Lin Feng and Morning Star returned to the club's base.
When they entered the practice room, Team God, Tang Bingyao, Ceng Rui, and Chen Ting had already finished their break and were about to start the new round of practice.
Seeing Lin Feng and Morning Star walk in, Number 3 nodded.
"Is everyone here?"
"Then let's continue."
Lin Feng nodded. "Mhm." He walked over to his teammates and sat down in front of the computer.
After dinner, Lin Feng's team of five faced the same Team God's second team and their substitutes from the afternoon.
Begin!
Blue team's first floor. First hero selection.
Lin Feng moved his mouse and quickly locked on to his champion.
Crafty Beauty Lefran.
The spectators in the practice room were in an uproar. Even Ceng Rui, Li Shiyi, Chen Ting, and Tang Bingyao couldn't help but look at Lin Feng in surprise.
Didn't he …
Didn't he want to give up on the mid lane and focus on training the other four positions?
Number three narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Feng.
He didn't say anything.
Then the practice match began.
The members of the purple team, Team God, were brimming with confidence. They were prepared to bring out the strategy that their senior had taught them on the afternoon of the third day. That way, they would be able to hold their own against Lin Feng's team of five. They even had a decent chance of winning.
28 minutes later.
The match was over.
The blue team's victory emblem slowly appeared in the middle of the computer screen.
The practice room was in an uproar.
It wasn't just the spectators of Team God. Even the coaches and analysts of the club couldn't help but suck in a deep breath.
This is —
Wildsnow Nightsong was dumbfounded.
"What the —"
"How did the weather change in the time it takes to finish a meal?"
"Beauty … can she be so fierce?!"
Number 3 glanced at Morning Star and asked with a half-smile, "What did you two talk about when you were out for a walk?"
"I just gave Lin Feng a small suggestion," Morning Star replied respectfully.
"Just a small suggestion …" Number Three raised his eyebrow and casually said, "Not bad."
…
It was just that a certain someone had made some adjustments to his mentality, which seemed to have caused the situation of the training match to change.
Faced with the second echelon of God's second team and their substitutes, Lin Feng's new team of five gradually adapted to the rhythm of the match. Unlike in the afternoon, they were no longer stuck in a stalemate. Instead, they began to gain the upper hand bit by bit and eventually secured victory.
Even after Morning Star and Huangxue Nightsong, the core players of the team, were replaced, Lin Feng's new team, led by a certain mid-laner, still managed to produce a stunning performance.
There were even one or two matches where the battle reached a stalemate in the middle.
A certain someone had chosen the demoness Lefran and the ice maiden Lisandro. When they exerted their strength, even Morning Star was almost unable to restrain them.
Although the final result was still no victory and all of them were defeated, compared to the unsurprising one-sided victory in the afternoon …
There was already a significant improvement.
Unknowingly, it seemed that the five members of this brand new team had gradually begun to cultivate their own tacit understanding, giving birth to a unique playstyle that belonged to them —
"Brute!"
Huangxue Nightsong gave his conclusion without even thinking. His eyelids twitched as he looked at Lin Feng and the others.
"What the f * ck … What a bunch of boorish idiots!"
Indeed, it was not exaggerated at all.
Chen Ting was the top lane, Lin Feng was the mid lane, and Tang Bingyao was the ADC.
Almost all of them had an extremely aggressive style, relying purely on their individual skills to crush their opponents.
The top, middle, and bottom three positions were all like this, which basically established the overall style and temperament of the team.
Fortunately, they still had Ceng Rui, who was providing support, and Li Shiyi, who was jungler. Both of them were relatively steady players, and they were barely able to keep their other three teammates from being too rash …
"But it's already very reckless —"
The other God members in the training room couldn't help but sigh.
This kind of team temperament gave them an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was just like when they were in the finals with Mi.
When Team X fought, the strongest dark horse in the Korean region this year also used the same method.
Several coaches and analysts of the God Club were also engaged in a heated discussion:
"Raise it a little more … It really feels like I can compete with Mi.
That's going to be amazing. "
"That's going to be amazing."
"It's going to be a battle of skill and skill. Tactics are actually secondary."
"I'm looking forward to it."
Indeed.
The core of the lineup of the strongest dark horse team in Korea was the top laner and the mid laner.
Whether it was the top lane or the mid lane, The-Swo, Fly, they all possessed the best individual skills in the world.
Even if other veteran professional teams were superior in experience and tactics to these Korean rookies, they were completely helpless against the two top and mid laners. In the end, they could only suffer a crushing defeat.
But Lin Feng's new team was different.
In terms of overall coordination, experience, and tactics, they were far inferior to any veteran team.
But in terms of the individual skills of the three core C positions, they were incomparably amazing.
Needless to say, a certain someone in the mid lane, who was now almost as famous as Moo in Korea.
Even Fly, who was second only to Han Shihao, would be able to suppress his opponent with his skill alone.
As for the top lane, with Chen Ting's individual skills and playstyle, with more practice and personal guidance from Number Three, he would be able to compete with The-Sow.
Speaking of which, it was possible that he wouldn't be at a disadvantage in a head-on battle.
Speaking of which, in the current world of professional esports, there were only a few teams that could compete with Mi.
Only a few teams in Team X could compete head-on with their skills.
Lin Feng's team of five already had this kind of potential.
They even had a vague hint of their true strength.
"The future is promising! The future is promising!"
Team Leader Zhang of God couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Lin Feng and the others in front of the computer in the training room.
…
The match in the training room didn't end until nearly 9: 30 pm.
From afternoon to night, six hours of hard work and sweat had passed.
The results were gratifying and satisfying.
Even Number Three nodded slightly at the end and gave a compliment in a light and airy manner.
"Not bad."
"That's more like it."
Just this sentence alone was enough to make the exhausted Ceng Rui, Chen Ting, Li Shiyi, and the others instinctively straighten their backs. When they looked at each other, they saw the relief and joy on each other's faces.
Their efforts weren't in vain.
They were recognized.
What Number Three said next made everyone's faces turn pale once more.
"So, let's continue tomorrow.
Increase the intensity. "
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