On May 30th, the European championships began. There was no doubting which teams were fighting for first place––Y1 and EVE.

Xiang Liu directly opened up a meeting room, and L&P and FTW’s starters went to watch the game together after their training matches. It was a very lively scene.

Yan Jiang and Xie He were old rivals, and these two teams had played against each other countless times.

It wasn’t obvious who had the upper hand, and it really depended on how they developed in the game.

Fans in Europe were shouting excitedly, waves of sound rising and falling. The level of excitement they held for the game was akin to watching a football game.

When Y1 appeared on the stage, the camera gave Yan Jiang a fixed shot. This unsmiling man didn’t even look at the camera, walking on stage coldly, and sitting down coldly. It was as though he wasn’t participating in the finals for their competition zone, but rather playing a game in the training room at their base.

Yuan Ze: “There’s really no one who can match God Yan’s mentality.”

There was more mockery in his tone than respect.

He was once their captain, but was now addressed as God Yan. There were a whole lot of subtle emotions hidden in between the lines.

The EVE Players came out after that.

Europeans were generally tall. EVE’s top-laner was 1.9 meters tall, and he looked like a gym coach in the team uniform with his burly figure. Their jungler, support, and marksmen were all over 1.85 meters tall, and their support was a two hundred pound fat brother who looked like a mountain standing beside Xie He.

This sudden drop in height in their formation had initially led to laughter in the arena when they first appeared.

Now…

The venue burst out into explosive cheers as soon as this 1.7 meter Xie He came up onto the stage.

Did height matter? Their God Xie’s aura was 2.8 meters tall!

Wei Xiao quite admired Xie He. It was really difficult for a Chinese player to gain such popularity in Europe.

He wouldn’t have been able to defeat that deadly prejudice without absolute strength that went against the heavens.

Xie He had to put out far more effort than an ordinary player, using days and nights of hard work and effort in order to garner such amazing cheers.

The BP segment went by quickly, with both coaches standing behind their respective star players.

Yan Jiang and Xie He remained silent the whole time, saying nothing and making people wonder about how they communicated with their team.

Actually, those who were familiar with them already knew that there wasn’t any need for them to say anything. One of them was a support king, and the other was a mage king, and their line-ups were completely dependent on their teammates and their enemies.

They were able to play out explosive results no matter what the coaches gave them; this was the strength that belonged to the Team of Gods.

They weren’t all-rounder kings who could play all professions, but they were all-rounder kings within their own positions.

Rather than having broad but unrefined ability, it was better to strive for excellence!

Xie He displayed the strength of a real mage king in the first match, performing so well that he made Ning Zhehan and VIVI fall into a daze.

Every position in Glory was important. As long as they wanted to perform, as long as they had the strength, it was possible to fly up.

Xie He’s linkage across the whole map made people’s blood boil from watching it.

After clearing out a wave of lane soldiers, he went to the top lane to provide support, forcing Y1’s top-laner to be seriously injured even if he didn’t die. He launched another assault when he returned to the mid-laner, forcing Y1’s mid-laner to retreat. When he sensed that there was movement in the jungle zone, he calculated their vision accurately and slipped away, long gone even before Y1 had made their move.

However, the bottom lane… he didn’t go there because Yan Jiang was there.

Reasonably speaking, they should gank the marksman until they had no way to develop in the early stages, but Xie He understood Yan Jiang too well. He’d remained in the bottom lane just to lure him over.

As soon as EVE’s focus shifted there, the group fighting machine Yan Jiang would be able to beat them back into seclusion.

This confrontation between old opponents was really brilliant.

The laymen were just watching the excitement, but those who were insiders really saw much more.

FTW’s large conference room was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping would be able to be heard.

No one spoke, and they wished they didn’t even have to blink, afraid to miss out on a single glorious moment.

EVE won the first game thanks to Xie He’s multi-directional assault.

Don’t judge based on how Y1 had lost; everyone understood in their hearts that Yan Jiang warmed up slowly. Or, it could be said that the whole of Y1 was slow to warm up.

They didn’t have a ‘high impact’ player like Xie He on their team, and it took time for them to get into the right state.

When they encountered weak teams, they would basically be ready halfway through the first match. But when they were up against their old counterpart EVE, Xie He, who deeply understood their situation, would never give them the time they needed to ‘wake up’.

Winning one match was better than nothing. Whoever took that lightly would be stupid.

The atmosphere in the entire canyon was different for the second match.

Xie He was still attacking everywhere, but his success rate had already dropped sharply.

The state of the four people in Y1 had already been mobilized. During the middle and later period, as Yan Jiang teamed up with any of the players in any position, EVE began to find themselves in a tight spot.

Wei Xiao whispered to Brother Cai, “Do you see that?”

Brother Cai was seeing too much, and his vision was dazzled!

Wei Xiao reminded him, “Vision!”

Bai Cai nodded. “It’s very tricky.”

Wei Xiao: “There’s a lot to learn from. We’ll go over the replay later.”

Bai Cai said seriously, “Yes!”

