Glory [e-sports]

It turned out that the most terrible thing wasn’t having the healer snatch kills and farm. The most terrible thing was losing their last hits to his basic attack.

It didn’t matter if it was a kill or a lane soldier, a jungle creep or even an ancient creature.

It didn’t matter if it was the death knight or the shadow thief or the hunter or…

Oh, God Xie was really worthy of being God Xie.

The immortal warlock was the only man who had the same farm as the holy priest in the whole canyon, and there wasn’t much difference in their kill counts.

The game was over in 30 minutes.

There was no doubting this victory.

But… this way of winning made them want to go into seclusion more than if they’d lost!

What kind of damned support was this!

Like hell was it support, he was f*cking more like a c-position than a real c-position!

The old fans in the scrolling comments were very calm. “I thought that the great demon king would be a bit more discreet in the professional server.”

“As it turns out, as long as it’s a random team, the great demon king is completely able to play one against nine.”

“Not to mention when God Xie is a teammate.”

“Tsk, there are knives in this sugar!”

“Wake up, it’s clearly some sugar on this knife.”

It was a random team, so exiting out of the settlement interface also meant leaving the game room.

Wei Xiao paused for a moment, then praised his boyfriend, “Amazing.”

When he placed himself in the other players’ position, he felt a lot of heartache for Asleep, but… the captain was handsome no matter what he did, and he was amazing no matter what he did, and he was peerlessly strong no matter what he played with.

Lu Feng lifted his head to look at him. “Double queue?”

Wei Xiao’s eyes lit up. “Okay!”

After that, there was a very large double-standards scene in the live broadcast room.

Lu Feng and Wei Xiao double queued. After entering the game, one of them was on the fifth floor, and it was a position where they couldn’t pick their talent.

Wei Xiao rubbed their hands. “I’ll play support for you!”

Lu Feng: “No need. I’ll do it.”

Wei Xiao: “!”

Seriously, the holy priest from the last game was too poisonous. Wei Xiao was afraid that it would affect the husband and husband relationship between the two of them if his captain really used it again.

Lu Feng looked at him, and the corners of his lips curved up slightly. “Don’t be scared.”

Wei Xiao: “…………”

Forget it, forget it. Dying under the captain’s smile meant that he would be popular even as a ghost!

Wei Xiao watched on as Lu Feng picked the holy priest again.

He gritted his teeth and set his shadow thief’s equipment purchasing set-up to buy tank gear.

It was alright, he would use the shadow thief to support his captain’s holy priest.

As it turned out, Wei Xiao had overthought things.

The poisonous holy priest from the last game was now so normal that he didn’t seem right during this game.

Snatching jungle creeps? He didn’t do so.

Taking kills? It never happened.

Buying equipment for critical attack, attack speed, high DPS? What are you thinking? It was a gentle holy priest with a full suite of support gear.

The scrolling comments sent out more strings of ellipsis than when they’d been sending out ‘heartache for Sleep God’.

Damn!

Who would’ve dared to think that the high and lofty, cold faced great demon king would actually become known for having double standards?!

Who said that his support was damned?

Who said that his support was poisonous?

Wasn’t he playing very normally?

His healing and control were all on point, protecting the shadow thief like a little baby.

He gave up on all farm, gave shields, and cherished the jungler king in the palm of his hand.

The audience in the scrolling comments couldn’t watch on. “Close, blink if Brother Cai has taken over your body,!”

“I’m a straight man, but I can feel myself getting cavities.”

The CP shipping sisters: “So sweet, so sweet, so sweet, it’s so sweet I’m going crazy, this old lady can eat this sugar for 100 years!”

During one hour of live streaming, the two games that were played formed a very sharp contrast.

The fans were just excited and felt that their cooperation was seamless, and this CP was a perfect match.

But several people who were familiar with the inside situation were in a complicated mood.

Chen Feng’s eyes were red.

Tang Chen was very pleased. “This is great.”

Yuan Ze, who was far away in North America, was still sleeping when Kim Sung-hyun called him.

Yuan Ze’s grumpiness at being woken up was shocking. “F*ck your mother, Kim Sung-hyun.”

Kim Sung-hyun: “Let my mother off and come for me.”

Yuan Ze: “……….. Get lost!”

Kim Sung-hyun sent him a file. “Quickly take a look at this.”

When did Old Shit Yuan ever have to see the sun at eight in the morning? He was swearing and cursing after he received the file. “If you woke me up for something as unimportant as a fart, then I’ll take a flight to Korea to get you…”

Kim Sung-hyun: “Watch it if you want to.” He hung up the phone with a beep.

Yuan Ze had only slept for three hours. His head felt dizzy and swollen from the lack of sleep.

He lit a cigarette and opened the video.

