Happy lost.
The results of the first round of the finals were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking many people up.
Just before the official start of the match, when the voting was finally closed, Happy actually received 51.1% of the vote. They actually surpassed the defending champion team, Samsara.
Happy's supporters were so excited by this result that they even forgot that this vote actually only represented people's expectations. Happy's support was just people's curiosity and expectation for a dark horse, a counterattack, and so on.
Voting didn't represent the strength of the two teams.
Voting also didn't determine the outcome of this match.
Happy didn't lose confidence because of their two losses to Samsara in the regular season. As for Samsara? They didn't feel any fear because of Happy's outstanding performance in the playoffs against Blue Rain and Tyranny.
In comparison, Samsara, who had eliminated their opponents 2-0 twice, had a much more relaxed attitude in the playoffs.
Because of this calmness, Samsara had more time to rest in the playoffs. While Happy and Tyranny were bitterly fighting in the third round, Samsara had a full six days of rest.
This battle had taken a lot out of Happy, especially in the last half an hour of the team competition. Tyranny, who only had four players left without a healer, fought fiercely with Happy for half an hour. In the end, they still lost, but Happy had paid a considerable price for this victory.
After the bitter battle, Happy rushed back to City H that night. After running around, they had a full two days of rest. Then, they met Samsara, who had calmly rested for six days.
Not competing for six days wouldn't cause any loss of condition, because six days was the same amount of time as the regular season. Experienced pro teams and players would have more experience in using six days to adjust their condition than using three days to do so.
From the content of the first round, even though Team Happy still had the excitement from their fierce battle with Tyranny, this excitement quickly became a burden to them. Their spirits weren't able to relax enough after that battle, and soon, they lost the tension that they needed to maintain.
Happy lost.
This shouldn't have been a surprising result.
But because of his previous outstanding performance and because of his home ground, everyone had high hopes for Happy, but the final result made them feel helpless.
Happy's loss was analyzed in many ways, and the exhaustion of his battle with Tyranny was highlighted in almost every article.
There was a reason, but what was next? Could Happy solve it?
After this, they only had three days of rest. Samsara had won their away game, so their morale was high. Happy? Are they stabilizing after falling behind by one game?
That night at midnight, the voting channels for the second round opened. Samsara's support rate left everyone else in the dust...
Players might cast this vote because of their own expectations, but they would also cast this vote because of their own judgment.
Expectation was a kind of vision, and judgment was a kind of trust.
Happy was still a dark horse, and people could only place their hopes on him. However, at this moment, he was not as excited as he was at the beginning. Because of the loss in the first round, his anticipation was now hesitant and apprehensive.
Happy's support rate seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
Three days passed, and after returning to Samsara's home stadium in City S. When the voting channels closed, Happy's support rate had fallen to 39.1%.
There were still many people who hoped for a miracle. But the more rational players had already cast their votes towards Samsara.
61.9%。
Samsara's support rate in the second round would turn this support into reality, and they would win the Season 10 championship, winning three consecutive championships, and establishing the second dynasty in Glory's history, the Samsara Dynasty.
The stadium had already displayed this slogan, and Samsara's fans couldn't wait to welcome this day. And Samsara's home stadium had already prepared a grand celebration, celebrating the establishment of the Samsara Dynasty.
The stadium was filled with a joyous atmosphere. This didn't seem like an intense playoffs, it was more like an awards ceremony.
"How annoying!"
Pro players were very sensitive to the atmosphere of a stadium. The Glory stars who had watched the first round of the match at Xiaoshan Stadium all rushed to City S to watch the second round. Samsara's stadium was filled with the atmosphere of having the championship in their hands and establishing a dynasty. As competitors, of course they were unhappy, extremely unhappy.
"Can't Ye Xiu be a little more mature? Where's the spirit he had when he was beating us up!" Huang Shaotian grumbled. To be honest, for these guys, as spectators, watching the two teams fight for the championship made their hearts ache. They didn't like Samsara establishing a dynasty, but they weren't happy about Happy winning the championship either. As a result, when they were unhappy with Samsara, they also had to criticize Happy, and they had to criticize Ye Xiu even more. Criticize again and again.
"Say, we all came here to watch the finals. Are we looking for abuse or abuse?" Void's Li Xuan said, deeply experiencing this unbearable feeling.
"Let's witness history!" Zhang Xinjie said.
Samsara winning the championship, establishing a new dynasty, was history. Happy winning the championship, a dark horse to the end, a new team that won the championship in their first year in the Alliance, would indeed be recorded in the annals of Glory history.
"So we're standing in a historical moment!" Tang Hao said sarcastically, even mocking himself.
These people didn't want to watch history. They came here, to the Glory arena, to create history. They all wanted to be participants, but now, they were spectators.
Bang!
Beside Li Xuan, Wu Yuce opened a bottle of drink. The sound was crisp. Everyone else was silent. If you used the same mentality as the other spectators to explain, then they were all fans. They were far more loyal than any other fan. They were the only fans. What they were fans of was themselves, their team. This point would never change. So when they watched the match, they weren't thinking about which side would win. What they thought about the most was that they would go up and defeat both teams. Of course, killing everyone around them was fine too.
The atmosphere was stifling.
"Captain, what do you want to drink? I'll go buy it!" Micrograss's Liu Xiaobie jumped up. He didn't like this kind of suppression, so he found an excuse to temporarily escape.
"Coke, thank you," Wang Jiexi said.
"Bring me two bottles too," Royal Style's Tian Sen said.
"Mineral water is fine for me," Li Xuan nodded.
"Bring me a bottle of milk tea," Chu Yunxiu also asked Liu Xiaobie.
"I want green tea."
"I want black tea."
Everyone started talking. Liu Xiaobie instantly collapsed. "I can't remember that much!"
"Write it down on your phone." Xiao Shiqin kindly gave him an idea.
Liu Xiaobie's face darkened as he took out his phone.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Misty Rain's Li Hua came over to watch Liu Xiaobie record and started cheering.
The phone record was a long list. Almost no one was polite to him. Liu Xiaobie was about to cry. He suddenly felt that the oppressive atmosphere just now was pretty good. It was a good time to reflect on his gains and losses!
"There's so much, I can't take it all …" Liu Xiaobie said weakly after taking down everyone's requests.
"Just make a few more trips." Xiao Shiqin lived up to his reputation as the Master Tactician, the king of ideas.
"His hands are so fast. His legs shouldn't be too bad, right?" Dai Yanqi supported her captain.
Liu Xiaobie was already in despair. He slowly prepared to move, but when his hand touched his pocket, his spirit suddenly rose. He quickly searched through it and laughed loudly. "Hahahaha, I forgot to bring my wallet today."
"It's been hard on you. How could I have the nerve to ask you to pay for it!" Yu Wenzhou calmly took out his wallet. "I'll treat everyone."
"Okay!!" Yu Feng took the lead in applauding, supporting his former captain.
"Captain, save me!!" Liu Xiaobie looked like he was about to kneel in front of Wang Jiexi.
"Go get a few more people to buy it all at once. The match is about to start." Wang Jiexi said.
As a result, the rookies who had come to watch the match stood up and took over the task.
Everyone began to quietly wait for the match to start.
These pro players didn't care too much about who won or lost on the field. They didn't need to come to the stadium to observe their opponents. But now, they were all gathered together.
At the end of the day, it was the desire in their hearts that caused mischief. Every single one of the people sitting here had an incomparable desire to stand on that stage.
They couldn't participate in the finals, so it was good to feel the atmosphere of the stadium …
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