In the first five minutes of the match, there was not the slightest bit of a fight.
So far, there was not even a single kill on the three lanes, including the jungle.
For the European server, which had always been slow-paced, this was actually very common.
But at this time, the countless spectators and professional players who were watching this ranked match all noticed something unusual.
Because, you know …
In the first seven matches between cn _ 006 and crow, by this time, battles had already broken out. This was especially true in the middle lane, where one could almost see the clear advantage and disadvantage, as well as the active and passive situation.
And basically, it was cn 006 who was at a disadvantage.
But this match.
But it was not like this.
The number of last hits from the blue and purple mid laners was almost the same.
Their health was exactly the same.
Even on the blue side, cn 006's mid laner, Master of Shadows, was slightly better than crow's mid laner, Enchantress, in terms of minions and last hits!
Shanghai, Magic City.
God- Hand of God club training base.
Morning Star, who was sitting in front of the computer screen and watching the match intently, suddenly let out a soft sound of surprise. There was a look of surprise on his face.
"This match …"
"006's Retribution has a good rhythm!"
As the only one of the seven kings in the world in the LPL division, and also one of the top mid laners in the world, he could easily see that the rhythm of the middle lane was not because crow's Enchantress was holding back or that his condition was declining.
The purple mid laner, Crafty Enchantress …
She was as strong as ever. The live broadcast on the computer screen still made people feel a suffocating sense of oppression.
In the hands of this mysterious European powerhouse, Lefran had fully displayed her dominance and suppression in the online game. Not to mention Morning Star himself, he had no doubt that even Moon or Phoenix of the Yonkō (Four Emperors) would not be able to do better than Crow.
So …
The problem was not on crow's side.
His gaze fell on the blue mid laner, Master of Shadows. As if he had realized something, Morning Star's face showed a change of expression.
So …
It was because of cn 006!
…
Europe, Legend club training base.
Looking at the live broadcast on the computer screen in front of him, the light in Phoenix's eyes became increasingly excited and fiery.
Crow's Enchantress had already been used to a flawless degree, but if he were to take over as the Yonkō (Four Emperors), he wouldn't be able to do any better.
But the more it was like this …
The more he thought about it, the more it explained another problem.
In the face of the terrifying pressure brought about by the Crafty Demoness of this level, the Lord of Shadow Stream, who was still able to deal with the battle calmly on the blue side, seemed to have started to gradually adapt and grasp the rhythm of exchanging blows with the strongest expert in Europe from the previous generation.
That guy, Maple …
After seven consecutive defeats, he was finally starting to get into the groove!
Seoul, Korea.
Fate Team Club.
In the training base, Moon, who was sitting in the training room, raised his eyebrows slightly. A trace of surprise also flashed in his eyes.
Then, the surprise turned into realization.
When his gaze fell on the Master of the Shadow Stream in the blue square, the eyes of the Korean server's second midlaner, who was known as the "Moon Empress", were filled with surprise and admiration — —
Amazing.
This 006 …
He was even more powerful than he, or perhaps even more powerful than everyone had expected!
Seoul, SSK Team Club Training Base.
Sitting in front of the computer screen with a group of teammates, MAFA's expression had become solemn. This time, it wasn't because of Crow's performance, but because of the performance of the blue side's cn 006 midlaner.
Turning his head, MAFA's gaze fell on his midlaner who was sitting with his back to him and was also quietly watching the game. He thought silently in his heart — —
(So …)
(Did you already expect such a change?)
Han Shihao, who was sitting with his back to his teammates, looked at the OB on the live screen, and his expression returned to calm and indifferent.
Indeed.
He had already expected it.
Of course, the strength of the strongest player in Europe from the previous generation was enough to make him feel slightly shocked and vigilant.
But …
If it was him, he still had absolute confidence to fight against him.
Then, as the opponent that he had identified as his nemesis, as the other legendary midlaner who stood at the top of the pyramid with him, naturally, he should also have such a performance.
Even if he was the strongest player in the previous generation …
Han Shihao's eyes suddenly became cold and sharp like a knife:
So what?
…
The game time on the field had come to a little over six minutes.
In his bedroom, Lin Feng sat in front of the computer with both hands on the mouse and keyboard at the same time. The crisp sound of rapid typing rang out one after another.
It had a strange rhythm and rhythm that was crisp and pleasing to the ear.
Positioning.
Forward.
Flat attack.
Quickly retreating, right angle dance to predict the positioning to evade in advance.
Backhand, a Q skill was thrown out.
Retreat again.
At this time, the blue and purple midlaners in the middle lane only had a little more than half of their HP left, and whether it was Tribulation or Lefran, their level experience bar was only one step away from reaching level 6.
Lin Feng subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
The gaze in his eyes still looked deep and calm, just like his calm state of mind at the moment.
This game …
He was in good condition.
Although the opponent was still strong enough to make his heart beat faster and his palms still oozed sweat, he had slowly begun to adapt to such a high-intensity and intense rhythm.
It was just like the twenty or so sparring sessions he had with Senior One back then.
It didn't matter if he lost.
It didn't matter if he lost again and again.
As long as he always maintained his faith and confidence in himself, never thinking about giving up, calming down to analyze every smallest detail from every failure, to think and study every step of his opponent's operation, playstyle, and rhythm …
Therefore, every defeat would bring about a little growth.
Back then, he had experienced 23 consecutive losses before he could really grasp Senior No. 1's playstyle and operation rhythm.
Now his mentality was more mature than back then.
The speed of learning and improvement …
And also faster.
So —
This time, after only the first seven matches in the middle lane, he had gradually begun to grasp some of Crow's playstyle and rhythm.
It was no longer a fog in front of him.
Instead, he could see through some of the tracks behind the fog.
As long as he could grasp any one of those fast-moving and jumping tracks …
He could seize back the initiative of the rhythm!
The next moment, as the blue and purple minions each fell to the ground, the two midlaners lit up with the light of leveling up at the same time.
The purple square midlaner Enchantress immediately pressed forward.
A Q skill "Malicious Sigil" was thrown out.
It hit Master of Shadow Stream.
At the same time, a W skill "Devil Shadow Footprints" moved forward like lightning!
Still at the same instant —
Lin Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened!
The tapping of the mouse and the keyboard suddenly turned into a sharp and crisp killing movement!
Now!
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