The eSports King’s Crush

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The picture on the big screen is incredibly clear.

Everyone concentrated their attention, watching this wave of tower-crossing killings.

"Mo Nan, it's time to retire!"

The man yelled, and a hammer fell to the ground.

The reserve team members standing there have begun to boil!

Just about to shout "Nice!"

I saw the figure that was supposed to die under the hammer, but at this moment, he drifted and flashed to avoid the fatal blow!

What?

Yu Fei actually missed?

The reserve team members nearby lowered their hands.

The man gritted his teeth and was about to hit him a second time.

But what he didn't expect was that after eating the blood pack, the man threw back his explosive skills.

firstBlood!

first drop of blood!

Suddenly.

The entire screen was traversed by this sound.

It just echoed in the training base,

Has not retreated for a long time.

Everyone paused.

Especially the person who shouted: "Mo Nan, it's time to retire", the hand holding the mouse froze on the table.

The atmosphere at the scene can be imagined.

Those who still wanted to cheer in advance swallowed their voices abruptly.

They looked down at their companions, then turned to look at Mo Nan.

That move just now.

How on earth did that person do it.

Did you predict Yu Fei's landing point in advance?

Or is it just a coincidence?

The manager standing upstairs also had his eyes widened a bit at this time. He couldn't help but hold the railing with one hand and looked down in the direction of Huan Leng.

There was no change on Wan Leng's face. He just put down the coat on his shoulders and walked towards Mo Nan's right side. His voice was neither cold nor hot: "My hand speed is a bit slow."

"I'm unhappy." Mo Nan didn't stand up, just smiled at him, and then threw his hand away, his scornful attitude unchanged.

Huan Leng looked at his little one, and then his eyes fell on his wrist: "What's the extent of your injury now?"

"It's not healed yet. When I recover again, Grandpa Butler said that he is helping me find a way. There will be news in the next few days." Mo Nan said easily: "I should be able to make it in time for the trials."

Huan Leng said "hmm" and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

This scene may seem dazzling to some people.

Even unwilling to do so!

Especially Lin Yufei, who was most promising to become a starting team member, clenched his hands, then looked at Mo Nan, his eyes darkened and shouted: "I'm not convinced!"

Huan Leng glanced sideways.

Mo Nan stopped moving. Before he stood up from the computer, he just looked at the person coming.

Lin Yufei's whole face didn't look that good-looking, and the unique arrogance of youth was clearly revealed at this moment: "Everyone has seen that I am better than Mo Nan in terms of hand speed and fighting style. The first blood just now , it was just a mistake in my judgment, or maybe Mo Nan hit me right, that allowed him to escape my attack. If the position had been better, he would have had no chance of taking the medicine pack, and neither would I. When he died there, he already had no mana. When he got to the competition field, it was no longer about luck and coincidence. Mo Nan’s hand speed was so mediocre that he was even worse than the members of our reserve class F. I don’t accept it!”

"that is!"

"Mo Nan's style of play just now was too ordinary."

"You can't say that. In a duel, whoever gets first blood wins."

"Are we going to fight one-on-one on the field? Can Mo Nan keep up with Team Call and the others with his hand speed? His style of play is too cowardly and not suitable for our team at all."

The discussion came from the fact that in this one-on-one duel, they didn't see anything convincing about Mo Nan.

In addition to the last dodge move, there is something to watch.

The rest are too ordinary.

Why can such people go up there but they can't? !

Everyone thinks they are different.

Or be a god, so that he can't even touch it, and occasionally become the object of his hatred or envy.

Or just stay out of his way.

Because people are like that, they don’t see the good in others.

Otherwise, how can they cover up the fact that they just can't do it?

Incompetent people always talk a lot.

"I apply for another competition!"

Lin Yufei was very confident when he said this.

And this confidence also comes from the support from around me.

"You really can't tell anything from one game."

"Anyway, at this level, if it were me, I wouldn't be convinced."

Mo Nan listened to the noise, took off his headphones, and blocked his eyes with his black forehead: "You can compete in any number of games, one tower, one blood, one white sword. This is what the oldest players have followed since the early days of the game." The rules, we..."

As he said that, he raised his head, his eyes extremely dark: "Are you trying to follow the rules?"

"Don't use rules to pressure me." Lin Yufei sneered: "According to the rules, my sister and I should have been suspended a long time ago. Do you think this is a place where we play house? If you feel uncomfortable, just leave. If you want to come back, , come back, you don’t even have the professional ethics of a professional player, and you want to make our team miserable. What I can’t stand is people like you.”

She called Leng Ning's eyebrows and was about to speak.

Mo Nan held him down with one hand and pressed the table with the other. He slowly stood up and looked into Lin Yufei's eyes, full of black energy: "You thought you just lost one blood, did you?"

