On the last night before the London final, the conversation between Lin Feng and Fu Xiao Chenxing was destined to be easily known to outsiders.

The two parties involved in the conversation will also not mention the specific content of the conversation to outsiders at will.

But as a speaker, Fu Xiaochenxing did not hide any of his true feelings at that moment, and expressed his thoughts and decisions extremely frankly.

As an audience member, Lin Feng also understood the meaning of the morning star in Dawn and gave his own recognition.

So although it was just this seemingly peaceful night before the final battle, at the end of this conversation, both of them already knew very clearly what kind of thrilling ups and downs will be held in the final battle field tomorrow.

It was the same night.

In a suite on the upper floor of the hotel, traces of raindrops were dragged in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the night view of London lights in the distance a little unreal, just as it is difficult for anyone to predict and judge the final outcome of tomorrow.

"45%."

"Nearly 50%."

No. 1's voice rang in the room slowly, next to it were four other companions and friends who had been standing side by side for many years, listening silently.

Looking out the window from afar, No. 1's eyes narrowed slightly:

"These guys are competing."

"The training of tacit cooperation and tactical system design, plus the current state level of A Ye and the other four"

"It can be worth 10% of the chance of winning."

When talking about this, No. 1 paused for a moment, and then added the remaining half of the sentence as if it were calm and gentle:

"The other 40%..."

"It all falls on A Xing alone."

Even if it is said from No. 1, the meaning in these words seems a bit sensational, because it almost means that 80% of the team's decisive victory depends only on a specific player in the team. For a team-type e-sports project like League of Legends, it is completely contrary to the argument of personal heroism.

But at this moment, the other four people in the room who heard No. 1's comments seemed to have no objection.

No. 2 nodded slowly and spoke coldly:

"Soldiers vs. military."

"The king meets the king."

"Others can only decide the lower limit of God-the hand."

"A Xing, the mid-lane captain, represents the upper limit of this team."

The corner of the third mouth, which was lazily leaning against the corner of the wall and window, held her hands in front of her chest, curled slightly, but it was rare to have a bit of a faint and cold edge:

"Um."

"Fight against an opponent like SSK"

"It is necessary to put the upper limit to the extreme to be successful."

No. 4 held the golden wire frame on the bridge of his nose, and a look of regret appeared on his face:

"It's a pity that it's just a little bit."

"If A Xing can directly break through the past these days"

"The chances of winning are steadily one or two percent more."

No. 1 smiled and shook his head:

"The impact is not big."

"In this matter, everyone, including A Xing, has already put in enough effort. They have done the best they can do within the theoretical scope. It is not the turn of the old guys who are the ones who are left to worry about him."

No. 5 next to him spoke softly and answered:

"The rest...it's up to A Xing's own."

No. 1 squinted his eyes, stood with his hands behind his back and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. The night view of London's lights reflected in his pupils. The lights were bright and the deep and uncertain, and he spoke calmly and calmly:

"In the past few years, Ah Xing has fought too impurely."

"It is certainly the perfect and ideal captain for the club to take all your responsibilities, but it is not the mentality that a professional mid laner should have."

"It's more pure."

"There should not be any other debris in the focus of the eyes."

"Only look at a higher position."

"Only the opponent who is blocking me."

"In the past few days... or more than half a month, what I want to see is never whether A Xing has improved his personal ability and operation level through training."

"What I want to see is originally his polishing of his mentality."

"This sword was too central and peaceful before."

"It's been too dull."

"If you don't be more harsh, you won't be able to see your sharpness."

The light in No. 3's eyes flashed: "This time, it's almost time for that kid to do it for him."

Yes.

He hid his sword in the sheath for several years, but he was dull and did not show his sharpness.

Once the sheath is broken and it comes out... it will naturally appear cold light. If it is unsheathed, blood will be seen.

Then the final decisive arena of this year's World Finals is the best place to draw the sword, and the world's No. 1 mid laner from the SSK team, the head of the Four Emperors, should be the most ideal and perfect sword sacrifice target.

certainly

There is a prerequisite that cannot be ignored and forgotten.

"That boy named Han" No. 2 frowned suddenly and looked at No. 1.

No. 1 paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head:

"should……"

“It’s not that fast.”

No. 3 glanced over and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are a little unconfident."

No. 1 is silent, and then smiles:

"In theory, I think this judgment is confident enough."

"But... we cannot completely rule out that the so-called "accident" may occur, which is something we could not expect."

...

The same words come from Bullet's mouth.

Although it means that tomorrow is the final battle of this World Finals, it still does not prevent this legend from bringing his newly accepted disciples to the Internet cafe to continue training and teaching as always.

In his spare time, Bullet rarely feels in his mood to say a few more words, and to the girl next to him who listened carefully without blinking his eyes and tell his analysis of tomorrow's battle:

“The outcome is difficult to calculate.”

"The biggest variable is that it falls on the mid laner captains of these two teams."

"This little guy from the God team is quite controllable. He has some amazing things. His future achievements will not be worse than those of our previous generation."

"But the most uncontrollable and unpredictable one is the little devil named Han SSK."

"Whether his breakthrough or not directly determines the end of tomorrow's final."

“This will be the only key to pulling everyone’s attention.”

"but……"

"It's also something that everyone is absolutely speculating and unable to judge."

Tang Bingyao couldn't help but open her eyes:

"Can't you even judge the senior number one?"

The girl's idea is very simple and pure. In her mind, no matter whether it is the new generation or the previous generation, the number one senior who was regarded as the master by Fengzi is definitely the most amazing strong man. Even the master in front of her now is almost inspiring.

So this question also made Bullet pause.

He was not displeased with the girl's thoughts and thoughts that were revealed in her words, because he himself was able to recognize the status of 001.

but

A cold light flashed in Bullet's eyes:

"Yes."

"Even he can't judge."
Chapter completed!