Chapter 221: The China competition zone had no fear!

The FTW coaching team wasn’t as optimistic as the fans were.

It was true that Lu Feng and Wei Xiao were both talent kaleidoscopes and all-around players who could play well using anything. They would benefit from this new competition system.

But the three little ones weren’t as all-powerful.

Bai Cai and Yue Wenle had only played for a season. The former was only focused on the holy priest or light priest, and his motto was––I can use these two talents until I die.

Yue Wenle’s frost hunter was his signature talent. He also used the gold hunter, which was relatively similar, and he was becoming more and more familiar with some of the gunner type talents, but it wasn’t enough for him to survive under the full game BP competition system.

Although Little Ning was definitely a newcomer, he was actually in a better situation.

Newcomers had no limitations.

Ning Zhehan was inexperienced but gifted. He would dare to use anything without following set patterns. As for how effective that would be… it remained to be seen.

In a five person game, three of them couldn’t pull their full weight. FTW’s coaching team was so worried that they were going bald.

Fortunately, they weren’t the only ones who were going bald. Basically all of the finalists’ brains were buzzing, and they were all scolding the competition committee for acting inhuman. They had only released the announcement for such a big change now; weren’t they afraid that the competition would end in failure?

The competition committee really wasn’t afraid. Glory had been operating for over ten years, and it had held 11 global tournaments. By now, all of the teams who could stand at the peak were all old pros, and what kind of big storms or big waves had they not seen before?

The competition committee had already started acting up three years ago.

Which game would dare to reveal new talents right before the competition?

Glory dared.

If they didn’t throw out a deep-water torpedo, then both the clubs and the audience would be too carefree.

Now, they were even crueler. They announced this great innovation to the competition two days prior to the competition, and then set the draw for the day before the game. They’d obviously been scolded so much that their heads were now as hard as iron, and they weren’t afraid of being sent blades in retaliation.

The head of the competition committee smiled like a fox during the press conference. “A new competition system, a new thrill. I believe that each elite team in Glory will be able to bring more exciting and wonderful games to our fans.”

He was just short of saying––

Daddy just wants to mess with you. You’ve been messing around in Glory for over ten years. If you don’t even have this bit of ability, then do you deserve to be called an elite team? Do you deserve to win the championship and covet the huge 30 million bonus that comes from the players?!

The winning bonus was related to the game. The original bonus for the team competition was only 5 million, and it was the in-game players who’d slowly raised the bonus up to 30 million through their contributions throughout the year.

The competition committee itself was greedy. If they didn’t create a high enough difficulty, then how would the players deserve to win and take home this amazing prize?

The competition committee tortured the teams while pleasing the audience.

After all, if the competition was fun to watch, then the audience would pay for it, building a virtuous cycle for the next season.

FTW’s pre-game special training was still in full swing.

Energetic players like Asleep and Moonlit practically lived at FTW. For no other reason, but because they were helping Ning Zhehan and Yue Wenle fatten up their talent pool.

Moonlit’s talent pool couldn’t be considered wide, but it was enough to train up Ning Zhehan. Little Ning was already very good at assassin mages, so he improved very quickly when the two of them started soloing.

Asleep naturally couldn’t play ADC, but he had a very deep understanding of thieves. What ADCs feared most was not the other side’s ADC, but the other side’s jungler. After undergoing Asleep’s polishing, Yue Wenle’s sense of survival at least doubled or tripled.

The seed teams for the 16 competition zones had already been announced.

The China competition zone team was FTW, North America was L&P, South Korea was Pro, and Europe was Y1 and EVE.

The remaining finalist competition zones included MS, CL, CB, ST, LA, CCL, PL, JL, VC, RU and CW (abbreviated competition zones).

They were all the champions from their various competition zones. Some divisions, such as Latin America and Turkey, also had fans come over from their home country, in anticipation of watching their games live.

On a hot summer’s day, the horn announcing the start of the global competition sounded. Everyone was ready to go.

The investment daddies were everywhere. Although the competition committee had provided equipment for the major teams, that was only the foundation of the competition.

