On the last night before the London final, the conversation between Lin Feng and Dawn Chenxing was destined to be easily unknown to outsiders.
The two parties involved in the dialogue would also not casually mention the specific content of the dialogue to outsiders.
But as a speaker, Dawn Morning Star did not hide his true intentions at all at that moment, and expressed his thoughts and decisions extremely frankly.
As an audience, Lin Feng also effortlessly understood the meaning of Dawn Morning Star and gave his approval.
So although it was just this seemingly quiet night before the final battle, at the end of this conversation, both of them had a clear understanding of what kind of thrilling ups and downs there would be in the final battle tomorrow.
Same night.
In a suite on the upper floors of the hotel, there were traces of rain trailing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the night view of London lights in the distance a little unreal, as if it was difficult for anyone to easily predict the outcome of tomorrow's final battle.
"Forty and a half."
"Close to fifty percent."
The voice of No. 1 rang leisurely in the room, next to four other old friends who had been side by side for many years, listening silently.
Looking out of the window, No. 1's eyes narrowed slightly:
"These guys are arrogant."
"The tacit understanding that has been honed, as well as the designated planning of the tactical system, plus the current state level of the four of them—"
"It can be worth a 10% chance of winning."
Speaking of No. 1 here, he paused for a while, and then added the remaining half of the sentence as if calmly:
"The other 40%..."
"It all falls on A Xing alone."
Even if it was said from the mouth of No. 1, the meaning of these words is a bit sensational, because it almost means that 80% of the key to a team's victory depends only on a specific player in the team. For a team-based e-sports project such as League of Legends, it is completely contrary to the idea of individual heroism.
But at this moment, the other four people in the room who heard No. 1's comments did not seem to have the slightest objection.
No. 2 nodded slowly and said coldly:
"Soldier to soldier."
"The king sees the king."
"Others can only decide the lower limit of God-hand of God."
"Axing, the mid-single captain, represents the upper limit of this team."
Leaning lazily at the corner of the window, the corners of No. 3's mouth curled up slightly with his hands on his chest, but he rarely carried a bit of a cold edge:
"Um."
"Fight against an opponent like SSK—"
"It's just that the upper limit has to be maximized in order to win."
No. 4 supported the gold wire mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, with a slightly regretful look on his face:
"Unfortunately, it's a little bit worse."
"If Ah Xing can directly break through the past in the past few days-"
"Odds of winning, it's definitely one or two percent more."
No. 1 smiled and shook his head:
"Has little effect."
"In this matter, everyone, including Ah Xing himself, has put in enough effort and has done the best he can within the theoretical range, and the rest is not up to us old guys to help him. Worry and tangled."
The number five next to him spoke softly and answered:
"The rest... It's up to Ah Xing himself."
No. 1 squinted his eyes, stood with his hands behind his back and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window. The night scene of London's lights was reflected in his pupils.
"In the past few years, Ah Xing has played too impurely."
"To take all the responsibilities and burdens on oneself is certainly the most ideal captain for the club, but it is not the mentality that a professional player should have."
"Be more pure."
"Where the eyes are focused, there should be no other debris interference."
"Only looking at a higher position."
"Only the opponent standing in front of you."
"In the past few days... or in the whole half month, what I want to see is never whether Ah Xing's personal ability and operation level have improved much through training."
"What I want to see is the polishing of his mentality."
"This sword used to be Taizhong and peaceful."
"It's been blunt for too long."
"If you don't sharpen it, you can't see the edge."
The light flashed in No. 3's eyes: "This time, it's almost time for that kid to do it for himself."
Yes.
Hidden swords in sheaths for several years, dull and not showing edge.
Once it comes out of the sheath... it will naturally be born as a cold light, and out of the sheath, you will see blood.
Then the final battle field of this year's World Finals is the best place to show off the sword, and the world's No. 1 mid laner, the leader of the Four Emperors from the SSK team, should also be the most ideal and perfect target for sacrificing swords. .
certainly-
There is a premise that can never be ignored and forgotten.
"That kid surnamed Han—" No. 2 frowned suddenly, looking at No. 1.
No. 1 paused for a while, then slowly shook his head:
"should… "
"It's not that fast either."
No. 3 glanced over and squinted slightly: "You are a little less confident."
No. 1 was silent, then smiled:
"In theory, I think this judgment is firm enough."
"But... we can't completely rule out the possibility of an accident - the so-called 'accident' is something we didn't expect."
…
The same words also came from the mouth of Bullet.
Although it is said that tomorrow is the final battle of this world finals, it still does not prevent this evening from the legend of the previous generation in North America to bring his newly accepted disciples to the Internet cafe to continue training and teaching as always.
In his spare time, Bullet was rarely in the mood to say a few more words, and told the girl next to him who was listening carefully without blinking his eyes, and shared his analysis of the battle tomorrow:
"Winning or losing is hard to measure."
"The biggest variable is to fall on the mid-single captains of these two teams."
"This little guy from the God team is relatively controllable. He does have some amazing things. His future achievements will not be worse than those of our previous generation."
"But the most uncontrollable and unpredictable thing is that kid from SSK surnamed Han."
"Whether his breakthrough or not directly determines the outcome of tomorrow's final."
"That's going to be the only key to getting everyone's attention."
"but… "
"It's also everyone, absolutely guessing things that can't be judged."
Tang Bingyao couldn't help but open her eyes wide:
"Can't the senior number one judge it?"
The girl's idea is very simple and pure. In her mind, regardless of whether it is the new generation or the previous generation, the No. 1 senior who is regarded as a master by Fuko is definitely the most amazing powerhouse, even the one who is in front of her now. The master also has to be a little more mean.
So this question also made Bullet pause for a moment.
He wasn't displeased with some of the thoughts in the girl's words, because he could also recognize the status of that 001.
but-
A cold glow flashed in Bullet's eyes:
"Yes."
"Even if it's him, he can't tell."
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