themselves after the match.
As for the commentators, reporters, and film crew members who came from China for the finals, they also dragged their tired bodies after a busy day to pack up their equipment, videos, and manuscripts. Although the competition was over, their work was far from being finished.
Su Xue, who was the host of the LPL, was no exception.
However, she was dragged out of her room by Number Three. The reason was that she needed to eat dinner and relax.
"Work is work, but you still have to eat."
At the buffet on the second floor of the hotel, Number Three expressed his attitude.
"The players usually go back to their rooms to rest after the match. You're just a host, but you're busier than the players. How can you not eat something to fill your stomach?"
Su Xue, who was sitting across from Number Three, didn't utter a word. She lowered her head and ate in silence. Her knife and fork clawed at her plate and accidentally dropped half a poached egg on the table. She was so angry that she put down her knife and fork.
Number Three raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
Su Xue finally raised her head, her eyes red.
"I just feel bad."
"Just a little bit more and he'll be the champion … So many people have been waiting for so long …"
Number Three shook his head helplessly.
"That's how eSports is. If you're not as good as others, you can only accept it."
"God played well today, but who would've thought that SSK's Han brat would actually take that step at the last moment?"
"His loss wasn't unjust."
Su Xue grumbled, "I feel wronged!"
Then, she glanced at Number Three. "Is that F … really that strong now?"
Number Three nodded.
"In any case, that old bastard Li Daozai is dead on the beach."
"Can you beat him?"
"Huh?"
Number Three was stunned. Su Xue immediately showed a dissatisfied expression and muttered, "So you're not his match either … Seriously, you're always bragging about how good you are …"
Hearing this, the veins on Number Three's forehead bulged.
"That's not true. Every profession has its own division of labor …"
Su Xue glanced at Number Three and curled her lips.
"Bragging doesn't take much effort anyway."
Number Three chuckled. "Fine. Just you wait. Next year, I'll show you what true skill looks like!"
This time, it was Su Xue's turn to be stunned.
"What do you mean? Next year … you?"
Abbot Su seemed to have caught onto some crucial information. He widened his eyes and looked at Number Three.
Number Three's lips curled up.
"Eat up first. I'll tell you when you're done."
Su Xue obediently picked up her knife and fork and started eating. Then, she suddenly thought of something.
"Right, where's Lin Feng?"
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