Glory [e-sports]

A talent like the hidden thief, who snuck around in the dark, really didn’t suit Brother Sleep. Don’t judge based on how he was quiet and liked to sleep in real life, because he was an explosive player in the canyon.

Lying in wait and looking for opportunities didn’t suit him. Core jungler talents that led the rhythm of the game, like the berserker thief and the immortal thief, were the ones that suited him best.

After killing Bai Cai and Yue Wenle in the bottom lane, Asleep immediately rushed to the mid-lane with the elemental shaman’s acceleration totem, taking away Ning Zhehan’s life before Wei Xiao could arrive.

Little Ning’s immortal warlock wasn’t very stable. It had a very high upper limit, but also a very low lower limit. When he was in a good state, he was super amazing, and when he was in a bad state, his performance was super awful.

When going up against Asleep, Ning Zhehan was nervous all the way to the core of his heart, so his state was really average.

By the time Wei Xiao arrived at the mid-lane, Little Ning was already long gone. The wind thief and the elemental shaman were fearlessly clearing out the lane soldiers.

Wei Xiao: “Ying.”

Everyone in the team thought Wei Xiao was acting spoiled towards the captain, but unexpectedly, his next sentence was, “Brother Cai~”

Brother Cai: “!” F*ck, Little Lunatic Wei, don’t mess around with me.

Wei Xiao: “FTW needs you.”

Only then did Bai Cai let out a breath of relief. For better or worse, this beast hadn’t come up with a ‘I need you’.

As it turned out, Brother Cai’s breath of relief had come too soon. Wei Xiao’s next sentence was, “You can’t only have me in your eyes.”

Bai Cai: “……………………”

I’m not, I didn’t, Captain, listen to me explain!

System Announcement––

FTW.Close killed 3U.Dragon.

Xuan Long: “Ahhhhh, I can’t hold on anymore, you guys need to hurry up and take control of the pace!”

Brother Cai was just as scared as Brother Long; it was over, he kept having the feeling that while Xuan Long died in the canyon, the one who’d died in society would be the vegetable stalk that was him!

This was a tough game for FTW.

Not to mention the experts; even the fans could see it.

“Our FTW has quite a lot of problems.”

“Although this sense of problematic places has lessened ever since Quiet joined the team, it’s still there.”

“It wasn’t obvious when they played a game that was to their advantage, but once they’re targeted and bitten at, their weaknesses are evident.”

This was also a concern that the FTW coaching team had.

Why had Chen Feng hoped that they wouldn’t draw 3U in the semi-finals? It was because the combination of Asleep and Cong Yi was a godly level restraint against FTW’s weaknesses.

Wei Xiao and Lu Feng had no problems with their cooperation. Close didn’t need to cooperate as much with his teammates after going to the top lane, so that feeling of disjointedness that had troubled FTW for a long time had lessened a lot.

Additionally, Wei Xiao was a little expert at driving the pace and could lead his own rhythm until they were all flying, covering up their weaknesses even more tightly.

They’d covered it up, but it wasn’t eradicated.

During this time, Yue Wenle’s growth had been visible to the naked eye. As a coach, Chen Feng could see this more clearly than anyone else.

How to make a team of five players well-integrated and harmonious as a whole was the most important topic at hand.

Wei Xiao was working hard, and Chen Feng was trying his best to cooperate with him. At the same time, he was looking forward to seeing the results.

Asleep and Cong Yi ganked FTW’s mid and bottom lanes until they exploded.

Wei Xiao was always half a beat late. This was the advantage of having an immortal level support.

As soon as Cong Yi sensed Wei Xiao’s position, Asleep would immediately head in another direction and attack another lane.

Although everyone was clear in their hearts about not messing with Close, there were still three places to mess around in between the mid lane, bottom lane, and jungle zones, while Wei Xiao was only one person.

There were solutions to this problem.

One would be to have Brother Cai follow Wei Xiao around. Brother Cai could provide a wave of anti-reconnaissance and directly gank Asleep until he collapsed.

Another plan would be to have Brother Cai and Yue Wenle hole up against Asleep’s frenzied assaults, waiting until Wei Xiao could arrive to provide support and counter attack.

The former was simple. Brother Cai and Wei Xiao’s cooperation was absolutely enough for them to pressure Asleep and Cong Yi to death.

However, Wei Xiao didn’t want to do this.

He would rather use a small defeat in one of the matches of their game in exchange for Bai Cai and Yue Wenle’s growth.

No special training was more effective than training during a real competition.

If FTW lost to 3U here, then it meant that they didn’t have the strength to make claims on the championship title.

Instead of covering up the problem, it was better to tear it open directly, exposing themselves bloodily under the sun so that they could accelerate the healing process!

Wei Xiao had discussed this with Lu Feng prior to the competition.

Or, it could be said that Wei Xiao had to talk to his boyfriend about all matters, even those only as big as a sesame seed.

Especially after they banned sex; without the bout of exercise before sleeping, Wei Xiao might die if he didn’t talk.

Lu Feng didn’t talk much, but he was a great listener, and he liked to listen.

Wei Xiao spoke to him about the situation in the team, talked to him about Little Ning, about Brother Cai, and about Yue Wenle. He would even talk about himself.

It had to be admitted that Wei Xiao had a pair of extremely sharp eyes and insight that went far beyond his current age.

He was accurate when judging people, and he was very clear about reading people.

