Entered the European server a week ago.

Score all the way.

From Diamond to the strongest king, from the bottom of the king's list, it continues to move forward like a broken bamboo.

From two hundred to the top 100, from the top 100 to the top 50 to the top 30.

Then we will enter the top ten of the King's Group tonight.

After all the efforts and efforts over this period, as much dazzling light exists in front of you, as much unknown efforts and hard work are behind you.

However, all this is just to launch a chic and decisive challenge to the terrifying and mysterious existence hovering like a shadow over the entire European professional e-sports circle.

Even though Lin Feng had made mental preparations in advance, he still never thought about it...

The ending of defeat will come so quickly.

So realistic and cruel.

It was as if he had tried his best to rush forward, and finally hit the extremely cold and hard iron plate, and was hit with a bruised nose and swollen face and staggered back.

Subconsciously raised his head and saw a towering peak that was out of reach.

It was a cold and thin figure that seemed to need to make the entire world professional e-sports circle look up to the mountains, standing with his hands on the top of the mountain.

There is no need to be any luck.

Even though it was just through the qualifying match, Lin Feng was able to understand such a fact very clearly

Now I am.

Not the opponent of this strongest European player in the past generation.

Lin Feng's eyes fell slightly:

(gap……)

(Large.)

...

Taipei, Assassination Team Club Training Base.

Nian Shisan, who was nestled in front of a computer screen in the training room, looked ugly.

He did not play the mid laner position himself, but as one of the seven kings of the world today, his vision and judgment are enough to make him confirm something.

That horrible existence called crowd...

In terms of mid-lane strength, perhaps even ranked third and fourth among the Four Emperors, Tunon and Phoenix.

It is said that the gap in strength between the Seven Kings and the Four Emperors is not too great, but that is only for the two best among the Seven Kings and the two ranked lower in the Four Emperors.

But when the strength level reaches the level of autumn or f-Han Shihao...

Such an existence is completely incomparable to the Seven Kings.

The current crow is also a strong man of this level. In other words, although someone's strength may have stepped back to the edge of the Four Emperors, he faced the "crow" whose strength is no less than Han Shihao's.

Still, there is almost no chance of winning!

...

In Shanghai, a small private room of a certain Internet cafe in the Magic City.

Tang Bingyao, Zeng Rui and Zhang Hao made an appointment to gather here. The three of them turned on a computer screen and were watching the European server observing the beautiful female anchor Luo Ying on Douyu TV.

Zeng Rui's expression seemed extremely heavy:

"The opponent is too strong."

"The middle lane is facing each other, Fengzi's mid-lane spring is pressed and beaten by the crowd's shadow stream Lord from almost to the end."

"Fengzi can't take any advantage in personal operational capabilities."

"But when it comes to roaming support and mid- and late team battles... it seems that the crowd is still more experienced and handles the rhythm more perfectly!"

After a pause, Zeng Rui couldn't help but a trace of shock flashed in his eyes:

"I didn't expect..."

"In addition to the F, the leader of the Four Emperors, there are also such top mid laners in the e-sports circle with the same level!"

Zhang Hao, who was standing beside him, was also stunned and murmured subconsciously:

"This...is really called 'god level' right?"

"The ability index in all aspects is almost perfect. If this kind of a god-like mid-lane opponent may not be able to win even if he makes F... can Fengzi beat it?"

Zeng Rui was stunned by the question.

Then his brows frowned tightly. With his strength, he could not make any predictions or judgments about such problems.

Tang Bingyao, who was also sitting next to her chair, pursed her lips vigorously, and her hands on her knees couldn't help but clenched into small fists because of her nervousness.

(Fengzi's words...)

(OK!)

(It must be, there must be no problem!)

...

The atmosphere in the bedroom room at home is very quiet.

Without rushing to continue to start his next solo game, Lin Feng lowered his head and quietly wondered what he was thinking about.

[You can beat it or not, you have to know it after you beat it.]

In the past, this was a catchphrase that he often spoke.

But this time it's different.

this time……

It's already been beaten.

Then the reality was extremely cruel and clearly presented to him, as if an extremely cold and emotional voice told him in his ear that he was not the opponent of that person.

It's unbeatable.

At least he can't match now.

Lin Feng rarely encountered such a situation, but this time he really encountered it, a somewhat confused question appeared before his eyes.

If you can't beat it, what should you do?

His eyes drooped, and Lin Feng looked at the ground beneath his feet in vain.

The bedroom door behind him was gently pushed open a crack from the outside. Su Xue, who was worried about the situation here, carefully leaned in outside and looked at Lin Feng on the computer desk. Looking at someone sitting quietly in the seat, Su Xue showed a little worried expression on her face, and she wanted to speak, but in the end she still tried to close the door gently.

The tranced Lin Feng did not notice the movement behind him.

His thoughts suddenly became a little erratic.

Because such a scene seems to be no stranger to him at this moment.

then……

When he, Fatty, Aqiu, Amo and Eleven finally made it to the World Finals of the S1 season, he lost several training matches with European and American teams in the first few games, and his performance was extremely bad, which also made everyone in the team at that time feel extremely depressed and depressed.

At that time...

How did they cheer up again?

Lin Feng's thoughts were slightly dazed, trying hard to recall the scenes of the past and find the answer from the deepest part of his memory.

Then, an extremely familiar and beautiful and delicate figure appeared in my mind, accompanied by an equally familiar and pleasant voice suddenly rang out in my mind:

"Big idiot."

"I just lost a few training matches, so what?"

"You can lose the game, but you must never lose your confidence in yourself!"

"Can't beat it?"

"Then continue to fight until you can beat it!"

An extremely clear and pleasant sound.

With a sense of decisiveness and determination as a matter of course.

In an instant, Lin Feng, who was sitting in the seat in front of the computer, shook slightly.

Then he took a deep breath.

Then slowly expel the turbid air.

He raised his head, the flames of fighting spirit in Lin Feng's eyes had already begun to burn and beat again. His eyes swept across the game interface of the computer screen and he saw a friend pop-up to add an application.

The one who sent the application was obviously crowd.

The mobile mouse control selects verification. The friend ID avatar of the crowd appears on the friend list, and the status is showing as "Idle".
To be continued...