In the high-end random game of the European server's Champion Group, CN 006's three consecutive defeats against Crow also fell into the eyes of many European professional players who were also paying attention to the matchup.
Such a result, in the eyes of the vast number of local players, was naturally extremely regrettable and depressing.
But for these European professional players, seeing that China's CN 006 lost three consecutive games, they all felt quite happy.
In any case, although they did not know the true identity of this Crow, at least they could be sure that this was their European master.
Moreover, even Spoon and Phoenix, two of their strongest mid laners in Europe, were defeated by this Crow. If in the end, Crow was still defeated by that China player …
Wouldn't that mean that their Europe's number one and number two wizard would be a joke?
The current result was the most reasonable and acceptable.
In the MSN chat group of Europe's top professional players, a group of European players were also chatting in a relaxed tone:
"That 006, he's playing pretty well."
"But that's about it. If he wants to get on the leaderboard, there's still Crow blocking his way."
"BTW (by the way), now I don't doubt Crow's strength anymore. To be able to defeat Phoenix and Spoon, he really relied on his own strength to reach the top in the European server."
"I didn't expect such a top player to appear in our Europe."
"Maybe it's another Yonko?"
"That 006's luck is really bad, but if he wants to get on the leaderboard, it would be better to change the timing. Now, he clearly knows that he will continue to meet Crow, but he still stubbornly stays in the leaderboard – it's too unwise."
"I agree, what's the point of competing like this? Anyway, his strength is not as good as Crow. No matter how he fights, he will still lose."
There was a tone of certainty in their conversation.
As professional players, these European players naturally had a keen eye for detail. Although they might not be as strong as 006 or Crow, who were currently engaged in battle, it did not prevent them from noticing the difference in strength between the two sides.
Anyway, basically, most of the European players in this MSN chat group had reached a consensus –
If they continued to fight, that China 006 would still not be able to win.
Now it was already three consecutive defeats.
And then …
Four consecutive defeats, five consecutive defeats, six consecutive defeats?
Well (tsk tsk), it sounded a little heart-wrenching.
…
Shanghai, Shanghai.
Lin Feng's bedroom was quiet as usual. The bright silver moonlight spilled through the window and fell on the computer table and the floor. The soft and cold moonlight also fell on the side of Lin Feng's face, casting a shadow on his face and making it hard to see his expression clearly.
Three consecutive defeats.
Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry to start the next round of the tournament. Instead, he was lost in his thoughts and reminiscing about the past.
The last time he experienced something like this …
What he remembered was that it had happened five years ago.
At that time, he had just entered the League of Legends professional esports circle in the S1 season. He was almost invincible in the national server and rarely lost. He was full of confidence and expectations for his future.
Then, he officially sparred with Senior No. 1 for the first time.
He lost the first match.
He lost miserably.
Another three battles followed, and he lost all of them.
On this side, he was already sweating profusely, while on the other side, Senior Number One had a calm and collected expression from beginning to end, and even had the time to chat and laugh with Senior Number Five, who had yet to be engaged.
At that time, he gritted his teeth and continued to challenge.
Then …
A total of nine consecutive defeats.
From beginning to end, he couldn't win a single match. In the end, he sat down on his seat dejectedly and powerlessly. At that time, he was only a junior high school student, and his eyes were red with grievance and frustration. He had never felt such a huge and heavy sense of defeat.
At that time, Senior Number One ended his chat with Senior Number Five, raised his head and looked at him, smiling.
"Do you still want to fight?"
At that time, he threw the mouse angrily.
"I don't want to fight anymore!"
He couldn't beat him anyway.
No matter how he fought, he would lose. What was the point?
Just like that, he angrily thought to himself. Senior No. 1, who was sitting opposite him, narrowed his eyes, looked at him, and casually asked, "What's going on?
"What do you think is the most important thing for a professional player?"
He was stunned, and subconsciously answered: "Strength."
But Senior Number One shook his head:
"Wrong."
"It's faith and confidence."
At that time, he was a little stunned, but Senior No. 1 was still speaking slowly and methodically.
"No matter what the situation is, only with the belief that you will never give up and never admit defeat can you see the hope of victory."
"Even if the opponent is stronger than you."
"It won't stop you from always having enough confidence in yourself."
"You have to believe that you are the strongest."
"Or, one day, you will become the strongest."
"Your confidence can't be shaken by anything. Believe in yourself. Even if you encounter a strong opponent, you can believe that you can defeat him."
"There is no undefeatable opponent in the world."
"As long as your confidence is strong enough and your belief is firm enough, even if it is an unreachable goal and dream, you will be able to achieve it."
After a pause, Senior Number One looked up at him and smiled again:
"A truly outstanding professional esports player doesn't need to believe in miracles."
"Because —"
"He can always create miracles with his own hands."
"Similarly, the greatest humiliation for an outstanding professional esports player is not to be defeated once or twice —"
"But choosing to give up in the face of failure."
"So …"
"Do you still want to fight?"
…
"What happened after that?"
It was an international long-distance call. Number Two, on the other end of the line, listened to his former teammate's casual recount of the past. After a long silence, he asked.
On the other end of the line, Number One laughed.
"After that?"
"Of course that brat will continue to grit his teeth and fight me to the end."
"Three days."
"He lost twenty-three games in a row."
"But … he won in the twenty-fourth game."
After a pause, Number One walked to the large, clear, and bright floor-to-ceiling window in the hotel apartment with his phone in hand. He looked at the city outside the window and smiled again.
"I told him to go to the European server to challenge that damn crow. I never thought he would win."
Number Two frowned:
"But isn't it too hasty to use Crow as Maple's whetstone?"
"The whetstone is too hard. Be careful not to grind the blade."
On the other end of the line, Number One nodded slightly, the corners of his lips curling up into a faint smile.
"Too hasty?"
"I still think … it's too slow."
"After wasting so many years, if we don't give him a dose of strong medicine, he'll still have a long way to go before he holds up the flag of the new generation of professional esports."
"Besides, don't underestimate that kid's strength and potential."
"After all, he's the disciple I chose."
"Of course not."
At the same time.
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai.
In front of the computer screen in the bedroom, Lin Feng slowly raised his head. His eyes had already returned to a deep and serene look. It was as if his entire body's Qi was slowly withdrawing, losing some of its original sharpness and fierceness. It was like a deep and serene sea that appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, was brewing an incomparably turbulent storm.
Three losses in a row?
Compared to the twenty-three losses in a row back then, it was indeed nothing …
Sorry for the wait.
Continue.
Again.
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