What was even rarer was that he always had a belly full of ‘wonderful’ moves.

Initially, Lu Feng was focused on his voice, listening to his light tone and watching his attractive appearance. Later on… the more he listened, the more serious he became.

Wei Xiao’s personal experience had let Lu Feng sense something––

A person who could cooperate with others really had to pay out a lot behind the scenes.

How was it some sort of affinity that went against the heavens?

How was it an innate insight?

Wasn’t it that he saw a lot, thought a lot, and tried to learn a lot?

Wei Xiao asked Lu Feng, “Is it okay if I let it go when Asleep and Cong Yi go to gank the bottom lane?”

Lu Feng understood what he was trying to say. “Aren’t you afraid that their mentality will collapse?”

Wei Xiao’s eyes curved. “Captain, you’re underestimating them.”

At the time, Lu Feng had been stunned for a moment.

––It wasn’t that he underestimated them. It was that he didn’t trust them.

Perhaps this was the difference between him and Wei Xiao.

The longer the game dragged on, the higher Asleep’s farm became. His equipment became better, and his state had also reached the peak. He became even crazier when he went to gank his opponents.

Even without mentioning Ning Zhehan in the mid-lane, the bottom lane with Yue Wenle and Bai Cai had already become a disaster zone.

Brother Cai had sweat all over his forehead as Yue Wenle became more and more eager to fight.

After dying three times in a row, Brother Cai couldn’t hold back anymore. “Old Yue, you… f*ck!”

He hadn’t yet finished his words when the elemental shaman’s totem inserted itself by Yue Wenle’s body. Yue Wenle didn’t retreat. Instead, he used a set of skills and threw them into Asleep’s face like his life depended on it.

Brother Cai was anxious enough to die. “I can’t heal you!”

Yue Wenle’s health plummeted sharply as Asleep instantly attacked him until he was seriously injured.

Bai Cai had never felt that the holy priest was so powerless before. He’d played the holy priest for years, but this was the first time he’d felt that Glory’s super healer didn’t have enough heals!

He’d already tossed out all his skills, giving out both shields and healing, but he was unable to keep Yue Wenle alive.

The two of them fell again, and Brother Cai exploded, “Can’t you hide when you see Asleep…”

Wei Xiao interrupted his words, “Not bad, Old Yue. If there hadn’t been a difference in farm just now, Asleep would be nothing but a soul beneath your arrows.”

Bai Cai fell into a daze.

Wei Xiao continued, “Don’t panic! Wait until our Brother Le starts rising up. By then, ten Asleeps wouldn’t be enough for you to shoot down.”

The data on the farm panel was displayed very clearly.

The Yue Wenle who’d died so many times was a full 3000 gold behind Asleep in farm.

That was equivalent to half of a fully finished piece of equipment.

A fully finished piece of equipment added a stunning amount of stats to a hero. Yue Wenle was able to seriously hurt Asleep despite such a wide gap, which was enough to show how delicate and detailed he’d been with his micro-operations.

Bai Cai’s palms were sweaty, and the expression on his face grew somber for once.

As a person who’d gotten used to being a salted fish, he’d already forgotten how to fight hard.

He’d constantly been complaining about Yue Wenle, always feeling that he was reckless, and that he’d lost his mind. He felt that he didn’t retreat when he should.

But Yue Wenle had already done the most he could. If he’d only helped him control Asleep and Cong Yi a little more or had a little bit more healing or helped him take even a little of the damage, the situation wouldn’t be like how it was now.

It was very likely that Yue Wenle would’ve been able to counterattack and kill Asleep and Cong Yi despite a 3000 gold difference in farm!

The sweat on Bai Cai’s forehead slid down, and he felt the importance of his position for the first time.

This was a game where FTW was unable to turn the tables.

There were indeed some ways to target the great demon king.

It was impossible for a fair e-sports game not to have a system of balance and restraints. Otherwise, FTW wouldn’t have been on the decline for three full years.

The easiest way to restrain Close was for the other side to snowball their farm.

The results of Asleep and Cong Yi’s frenzied slaughter was this: Asleep’s farm was far higher than Close’s.

During the first half the game, they were unable to catch and kill Close, but towards the middle and later stages of the game, Asleep, Cong Yi, and Xuan Long surrounded Close to take him down. Let alone Close, even an immortal wouldn’t have been able to escape.

Even if your two fists could fight against four hands, it was still difficult to win against six hands.

Defeat!

FTW lost the second match of the BO5.

There were sounds of cheering, encouragement, and discussion throughout the arena.

Some of the fans were in a panic, “It’s over, it’s over, how can FTW overcome this hurdle?”

“F*ck, I’m flustered. FTW can’t lose!”

“If they lose today, will the great demon king have to fight on his own again this season? QAQ.”

“No, no, no, FTW will definitely rush their way into the global finals this year.”

Of course, there were also some rational fans. “What the hell are you howling for? There is no such thing as a team without any weaknesses.”

“If there’s a problem, then fix it. Regardless of whether it’s Little Ning or Yue Wenle, both of them are still young. Can’t you give them some time?”

“I think it’s great. In the past, FTW used to only rely on Close, and recently, they started to become a little reliant on Quiet. Please, this is a team game. All five people should stand up on their own, okay!”

“That’s right! What we want is to see five gods in FTW, not just the great demon king on his own!”