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Chapter 48 is no less difficult than the Chinese national football team qualifying for the World Cup
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"Blast's performance in the Autumn Finals was really impressive, wasn't it? A 1.52 rating on three maps against the world's sixth-ranked team, Col, in the early morning – isn't that enough?"
"Furthermore, since CS2, we've only played three best-of-three series, and a small group of people have already started concluding that we were just average in CS2!"
"I think you've truly forgotten the title of 'Chosen One'!"
Seeing the barrage of negative comments about Zaiwu, even those who weren't die-hard fans of Zaiwu couldn't stand it anymore.
"Alright guys, let's get back to the main topic. TyLoo's team is all set and ready. The first round of the battle against Monte is about to begin."
Wanji pushed up his glasses, looked at the lineups and opposing teams on the screen, and frowned.
"Brothers, let's be reasonable." The man playing with the machine crossed his arms and began his analysis: "As a Chinese person, I absolutely and unconditionally support Kunkun and Tianlu."
"but!"
The conversation shifted abruptly, "The gap in strength between the two sides on paper is difficult to overcome even in a best-of-one match."
"Europe's tactical system is different from Asia's; it's more systematic and detailed."
"Their default map control, coordinated follow-up shots, and item coverage are on a completely different level from our Asian teams!"
"KunKun's marksmanship is indeed excellent, but can he hold his own against a three-dimensional encirclement of four or even five European gunmen? As long as Monte shuts down the White Road point, Tianlu's defenses will definitely crumble at the first touch!"
He took a sip of water while playing with the machine and made a pessimistic conclusion:
"If they can get more than five points this round, then TyLoo will be awesome. Win? That's fucking difficult!"
The comments section was flooded with messages.
[Honor!]
【send!】
【question!】
[I forgot the beginning, I forgot the middle, I forgot the end, Rong!]
[Heaven is the "Heaven" in "Heavenly Blessing," and Blessing is the road home!]
……
Ma Xixi's live stream.
"Coach Ah Zhong is sitting in the back; his chair is very comfortable."
Pointing to the cramped competition room against a green background in the picture, Ma Xixi couldn't help but say:
"I've never sat on a stool like this when I was a coach. Isn't this a bar stool?"
"It's a bar stool," Mo chimed in with a laugh.
He knows this stool very well.
"According to the rules, analyst Lao Jiu is not allowed to enter the soundproof room for the competition. He should have been doing his analysis homework before the competition."
After briefly reading through some of the comments and observing the scene, Ma Xixi suddenly asked Mo, "Mo, what do you think of this?"
"First of all, I'll definitely stay home and watch."
Mo made a joke and then said:
"Secondly, I'm not very optimistic about TyLoo. I don't know if you noticed, XiXi, but the director just scanned TyLoo's players' seats, and Xiao Ju and Hamburger had very obvious dark circles under their eyes, and their eyes also showed signs of fatigue."
Ma Xixi raised an eyebrow, carefully observed the footage the director was cutting, and nodded.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so observant, Mo."
"Indeed, there was a gap in raw strength, coupled with jet lag and poor form, and it was also the other team's home ground, so the chances of winning were not high."
Masisi sighed, then looked at the tall figure sitting next to the hamburger, her tone changing:
"But I still stand by what I said: I believe in tyrants!"
"All four members of TyLoo have experienced a decline in form, but I haven't seen any impact on Tyrant. Tyrant is a relatively new member of TyLoo, but he's an absolute core player. I think if Tyrant plays to his usual standard in a best-of-one match, he might be a worthy opponent."
This analysis clearly goes against mainstream opinion.
After all, the stereotype of Tianlu being a weakling on the international stage in recent years is really too deep.
Do they think they can defeat Monte, the world's seventh-ranked player, by having a rookie competing abroad for the first time?
Its difficulty is no less than that of the Chinese national football team qualifying for the World Cup!
The comments section also split into two factions.
One group consists of rational data-driven users who are frantically spamming "Honor!"
The other faction consists of die-hard fans who have been won over by the actions of the "white party" over the past two weeks, transforming into royalists and chanting slogans like "Believe in the tyrant!"
...
Meanwhile, at the Elmia Convention Center in Jönköping, Sweden.
Main stage.
As Mo said, the four experienced Hamburg players – Xiao Ju, Mo Siyu, and Kaze – did not look too good.
On the contrary, Bai Dao, who was sitting to Xiao Ju's right, had a firm look in his eyes.
Wearing noise-canceling headphones, Bai Dao scanned the audience seats in front of him through the glass soundproof booth, feeling his heart surging with excitement.
at last!
Finally, it's an offline tournament!
The audience seating in front of us can hold about a thousand people.
Since this is only the first round of the group stage in the morning, not the final, the stadium is less than half full, and most of the spectators are blond-haired, blue-eyed Europeans.
There were very few Chinese people among them.
Sitting in the soundproof room, Bai Dao still can't feel the enthusiasm of the audience.
But honestly, if the stadium is packed on the day of the finals, the glass won't be able to keep out the crowd.
It's worth mentioning that the contestants' seats were not face-to-face this time.
The glass enclosures for TyLoo and Monte are set up side by side with a partition in between, so there is no possibility of eye contact during the match.
There won't be any roaring like Snake from the neighboring CF game, nor will there be Big Brother and Han Wang reciting poetry to the opponents in their suits, and there won't be any judging the flashlight's effectiveness by whether there's a light on the opponent's forehead.
Before entering the glass-sealed room, Bai Dao had already met several of Monte's contestants.
To be honest, the guy on the other side, br0, looks very similar to kudos!
He's simply unparalleled in the world!
However, the white-collar workers did not see any fighting spirit in them.
To put it bluntly, the opposing team didn't take Tianlu seriously at all.
Bai Dao didn't care; he was better at letting his strength speak for itself.
I believe that after this match, the opponent will remember his name.
A still water mirror appeared before them, and the afterimages of each box disappeared after being opened.
Bai Dao revealed his gleaming white teeth and chuckled.
He didn't realize that this scene was captured on film by a Chinese man in the audience.
……
"BP is over!"
Masisi's voice suddenly rose: "The last map left on the field is—Anubis!"
"Oh ho! It's Anubis!" Mo looked at the recent stats. "Tylo's not doing so well. Monte has a 62% win rate in 29 games over the last three months, while Tylo only has a 50% win rate in 6 games."
Masi was even more surprised, as the Tyrant in this Anubis image did not have the same dominant performance as Nuke Miru.
Could this be another hidden trump card from Tianlu?
The good news is that Tianlu T is available, so you can practice your skills first.
[Oh no, it's Anubis! Should someone keep an eye on Kaze?]
[Pre-match prediction: Kaze is definitely going to be the one to set off the firecrackers this time.]
"The match hasn't even started yet, and people are already wondering if Kaze could become the firecracker. Sigh, someone always has to set off the firecrackers, why can't it be him?"
Ma Xixi then made a joke, and then added:
"Of course we shouldn't...right? Let's boost the enemy's morale and diminish our own."
"Let's take a look at the match. The screen is switching to the server!"
The scene shifts, and the competition begins.
"Welcome to the match between Monte and TyLoo, the first game of Jönköping. I'm your commentator, Masixi."
"I'm commentator CaptainMo!"
"I'm your assistant, Asuka!"
Who are you?
"Check the time!"
"42"
"41"
"40"
"Oh, right!"
As the voice faded, the crucial battle that carried the hopes of the entire village officially began!