"I didn't lose at all! If the time were longer, I would have died!" Lin Yufei narrowed his eyes.

Mo Nan said angrily "Oh" and then raised his eyes: "Please play it back."

Playback?

What replay?

Others are still puzzled.

The mid laner over there had already reacted and made an OK gesture.

"Slow down twice as fast." Mo Nan was no longer the fiery person, and his attitude was surprisingly indifferent: "Let him see."

Everyone knew who he was referring to.

At this moment, Xing Liang said: "No, just cast the screen."

Screen projection, that is to say, public release, anyone can see it?

Mo Nan paused and looked at him.

Huan Leng held his trouser pocket with one hand, his face showing no emotion at all, but what he said shocked everyone: "I'll be the commentator, let's get started."

Commentary?

Call the team to do it?

People haven't finished being shocked yet.

The summoning of coldness has already begun: "From here we can see that the red side is already anxious and wants to get the first blood quickly. The blue side's blood volume is not very healthy. Under normal circumstances, they will choose to eat blood packs. Mo Nan, a professional player and former assassin, would not be unaware of this, but he chose to continue to stand in front of the tower. It can be inferred that he has seen through the blue side's purpose, and not only that , this position is the fastest to replenish troops. We can see that the blue side is eager to kill people and has already spent fifteen times on replenishing troops. He did not notice it himself, nor did he realize that Mo Nan deliberately led him into the tower. , the blue side thought that Mo Nan was out of blue, and when the time came, he jumped forward with his big move, dropped the hammer, and lost his skills. Everything went as Mo Nan planned. He flashed his position, regained his blue health, and then counterattacked with a side attack. , knife number 90."

Here, the reason why Huan Leng can accurately report the number of knives.

It was because he said this that people noticed that even if Mo Nan's hand speed slowed down.

He just can't play assassins anymore. In terms of last-hitting, as a former assassin player, his starting hand speed is faster than theirs. Even if it slows down, he will use time and calculation to make up for it.

A total of 33 dollars.

He has 33 knives more than Lin Yufei.

In other words, even without this counterattack.

If Mo Nan worked hard to make up 10 more dollars, he would be the winner!

What's more, he carefully laid out the plan. After seeing through the opponent, he launched a counterattack without the opponent noticing at all!

The duel rule is one blood, one tower and one hundred knives.

From the beginning, Lin Yufei's only thought was to kill people beautifully.

The more Mo Nan was beaten and unable to fight back, the more powerful he was.

So he didn't notice the number of knives at all, nor did he go to replenish his troops.

Too confident, confident that he is infinitely better than Mo Nan.

After the playback is slowed down.

Mo Nan's precise movements and finishing blows were like slaps in his face.

At this time, Lin Yufei felt that everyone was focusing on him, and a burning feeling was like thorns piercing his back.

Huan Leng stopped to explain: "The support is the bridge between the teams, the eyes that help the adc detect grass, and the assassin's resistance to damage. When the tank is not around, in order to protect the output, he will sacrifice himself. A good support, Every victory in a team fight is not a coincidence. If you want to play by yourself, then you are not suitable to be an assistant. "

Lin Yufei opened his mouth.

Huan Leng glanced sideways: "It's not just this game. It's not suitable to be an assistant for the entire team. The rules can be changed flexibly, but some rules are like a steelyard, and they are followed by so many players. When playing in a duel, , with healing skills, from the moment he uses this method, he is not worthy of being an e-sports player, let alone competing with him. "

This last sentence.

Not only Lin Yufei was shocked.

Even the person who was yelling just now was so stiff that he couldn't speak anymore.

Of course, the manager will not let this atmosphere continue. After all, we will play games together in the future.

He came down from upstairs and said with a smile: "Huan Leng, what you said is too serious. Yu Fei is only a little older, and it is natural to want to take shortcuts. This proves that our assistant is still very smart."

As he said that, he looked at Mo Nan: "It's still as powerful. Huan Leng is right. It hasn't changed. It's still the same Mo Nan. I was wrong."

Mo Nan raised his eyebrows.

The manager stretched out his hand: "Welcome back, this time, I can finally sign."

Mo Nan shook it back and felt nothing special.

The manager also noticed it and wanted to have a good chat later.

The only thing that made Mo Nan feel something was Huan Leng's performance.

He has known him for a short time.

This guy, like his sister, couldn't say a word for a long time.

He said so much just now, you won't ask him to collect money later, right?

After Mo Nan thought of this, he turned his head and glanced at Wan Leng.

Huan Leng paused, turned around and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Mo Nan wiped his sweat and said, "It's nothing. I didn't expect that he would say so much for me."

Huan Leng's voice was light: "I just said what I should say."

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