Chapter 083.1 - 083.2

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Chapter 83.1: Close deserved all the glory in the world.


The BP for both sides ended and the line-up was determined.

FTW: Blood warrior, power thief, fire mage, giant shaman, gold hunter.

OD: Flying warrior, immortal thief, ice mage, earth priest, gunslinger.

Obviously, FTW had directly taken the same line-up that OD had used last time when they fought. Every talent was exactly the same; it was a perfect recreation.

In comparison, OD's side hadn't been able to do the same. Their top-lane, mid-lane and jungler heroes were the same ones FTW had used last time, but their marksman and support talents had been changed.

Back then, Bai Cai's medicine warlock had been strong enough to turn the tables with a dazzling performance.

This time, OD's support player didn't dare to take the medicine warlock. It wasn't a support talent that just anyone could play, and it was even less likely that just anyone could win with it.

OD's line-up this time had taken FTW's line-up advantages from last time and made up for their shortcomings. The line-up was stronger than the previous FTW line-up.

There was a lot of sighing in the live broadcast studio:

"OD really can't do it. FTW's already attacking them so directly. What the hell are they scared for."

"They've been using the talent restraint excuse to wash themselves white for half a month, and FTW has now given them a chance. Why don't they hurry up and redo it completely?"

"Wash, keep washing. Use a line-up that's even stronger than FTW's line-up last time. It'll be fun to watch when they lose."

"There's really a problem with this water army that OD purchased. Weren't they worried that they might encounter FTW in the prize pool competition?"

"They're probably anxious. Zhou Xingfei's now infamous and eager to wash himself white."

"The prize pool competition isn't a round robin system. After a round of games, maybe Zhou Xingfei thought that FTW would have been eliminated."

"Yeah, sitting around and waiting for OD to eliminate FTW."

"The irony in the previous message is great."

The audience weren't fools. Anyone who used their brains a little could understand what Zhou Xingfei was trying to do.

Over ten days ago, he'd been hammered over the head by FTW until he was bleeding, and the most humiliating thing was the apology--it was solid proof that he'd harmed Bai Cai before, and he couldn't clean up his reputation.

In order to save face, he drew the focus of the conversation to the game and said that he'd lost wrongly and unfairly due to OD's weak line-up.

Zhou Xingfei felt that the next game between OD and FTW would be during the global competition. By then, the wave of interest would be over, and OD, who would've gone through an entire season in Europe, would absolutely be able to surpass FTW.

In e-sports, being a loser was the greatest sin.

As long as he won, he would have the absolute right to speak!

However...

FTW grew faster than he'd expected, easily winning the 12 into 6 round in the prize pool competition, and then encountering OD in the 6 into 3 round.

Watching FTW choose talents, Zhou Xingfei's teammates said, "Since FTW is using our line-up, we'll take theirs!"

Zhou Xingfei was still cowering. He didn't want to lose; he absolutely didn't want to lose a second time.

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