Many of those who wanted to find someone to endorse them in China had gotten in touch with teams from various competition zones. Every time they could get their logo put up meant that they would increase their exposure.

Although the schedule for the globals had been shortened, and many games had been cut out, it was, in fact, a strategy to improve the game flow.

Elimination matches between 16 competition zones. Each game would be wonderful, and each game had to be played with full effort.

The competition committee was trying to mobilize everyone’s expectations, so that they would worry about their team even when they weren’t watching them play.

Victory or defeat during other games would affect who their subsequent opponents were!

For example, if the Team of Gods could be eliminated in the top eight, then those haters would raise up their glasses in celebration.

The teams drew lots the day before the opening game, which was also the day after the competition system changes were announced.

After the competition system was announced, Twitter and Facebook had both exploded, and players from many teams directly opened up their mics, flaming all the way up to the skies.

The domestic hot searches weren’t much different, but it was filled with more delight and anticipation. It remained this way until a certain competition zone’s seed team made vague hints at FTW.

IN.Otee: A certain team must have paid the competition committee off, right? Could they have possibly been more biased?

Ironically, this message was sent out in Chinese, holding a strong suggestive tone.

Could they stand it?

They definitely couldn’t stand it!

The majority of the players in the China competition zone passionately turned on their mics.

That player had also gotten inspired, and he continued to trash talk, “It’s obvious. They could’ve changed the competition system earlier or later, but they just had to do it after the host competition zone was set…”

Many players from the other competition zones understood his words by relying on translators, and they all came out to support him, “Close’s strength is pretty good, but the competition zone is too weak. Why does the global competition have to be held there this year? I don’t get it.”

“There must be money involved.”

“It must be for traffic.”

“As we all know, the population over there, ha ha…”

Having to communicate across languages wasn’t enough to stop this bloody storm. Everyone was able to scold and curse at full steam by relying on machine translation.

This player from IN was quite crazy, “FTW, start praying. Pray you don’t draw IN for the top eight elimination games, because we will never show mercy.”

The likes for this message actually broke through 10,000. The player from IN grew even more enthusiastic and continued, “Since your China competition zone is so badass, why don’t you live stream a training match?”

The domestic fans wanted to throw up.

Saying this while knowing that it was impossible to make a training match appointment prior to the competition was simply disgusting behavior!

If FTW ignored it, then they would appear even more arrogant. If FTW paid attention to it, then they would fall into the trap.

At this time, someone spoke up––

3U.Sleep: “Come fight.”

RR.Moonlit: “I won’t show you mercy either.”

TPT.Auroral: “Although FTW beat us with a zero sweep in the finals, it’ll be easy for us to do the same for you.”

Asleep, Moonlit, Fu Li……

These star players who usually never made any sound online really stepped up, causing the domestic fans to explode on the spot!

They’d originally felt wronged, felt like they were fighting alone. They’d originally thought that they’d be fed sh*t by IN… but now they felt great!

The China competition zone was badass!

There was no fear!

You want to make an appointment for a training match with the competition zone champion? Have you asked the top four yet?

Does FTW even need to make a move? The top four are already enough to wake you up!

They’d really never thought that the China competition zone that had been cowering for three years still contained teams that dared to step out, and furthermore, there were even three of them…

IN’s mid-laner was a bit surprised by this.

The audience were just there to watch the show and weren’t afraid of blowing things up. The foreign players who’d originally been ridiculing the China competition zone also waved their flags and shouted, saying ‘fight, fight, quickly fight’!

IN was just running their mouths. How could they really make an appointment for a training match?

There were no benefits if they won, and it would be shameful if they lost. Originally, IN had allowed Otee to shout at will, but now, he was ordered to shut up, and they even sent out an official announcement.

They were all old players. Who didn’t understand this way of doing things?

They all sent out disdainful expression packs one after another, in all sorts of styles.

Otee couldn’t help himself and spoke up again, “Why should I fight with you guys? Are you trying to get our tactics before the game? Do you think we’re stupid?”

What are you thinking? You guys are stupid!

