He had been fighting his way into the European server since a week ago.
He had been playing solo all the way up.
He had fought his way up from Diamond to Challenger. He had been at the bottom of the Challenger Group leaderboard.
He had fought his way into the top 100 from 200, then into the top 50, then into the top 30.
And tonight, he had fought his way into the top 10 of the Challenger Group leaderboard.
All the hard work and effort he had put in during this period of time, the amount of hard work and sweat he had put in behind him was equal to the amount of dazzling brilliance he had achieved.
However, all of this was just to issue a confident and decisive challenge to the terrifying and mysterious existence that hovered over the entire professional esports circle of the European server like a shadow.
Even though Lin Feng had been mentally prepared, he still hadn't expected that …
The outcome of defeat would come so quickly.
It was so realistic and cruel.
It was as if he had charged forward with all his might and finally crashed into an extremely cold and hard iron plate, causing him to stumble back with a bloody nose and a swollen face.
He raised his head subconsciously and saw a towering mountain that was so far away that he couldn't reach it.
It was a cold and slender figure that the entire professional esports circle had to look up to, standing at the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back.
He didn't need to take any chances.
Even though it was just the ranking match, Lin Feng was already very clear about one fact.
His current self.
He was no match for the strongest player in Europe in the previous generation.
Lin Feng's eyelids drooped slightly.
(Gap …)
(Huge.)
…
Taipei, the training base of the Assassins Club.
Nian Shisan was sitting in front of a computer screen in the training room with an ugly expression on his face.
He wasn't playing in the mid lane position, but as one of the world's seven kings, his vision and judgment were enough for him to confirm one thing.
That terrifying existence called Crow …
In terms of mid lane strength, he might even be above Moon and Phoenix, who were ranked third and fourth among the Yonkō.
It was said that the difference in strength between the seven kings and the Yonkō was not too great, but that was only for the best of the seven kings and the bottom two of the Yonkō.
But when one's strength reached the level of Autumn or F- Han Shihao …
That kind of existence was not something that the seven kings could compare with.
In other words, although Crow's strength might have returned to the edge of the Yonkō (Four Emperors), when facing the "Crow" whose strength was not any weaker than Han Shihao —
He still had no chance of winning!
…
Shanghai, Shanghai, in a small private room of a certain internet cafe.
Tang Bingyao, Ceng Rui, and Zhang Hao had made an appointment to gather here. The three of them had turned on the same computer screen and were watching the live stream of the beautiful female streamer, Sakura, on DouYu TV.
Ceng Rui's expression was incredibly solemn.
"The opponent is too strong."
"In the middle lane, Lin Feng's mid lane Clockwork has been completely suppressed by Crow's Master of Shadows."
"In terms of individual control, Lin Feng doesn't have any advantage at all."
"But when it comes to roaming support and mid to late game team battles … it seems that Crow is still the more experienced one. He's able to control the rhythm of the battle more perfectly!"
Ceng Rui paused for a moment, and he could not help but have a hint of shock flash in his eyes.
"I didn't expect …"
"Apart from the leader of the Four Emperors, F, there's actually such a top mid in the esports circle!"
Zhang Hao, who was standing to the side, was also dumbfounded. He subconsciously murmured,
"Is … is he really at the 'God Tier' level?"
"His ability index is almost perfect in all aspects. Even F might not be able to win against such a godlike mid laner … Can Lin Feng beat him?"
Ceng Rui was stunned by the question.
He furrowed his brows. With his strength, he couldn't make any predictions or judgments.
Tang Bingyao, who was also sitting next to him in a chair, pursed her lips. She couldn't help but clench her fists in nervousness.
(If it's Lin Feng …)
(It's possible!)
(Definitely, definitely not a problem!)
…
The atmosphere in Lin Feng's bedroom was very quiet.
He wasn't in a hurry to start his next solo match. Instead, he quietly lowered his head, thinking about something.
(Whether I can beat him or not, I'll only know after I fight him.)
In the past, this was a catchphrase that he would often say.
But this time was different.
This time …
He had already fought him.
Then the cruel reality was revealed in front of him. It was as if an incomparably cold and emotionless voice was telling him that he wasn't a match for that person.
He couldn't beat him.
At least, he couldn't match him right now.
Lin Feng had rarely encountered such a situation, but this time, he had encountered one. He was at a loss as to what to do.
If he couldn't beat him, what should he do?
Lin Feng lowered his head and stared at the ground under his feet.
The bedroom door behind him was gently pushed open from the outside. Su Xue, who was worried about the situation, carefully poked her head in and looked at Lin Feng sitting at the computer desk. Seeing him sitting there motionlessly, Su Xue had a worried expression on her face. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she held back and gently closed the door.
Lin Feng was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the movement behind him.
His thoughts suddenly wandered.
This was because this scene was not unfamiliar to him at all.
Back then …
When he, Fatty, Ah Qiu, Ah Mo, and Eleven finally made it to the World Finals of Season S1, they lost several training matches against strong European and American teams. Their results were extremely bad, and it also caused everyone in the team to be incomparably depressed and depressed.
At that time …
How did they pull themselves together?
Lin Feng's mind was in a daze. He tried his best to recall the scene from back then, trying to find an answer from the deepest recesses of his mind.
Then, an incomparably familiar, beautiful, and delicate figure appeared in his mind, and it was accompanied by an equally familiar, pleasant voice that suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Idiot."
"It's just a few training matches. So what?"
"You can lose matches, but you can't lose confidence in yourself!"
"I can't beat him?"
"Then we'll just continue fighting until we can defeat it!"
Her voice was clear and melodious.
Her tone was serious and resolute.
In an instant, Lin Feng, who was sitting in front of the computer, trembled slightly.
Then he took a deep breath.
Then he slowly exhaled the foul air.
Raising his head, Lin Feng's eyes burned with the desire to fight. He scanned the game interface on the computer screen and saw a friend request popping up.
The one who sent the request was none other than Crow.
Lin Feng moved his mouse and accepted it. Crow's friend ID appeared on his friend list. His status was "Idle."
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.
The other party was waiting for him to make his move.
Then …
Since he was the challenger, it would be a little rude to let his opponent wait like this.
In the next moment, without hesitation, Lin Feng moved his mouse and pressed the confirm button again.
On DouYu TV's live streaming platform, in Luo Ying's live streaming room on the European server, Luo Ying exclaimed in surprise when she saw that the ID of cn, 006, had changed from "Idle" to "In Queue."
"006 Guru is queuing again!"
The stream was once again in a frenzy.
At the same time —
In Lin Feng's friend list, Crow's avatar entered the 'queue' almost at the same time as Lin Feng confirmed that his friend was in the queue.
Battle …
Continue!
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