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He was furious when he died, but after he died, Elevenless didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
"Are you in the Hall of Glory? Come out and have a rest. Let's have a drink," he said as he sent a private message to Lu Li. He had already guessed Lu Li's identity. Most of the star players were friends, so their respective clubs didn't have the right to interfere.
Lu Li and Elevenless had gone to assassinate Xiao Mo together, so they had been good friends for a long time.
Perhaps because they were a bit arrogant, they didn't take the initiative to make friends with anyone. Other than those who were born socialites like Hornet's Nest and Mowang Feng, professional players didn't chat all day long.
Lu Li had fought over a hundred matches in a row. Even though he wasn't under much pressure, he wasn't made of iron. After fighting with Elevenless, he was even more exhausted.
After replying, Lu Li reported his location in the Hall of Glory.
Every seat had a number that corresponded to the various teleportation points in the Hall of Glory. These teleportation points could be used to reach other locations in the Hall of Glory.
Not long after, the tall and burly Elevenless came over.
"Long time no see," Lu Li said politely.
"Good thing we don't see each other often," Elevenless said as he rubbed his nose and sat down. He then said with a bitter smile, "Do you think I didn't die every time I ran into you?"
Lu Li thought about it. It seemed to be true. He had fought with Elevenless five or six times, and he had seen him die every time. Two or three times, Lu Li had even personally killed him.
There were no brothers on the field, so there was no need for friendship.
Elevenless said this self-deprecatingly. He didn't blame Lu Li at all.
The NPC waiter suddenly brought up a glass of Dwarven liquor and placed it in front of Elevenless. He took it and gulped down half of it.
Lu Li also took a few sips. The drinks in the game tasted pretty good, especially after the game simulated the feeling of sex. Drinking to one's heart's content after a big battle was a favorite of many players.
"Why are you in the arena?" Elevenless pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you want one?"
"No thanks," Lu Li declined and said, "The league tournament is about to start. I'm here to find the feeling. Aren't you guys the same? "
"We're not as calm as you. We'll fight at least twenty matches a day to see your win rate. He probably hasn't played much in the arena before, "Elevenless sighed as he took a puff of his cigarette. Comparisons were odious, and Lu Li was probably the least like a star player.
Even Xiao Mo had to enter the arena to fight a few rounds every day. Otherwise, his condition would definitely decline.
This is similar to sports athletes. One minute onstage was equivalent to ten years of hard work offstage. Many experts needed to maintain a continuous period of polishing their playing. No one dared to be like Lu Li, not PKing for many days at a time.
Actually, this was all a misunderstanding.
Lu Li came from an unorthodox background. His starting point was too high, and he had repeatedly created miracles.
No one was qualified to tell him what a professional player should be like. Ruling Sword still hadn't found a coach yet, so everyone was just playing on their own. They were just waiting for the competition to get used to each other. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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In any case, they wouldn't meet any decent experts at the start of the competition.
There was no way that a team would be able to eliminate Ruling Sword at the beginning of the elimination rounds. They were almost done getting used to each other.
Regular guilds not only had competitors, coaches, logistics, but they also had specialized training maps …
Therefore, Lu Li had no idea that professional players needed to train their skills and maintain their condition.
"I fought on the battlefield." Lu Li felt a little guilty.
He decided to ask Mu Qiu and the others when he got back. Both he and Moonlight had gone through regular guild training, so they should have a better understanding of these things.
"Your equipment is really good," Elevenless said. He didn't dwell on the previous topic and began to comment on Lu Li's equipment. "When you fought me, you still had a lot of tricks up your sleeve, right?"
"Hehe, aren't you the same?" Lu Li laughed. He didn't admit it, but he didn't refute it either.
Elevenless lost, but if you thought that he was out of tricks, then you couldn't be more wrong. Just like how Lu Li still had a lot of tricks up his sleeve, he also had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
In this kind of arena PK, who would be willing to risk their lives for a win or a loss?
Trump cards were reserved for critical moments, such as the upcoming professional league. At that time, they were fighting for glory. Right now, they were fighting for pride.
"How boring," Elevenless said resentfully. He glanced at Lu Li. "It seems like you guys are aiming for something big this time. Are you determined to get into the top three?"
If it was a normal guild executive, they would have laughed it off and replied, "How is that possible? We're just trying to make a living. We'll be lucky if we don't get into the top one hundred." No one would make their attitude too obvious. The professional circle had developed to this point, and there were many hypocritical faces everywhere.
However, Lu Li didn't. He nodded. "That's right, our goal this time is to be the champions!"
Elevenless opened his mouth and couldn't help but want to mock him.
What right do you have to say that you want to be the champions? Do you think it's that easy to get the championship? There are hundreds of guilds competing for it, and hundreds of thousands of players are competing for it. You're just a newly formed guild with a total of sixty to seventy thousand players.
However, when he thought about it again, he realized that Lu Li really did have the right to say this.
Winning the Shadow Cup and the Magic Cup showed the strength of Lu Li's team. This year's dark horse was undoubtedly Ruling Sword. It wasn't impossible for them to win the league again.
"Let's drink." Elevenless didn't say anything in the end.
He had a sense of pride in his own guild, and he wouldn't betray it before it did something wrong to him. However, if he asked himself, he was actually quite envious of Ruling Sword's glory.
Just saying that their goal was to be the champions was a bold move!
While they were drinking, the news of Elevenless's death had already spread.
There were thousands of people watching, and most of them recognized Elevenless from the continuous Whirlwind. This was already something worth talking about, but what was even more interesting was that Elevenless had been killed.
It wasn't just the ordinary players, but even the experts in the chat rooms had received the news.
Hornet's Nest: Elevenless, Elevenless, come out.
Both voice and text were broadcasted. This was Hornet's Nest's style. Adding a message would cause a vibration, reminding the person being added that someone was calling him in the chat room he had joined. After all, Gods were used to blocking all channels.
Torrent: I heard that Elevenless was killed. Who did it?
Hornet's Nest: I was just about to ask. What are you doing, Elevenless? Why don't you come out and complain? We'll feel sorry for you.
Marks: Save it, Hornet's Nest. With your physique, if you go up against our Elevenless, you'll definitely be the one on the bottom. Why don't you pant a bit first? Maybe I'll send you a red packet.
Hornet's Nest: Elevenless was killed.
Marks: Haven't you been killed before?
Hornet's Nest: Elevenless was just killed.
Marks: Damn you …
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