The internet was noisy and bustling, but all of FTW was training in isolation. Even their cell phones had been confiscated, and they ignored everything that was going on outside.

Where would they have the time to worry about these things? Cherishing every last minute was the real hard truth.

As the local team of the host competition zone, if FTW did a round trip in the competition, the players would all drown in the saliva from being spat on, okay?

The pressure increased as the start date approached.

Not to mention the three little ones, even Wei Xiao spoke less. Everyone wanted to draw one day out into two days, and they didn’t dare waste a single minute of it.

Chen Feng was afraid that their psychological burden would be too heavy, which could affect their play. The closer they came to the opening game, the less training he arranged for them.

He even prevented them from training on their own day and night.

“Just maintain things, it’s already very good.” These were words that the poison-tongued Coach Chen Feng had been saying the most recently.

Tang Chen comforted him in private––Chen Feng, who was as gentle as the spring breeze to the players, was a grumpy cannon who was online flaming at people when he was in front of him.

Tang Chen scratched at his hair. “You shouldn’t be too nervous, either.”

As the sixth person on the field, how could Chen Feng not be nervous!

Three years…

A full three years…

How many thorns and bumps in the road had they gone through before finally seeing the dawn? Saying that he wasn’t nervous would be a lie!

On the day that lots were drawn, everyone from FTW sat under the stage and watched as Brother Tang used his big hand to draw their opponent.

Yes, even Chen Feng didn’t go up this time. It was God Tang who represented the team.

He was very nervous and recited this mantra in his heart a hundred times, “Don’t be Y1, don’t be EVE, don’t be Pro, don’t be L&P……”

When the results were announced, everyone held their breath out of fear that they would be eaten alive by last year’s top four.

Who… who was it…

Which team was it!

It wasn’t just the whole FTW team. The entire China competition zone was holding their breath.

The fans almost exploded the scrolling comments, “Help, I’m about to die from nervousness.”

“If it’s the Team of Gods, I’ll show you guys what it looks like to die on the spot!”

“Brother, me too.”

“Sister, me too.”

“Daddy, don’t scare me QAQ!”

As a result, countless eyes were fixed on the big screen when the results were announced.

The lines in the table for the top 16 matches appeared on the screen one by one. FTW was in the fifth row, and their opponent was…

“Holy sh*t!”

“IN???”

“Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road!”

“Congratulations to IN for getting the hammering they asked for.”

“Shit, if FTW loses to IN, I’m going to go blow up their base with explosives on my back!”

“Impossible, impossible. FTW definitely won’t lose to IN.”

The passers-by who didn’t know what had happened all asked about it, and fans smashed over a series of screenshots, which infuriated the whole network.

Little Ning was clueless. “Team IN? Which competition zone…”

Yue Wenle: “CL.”

Bai Cai blinked. “What a coincidence…”

Wei Xiao looked at him, “What, do you know them?”

Bai Cai had handed over his own account to Brother Liu, but he still had his Gossip Emperor account and was very clear on the first-hand news.

He paused for a moment, then snuck it out for Wei Xiao to see. Wei Xiao hurriedly swept through it, then grinned. “Interesting.”

Bai Cai: “……”

A sentence echoed in Brother Cai’s brain when he looked at him––your smile is like that of a vicious dog’s.

After returning to the base, Ning Zhehan and Yue Wenle also learned of the storm that had swept through the internet.

Little Ning was burning with passion after seeing Asleep, Moonlit, and the others speak up for them. “We’ll hammer them to death!”

Yue Wenle crunched, like he was biting down on IN’s throat. “3:0.”

Wei Xiao smiled like a fox. “Otee, right? He scolded the China competition zone a total of 15 times. How about…” Taking down his dog head 15 times!

Bai Cai: “……”

Lu Feng: “Yes.”

Chen Feng: “……………………”

He’d racked his brains and ended up drawing all night. Coach Chen Feng had tried his best to cheer up his players and had even lost several strands of hair. Unexpectedly……

Their opponent had been so ‘generous’ that they’d sent over a morale boosting gift bag in advance.

Everyone in FTW was now fired up and ready to fight.