In one segment of the live broadcast video, Quiet ran into Xie He during solo queue.

Yuan Ze’s eyelids drooped. “Damn it.”

Proud Flower Kim was just asking to be scolded, this was such a small thing…

Then, he saw Close show up on camera and take over the holy priest.

Yuan Ze: “……”

Kim Sung-hyun wasn’t asking to be scolded, he was asking to be screwed over!

Was Laozi losing sleep to watch this kind of damned thing?!

He cursed fiercely in his heart, but his hand was very honest. Yuan Ze finished watching Close’s ‘poison’ priest expressionlessly and got ready to flame Kim Sung-hyun.

Lu Feng’s voice rang out. “Double queue?”

Wei Xiao’s black eyes blinked. “Okay!”

The next game in the video woke Yuan Ze up.

He was already numb to Close’s cursed support, and it was nothing new.

But he’d really never seen Close playing support normally before…

After watching the whole video, all of Yuan Ze’s anger was gone.

He kicked his feet into his slippers and went out to the balcony. He took a few hard pulls from his cigarette.

Close’s support was no good.

Outsiders didn’t understand, but the Team of Gods was very clear about it.

He didn’t play like that on purpose; it all happened unconsciously.

Getting the last hit, dealing damage, carrying the whole scene. He had to have the feeling of holding the game in his own hands.

This was a side effect of absolute control.

At first, Yuan Ze had thought that Close was deliberately messing with them.

Later on, they learned why.

It was the team’s psychological counselor who’d come up with the answer, “Close can’t trust his teammates.”

Because he didn’t trust them, he had to master the rhythm himself.

Because he didn’t trust them, he could only strengthen himself.

It was also because he couldn’t trust them that he had to hold everything up on his own.

It wasn’t obvious when he used thieves, since this was a profession that required farm, showing off operations, and leading the rhythm of the game.

Combined with Yan Jiang’s ability to integrate, Close performed very well in 5v5.

No one realized his fatal problem.

But once he changed to playing support, this well-hidden insecurity would be fully exposed.

A support player required teammates, and it needed the ability to offer and receive trust, being willing to give and cooperate.

Close didn’t trust others, couldn’t leave things to others, and couldn’t cooperate.

He was a lone wolf in the canyon.

It was his own fight.

Yuan Ze bowed his head and sent Wei Xiao a message, “Close’s shoulder doesn’t only need medical physiotherapy.”

At this time, Wei Xiao was playing in a training match. His cell phone was on silent, and he didn’t see the message.

After that, Chen Feng came in with a soul-sucking poster in his hands. He had even less time to go look at his cell phone.

Chen Feng pasted the poster up onto the glass panel, and the flattened picture made everyone suck in breaths of cold air.

What was a fantastical, hellish doctrine?

Just looking at this Cthulhu-style poster was enough to let you get a sense for step one, two, and three.

The poster went up, and the three little ones in the training room went crazy. Coach Chen opened his mouth, “The competition rules for this year’s global competition have been released.”

As soon as this came out, everyone held their breath.

The game, Glory, had lasted for so many years, but it hadn’t remained static.

From the initial exploratory stages to the present maturity, the competition committee had experienced many bumps and turns along the way.

Last year’s global competition first consisted of a round robin, then elimination matches that culminated in the finals.

It had been said at the beginning of the year that this year’s global games would be more stimulating, and there were different opinions on exactly how things would change.

Now, the news was out.

Chen Feng: “First of all, I’ll share the good news. This year’s Glory global competition will be held in China.”

The four little ones, including salted fish Brother Cai, all exclaimed in surprise.

Ning Zhehan even flushed with excitement.

Chen Feng continued expressionlessly, “The bad news is that in this year’s global competition, the China competition zone only has one spot.”

The training room fell silent instantly.

Last year, the China competition zone had three spots, and the top three from China had been able to enter the competition.

This year…

Chen Feng continued, “It’s been three years. The brilliance left from the Team of Gods in the Chinese division has already faded away. This year, our competition zone has been classified as Class C.”

In a Class C competition zone, only the division champions could enter the global competition.

The three year slump their competition zone had experienced had led to their seed team quota being reduced to one.

If the China competition zone still couldn’t achieve results this year, then the scene next year would be too terrible to imagine.

Originally, it was a very joyful thing to have China host the global competition.

Unfortunately, at this time, it inexplicably brought with it a sense of irony.

It was their home battle. If their results were poor, then wasn’t it…

Chen Feng tossed out another heavy bomb. “The round robin qualifying round has been cancelled in this year’s global competition. The teams will go straight into the elimination matches.”

The training room: “!!!”

What did that mean?

This meant that all teams only had one chance.

Either win or be eliminated!