Regardless of whether it was Eve or Y1.

Although they each had their own pillars, the other four players from each team were also strong players in their own right.

Ordinary players might not even be able to keep up with Xie He’s support. Let alone achieving a good effect, accidentally sending Xie He off to his death would be a standard occurrence.

The vision Yan Jiang provided was tricky and precise, but if Y1’s four people didn’t have enough game awareness, they may not notice it at all and miss out on those fleeting opportunities.

There was no doubt that both teams were teams that had already trained up to a certain extent and had a lot of experience under their belts.

Yan Jiang and Xie He’s so-called exceptional playing was labelled as such because they drove their team’s rhythm, like a strong stabilizing force or a wind vane that could provide enough information to help their teammates.

Y1 won the second match.

The third match was more frenetic. The ten players who’d now fully warmed up performed well across the whole game, giving the fans the ultimate viewing experience. Their hearts trembled from the players’ operations, and there was endless shouting echoing in their ears.

Y1 was at full power. Their top-laner, mid-laner, jungler, and marksman all showed wonderful operations, the type that could be cut out and put in the yearly collection of top plays.

Yuan Ze tsked.

Lu Feng watched quietly.

Although neither of them said anything, varying degrees of heat could be seen in their eyes.

Wei Xiao and Yan Jiang had teamed up together briefly, and he could vaguely sense a bit of it.

As teammates, God Yan was really a rare existence who could provide support with no sense of dissonance. He could predict his enemies as well as his teammates, and there was no need to say too much. He made things happen smoothly and was really worthy of being a treasure in the Glory circle.

But saying such a thing didn’t belittle the level of Y1’s players. Instead, it added another degree of recognition.

Those who were worthy of God Yan were doomed to never be crappy or inexperienced.

Y1 won the third match.

Yan Jiang and Xie He didn’t appear for the trash talk segment that took place during the half-time break.

Y1’s mid-laner came out to say his piece, and EVE’s jungler came up to antagonize him back.

The subtitle translations were very matter-of-fact which made them inexplicably funny.

In the fourth match, EVE started playing an even more extreme play style.

EVE had always been an absolute mid-laner core team, but that intensified even further now. All of their farm piled up on Xie He, and Xie He moved around with four players supporting him everywhere.

They would either avoid fighting, or stir things up in a big way.

This game took a full 40 minutes, and the last group fight was won after Xie He’s six beams of magic stabbed Y1’s marksman to death from the furthest possible distance!

2:2, an even score!

They finally reached the battle of freedom.

Everyone who’d come to the scene felt that they’d really gotten their money’s worth with the ticket price. The fans stood up excitedly, looking forward to seeing today’s winner.

Y1 had been the champion for last year’s global finals, but EVE had been the European champion.

This year, would it be EVE successfully defending their title, or would Y1 win the crown?

It would all depend on this last battle.

Wei Xiao spoke up suddenly, “How about making a bet on it.”

Yuan Ze was always up for it. “What’s the bet.”

Wei Xiao: “Let’s first talk about our thoughts first. What kind of bet can we make if we think the same way?”

Yuan Ze: “You speak first. I’m sure my thoughts will be different from yours.”

Wei Xiao: “Then aren’t you definitely going to lose?”

Yuan Ze: “If I lose to you, I’m…” Willing.

Lu Feng: “Y1.” He directly interrupted Scum Man Yuan’s coquettish words.

Wei Xiao immediately looked at Lu Feng and smiled sweetly. “The captain and I have a heart to heart connection!”

Yuan Ze: “……” He suddenly didn’t want to bet anymore!

Wei Xiao looked at him again. “How about it? Are you rooting for EVE?”

Yuan Ze: “……”

Lu Feng’s eyelids lifted up slightly. “Don’t talk big if you can’t afford to lose.”

This smell of vinegar was strong enough to reach the skies!

Yuan Ze’s tone was grumpy, “EVE!” Even if he felt that Old Xie’s win wasn’t very certain for this round.

Wei Xiao confirmed it. “We’re betting on Y1, and Captain Yuan is betting on EVE. Everyone can stand witness.”

Gary wanted to speak but hesitated.

Yuan Ze stared at him, and Silly Big G shut up.

Yuan Ze: “What’s the bet?”

Wei Xiao naturally had something planned. “How about Captain Yuan making an appointment for a training match with TPT for us if we win?”

Yuan Ze: “……”

Stinky brat, you really make the best use of everything!

To some extent, L&P was very similar to FTW. They both had big daddies in their top lane, were both jungler cores, and even VIVI was similar to Little Ning.

It wasn’t convenient for FTW to go and ask TPT, but L&P could, and TPT wouldn’t refuse them.

Yuan Ze agreed.

Wei Xiao: “Alright, let’s watch the game!”

Yuan Ze’s head was covered with question marks. “You’re not going to ask me?”

Antagonistic Lu came online, “No need, you’ll definitely lose.”

Yuan Ze: “……………………”

These stinky brats, they’ve really grown hard wings!

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The captain looks on with a dangerous gaze.