The four groups of the Magic City quarter-finals are all BO5 competitions, and the first group is the decisive match against Meilan.
It was supposed to be the finale, but now it has been ranked first.
In the same way, as the game entered the final round of the sub-competition area, not only the competition system had been adjusted and changed, but also the venues where the competition was held were upgraded accordingly.
The venue where the eight participating teams are now located is an official e-sports arena.
It has also held many regular events of the LSPL and even the LPL before.
There are nearly 800 seats in the stadium, enough to accommodate the audience of players who came to watch the game. Among the audience who arrived this morning, almost half of them were wearing uniform logo T-shirts, holding light signs and glow sticks. Waving enthusiastically in the back row of the audience:
"Fengfeng, come on!"
"Come on sugar!"
"Victory! Victory! Victory!"
When everyone first entered the arena, there was a mess in the arena, but I didn't see it yet. Now that everyone was sitting down, it was staggering to realize that the scale of the support team for this decisive team was so large—
At least there are more than a hundred people...
A little-known rookie team with so many fans
Invisibly, the other team members on the scene couldn't help but improve their impression of the winning team again—
This team...
Really unusual!
At the same time, the players of the Jiutian and TO teams have also taken their seats in the front row of the auditorium. Mohe and Fei Niao, who are the leaders of the two clubs, sat beside them. Fei Niao couldn't help but whispered to communicate with the old friends next to him:
"I said, do you think Meilan will hang today?"
"Want me to see... three to two?"
For Asuka, this kind of evaluation is already a very objective and rational judgment. It doesn't save too much face for the old friend's team at all, and it also pays enough attention to the decisive team.
But when he arrived at Mohe, the top person in charge of the Nine Heavens Club still shook his head lightly:
"Three to one."
"Even, maybe three to zero."
Fei Niao couldn't help but take a deep breath: "So cruel?"
Mohe's eyes looked in the direction of the arena, his expression remained indifferent:
"Don't forget, this is the team that guy 001 brought out."
It seems that just such a sentence is enough to explain everything like a panacea.
Sounds a little unreasonable.
But the two of you here are very clear that in the world professional e-sports circle of that era, this sentence was an axiom that almost everyone recognized.
"I think I heard someone mention me behind my back?"
Laughter came from behind the two of them.
Mo He and Fei Niao turned their heads to look, and what they saw was the relaxed smiling face of No. 1.
Fei Niao couldn't help rolling his eyes: "It's elusive, can you just say hello-"
Mo He glanced at No. 1 lightly:
"Why, don't worry about your apprentice, do you make a special trip to watch the game?"
Number One shrugged:
"There's nothing to worry about. Anyway, it's a three-to-zero game. I'm afraid that Liu Dao guy will be in a bad mood when he loses later. I want to come over to comfort him - if he becomes angry, you two remember to stop me."
Naturally speaking, the words he said made people's teeth tickled and wished they could be beaten up.
Asuka had this plan quite a bit, and was gearing up to start, but was forced to stop because of another beautiful face that appeared beside No. 1:
"Xiao Wu?"
No. 5, who came here with his fiancé, took No. 1's arm and smiled sweetly at the two former friends in front of him:
"You two, it's been a long time."
Not only a lady was present, but also the only goddess recognized in the e-sports circle of the previous generation to show her face. Even as a former opponent, but also an admirer and an old friend, both Mohe and Fei Niao got up from their seats and faced No. 5. Nodding slightly in greeting.
The young members of the Jiutian and TO teams next to them stared at this scene with wide-eyed eyes, their mouths opened into O-shapes, and they were beyond surprised—
before this…
They had never seen their own Boss treat people with such a solemn attitude.
Where are these two sacred
No. 1's gaze turned to the Jiutian team, and noticed one of the young team members with a bit of high-spirited eyebrows, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled:
"Who is this?"
Mohe nodded and glanced at the young team member of his own family. The latter came over with understanding and respectfully greeted No. 1 and No. 5.
"Zhang Ke, ID is K, our mid laner for nine days."
As for the core ace of his own team, Mohe just briefly introduced it in such a flat tone.
No. 1 smiled and reached out and shook hands with the young player:
"Little K, isn't it?"
"I heard from your boss that the top 15 of the Hanbok Kings, the top students of the youth training, are very good-"
To be able to get such compliments from the No. 1 mouth, if they were replaced by God, Hayami or KG players, they would have been flattered and excited, and this young midlaner of the Jiutian team named Zhang Ke was also polite and thankful. Take it for granted.
Even when he heard No. 1 addressing himself, the young player looked up at No. 1 and corrected:
"It's not the top fifteen, it's already in the top ten now."
"Also, if you can, senior call me K."
"Don't add the word 'small'."
In a word.
The atmosphere in the room became quiet for a moment.
No. 1 raised his eyebrows slightly, and No. 5 next to him smiled with interest and looked at the young man who was only in his twenties, while Mohe's brows furrowed a little displeasedly and looked at his teammates. A bit of an angry majesty.
It seemed that Mohe's gaze made the young mid-singer of the Nine Heavens team stagnate for a while. He finally stopped talking, but he still had a somewhat reluctant look on his face.
No. 1, who didn't care about this, laughed:
"It's called—K—isn't it?"
"Yes, very ambitious. Those who were qualified to be called so before you are already considered the top legends in this circle."
indeed.
It is impossible to say whether it is a rule, but in the professional e-sports circle of two generations, there are indeed traces to follow.
From Lee Do-jae to Han Shi-ho's F.
The status and status are especially better than the M of the previous generation of Autumn, the god of support in the world.
And the J from the previous generation in Europe.
All of them are strong men standing at the top of the pyramid.
No. 1 looked at the young man in front of him who was correcting his calling method, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly:
"So, do you want to be next?"
Mo He coldly looked at his mid-single players:
"Zhang Ke."
Calling him by his first name, there was already a stern reprimand in his tone.
At this moment, Zhang Ke seemed to turn a deaf ear to his general manager's reprimand, and stubbornly greeted No. 1's gaze:
"certainly."
"I'm no worse than anyone."
There is a proud self-confidence in his expression:
"As long as you give me a chance, Han Shihao won't be able to sit for long as the world's number one mid laner."
until this sentence.
Finally, the whole room fell silent.
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