Throughout the history of the world's professional esports circle, no matter which region or country, there would always be people who would rise from generation to generation and stand at the pinnacle of their respective eras. Their legacies would never end.
Every generation had its own legend.
The previous generation, in the world's professional esports circle, was the generation where the Chinese server and the Korean server intersected.
Back then, there were two people in the Chinese Esports circle, including the two people who were talking on the phone across the ocean. The young man Lin Feng called "Senior One" was recognized as the most brilliant and immortal Glory legend in the entire Esports circle.
And in the Korean professional esports circle, the king of esports was Lee Daozai.
In that generation …
The young man's ID and Lee Daozai, who carried the "F" ID, were the two most famous players in the history of esports hall of fame.
Almost everyone knew about them.
But in fact …
In that generation, although most of the top professional esports players were overshadowed by the dazzling brilliance of the first two, it did not mean that there were no other strong players who were qualified to stand at the top of the pyramid.
Some people knew that they could not surpass Number One and Lee Daozai of that era, so they chose to stay dormant and silent.
But such silence and dormancy …
Although the passing of time would wash away most people's memories and impressions, it did not mean that these dormant strong players were willing to live in obscurity for the rest of their lives.
"Nightingale Dark Battle —"
In a hotel apartment in a small Danish town in Northern Europe, Number Three held his phone, his eyes still fixed on the dark battle OB live broadcast on the computer screen in front of him. He could not help but sneer.
"That guy … really knows how to pick a place."
"He came here and became active."
On the other end of the phone, Number One heard the emotions in his old friend's words and smiled.
"What?"
"You can't help it either?"
Number Three asked back.
"What do you think?"
Number One seemed to shrug and said, "You're right."
If an outsider were to hear the conversation between the two of them, perhaps they would be confused and confused. However, the young man who was addressed as No.1 naturally knew that if the 'that person' who appeared in Nightingale's secret battle was indeed the old man from back then, then … the old man and No.3 must have a deep grudge against each other.
However, Number One shook his head again.
"Forget it. After all, this is the new era's battlefield."
"Old farts like you and I shouldn't join in the fun. Some people are shameless, but we don't have to follow them."
His tone was calm and indifferent.
Number Three was silent. After a while, he suddenly said,
"It seems that Maple is also participating."
Number One laughed.
"Oh, I know —"
"That's good. That kid has probably hit a bottleneck recently. A place like Nightingale's Secret Battle is a good place for him to hone his skills."
After chatting casually for a while, before hanging up the phone, Number Three suddenly asked a question out of the blue.
"That guy … we're just going to ignore him?"
Number One's reply was rather nonchalant.
"Yes, at least not for the time being."
After pausing for a moment, he added another sentence.
"Even if that person wants to stir up trouble in the new generation of professional esports … he might not be able to."
"The little fellows of this generation …"
"But none of them are vegetarians."
The call ended.
Los Angeles, America, in a high-rise suite of a five-star hotel.
Number One, who had just hung up the phone, stood up and walked to the French window with a panoramic view of the Los Angeles cityscape outside the hotel. Behind him, the beautiful woman who had become the young man's fiancée was leaning comfortably on the sofa, casually flipping through a magazine. At this time, she looked up at the young man and asked curiously,
"Number Three's call?"
"What's wrong?"
The young man shook his head.
"Nothing."
The young man stood in front of the French window with his hands behind his back. His eyes were still looking out of the window, and his expression was calm and indifferent as usual. However, the corner of his mouth slightly curved into a rare sneer.
"But …"
"It's just that some old farts have been suppressed by me and Li Daozai for too many years … Now, it seems like they're not willing to be left out …"
…
Back in Shanghai, Shanghai, in the private room of the Internet Cow Internet Cafe.
In front of the computer screen, Lin Feng's expression became more and more serious. His keyboard and mouse were moving at lightning speed. He was completely immersed in the intense battle that was still unfolding in front of him.
Tang Bingyao and Ceng Rui were sitting next to Lin Feng, not daring to say a word. They didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that they would affect Lin Feng's playing.
Because the battle was becoming more and more of a stalemate.
This was a tactful way of putting it.
To be more precise …
At this moment, the purple team had entered a relatively grim situation.
The match had reached the 23rd minute.
On the field, the blue team and purple team's economy had opened up by 5,000.
For a match of this standard, a five-thousand-dollar economic gap wasn't too big. If it was a group fight, as long as the purple side could coordinate well with each other and deal enough damage, they would still be able to annihilate their opponents.
Right now, the purple team's Morning Star's last hit count was above 220. It was almost impeccable.
Lin Feng's AD, Draven, was second only to J. His economy was exploding.
So …
They still had a fighting chance.
But the problem was that the opponent's top and mid laners were also very well developed.
Moon's mid laner wasn't even worth mentioning.
Just the fact that he had killed nine Swordmistress players … was enough to make people feel a suffocating pressure.
In the first few waves of team battles, the Sword Concubine had single-handedly cut into the purple team's backline and broken the deadlock.
It was almost unbeatable.
Right now, the blue team was starting to split up and let Sword Lady carry alone. In this situation, even Demon's tankiest top laner, Big Tree, would have a hard time against J. Sword Lady.
…
"We have to punish Sword Lady!"
In Team God's training base, Huangxue Nightsong, who was sitting next to Morning Star, furrowed his brows.
"Now that we're letting the Sword Concubine lead the line and force the minions to the tower, the tree won't be able to stop them. They'll come up and attack the tower a few times before retreating. Or, they'll fight and exhaust the poke. If the tree's HP is reduced by a third, it'll probably enter the Sword Concubine's kill line."
Another member of the God Squad sighed as well.
"Big Tree's development is one and a half times less than Sword Lady's …"
"Their levels are almost two levels apart."
"How are we going to defend?"
Indeed.
Even if the purple team's top laner was Demon, a top European player who stood at the doorstep of one of the seven kings, he still felt powerless in the face of the current situation.
The difference in the growth of the two top laners was too big.
If he wasn't a thick-skinned Big Tree, he would have collapsed even more.
But even in this situation …
It wouldn't be good for him to drag things out any further.
How to break out of this situation had become the biggest problem for the purple team.
Finally, at this moment …
A marking signal appeared on the minimap.
It was a signal for Big Tree to retreat.
At the same time, Lin Feng controlled his Draven to rush towards the bottom lane. His eyes twinkled.
This time, it was his turn to fight against a pair of Sword Lady.
This situation …
Let him try to break it!
*****
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