Chapter 179.2: The cold faced great demon king actually had double standards?! (2/2)

Yuan Ze’s eyelids drooped. “Damn it.”

Proud Flower Kim was just asking to be scolded, this was such a small thing…

Then, he saw Close show up on camera and take over the holy priest.

Yuan Ze: “……”

Kim Sung-hyun wasn’t asking to be scolded, he was asking to be screwed over!

Was Laozi losing sleep to watch this kind of damned thing?!

He cursed fiercely in his heart, but his hand was very honest. Yuan Ze finished watching Close’s ‘poison’ priest expressionlessly and got ready to flame Kim Sung-hyun.

Lu Feng’s voice rang out. “Double queue?”

Wei Xiao’s black eyes blinked. “Okay!”

The next game in the video woke Yuan Ze up.

He was already numb to Close’s cursed support, and it was nothing new.

But he’d really never seen Close playing support normally before…

After watching the whole video, all of Yuan Ze’s anger was gone.

He kicked his feet into his slippers and went out to the balcony. He took a few hard pulls from his cigarette.

Close’s support was no good.

Outsiders didn’t understand, but the Team of Gods was very clear about it.

He didn’t play like that on purpose; it all happened unconsciously.

Getting the last hit, dealing damage, carrying the whole scene. He had to have the feeling of holding the game in his own hands.

This was a side effect of absolute control.

At first, Yuan Ze had thought that Close was deliberately messing with them.

Later on, they learned why.

It was the team’s psychological counselor who’d come up with the answer, “Close can’t trust his teammates.”

Because he didn’t trust them, he had to master the rhythm himself.

Because he didn’t trust them, he could only strengthen himself.

It was also because he couldn’t trust them that he had to hold everything up on his own.

It wasn’t obvious when he used thieves, since this was a profession that required farm, showing off operations, and leading the rhythm of the game.

Combined with Yan Jiang’s ability to integrate, Close performed very well in 5v5.

No one realized his fatal problem.

But once he changed to playing support, this well-hidden insecurity would be fully exposed.

A support player required teammates, and it needed the ability to offer and receive trust, being willing to give and cooperate.

Close didn’t trust others, couldn’t leave things to others, and couldn’t cooperate.

He was a lone wolf in the canyon.

It was his own fight.

Yuan Ze bowed his head and sent Wei Xiao a message, “Close’s shoulder doesn’t only need medical physiotherapy.”

At this time, Wei Xiao was playing in a training match. His cell phone was on silent, and he didn’t see the message.

After that, Chen Feng came in with a soul-sucking poster in his hands. He had even less time to go look at his cell phone.

Chen Feng pasted the poster up onto the glass panel, and the flattened picture made everyone suck in breaths of cold air.

What was a fantastical, hellish doctrine?

Just looking at this Cthulhu-style poster was enough to let you get a sense for step one, two, and three.

The poster went up, and the three little ones in the training room went crazy. Coach Chen opened his mouth, “The competition rules for this year’s global competition have been released.”

As soon as this came out, everyone held their breath.

The game, Glory, had lasted for so many years, but it hadn’t remained static.

From the initial exploratory stages to the present maturity, the competition committee had experienced many bumps and turns along the way.

Last year’s global competition first consisted of a round robin, then elimination matches that culminated in the finals.

It had been said at the beginning of the year that this year’s global games would be more stimulating, and there were different opinions on exactly how things would change.

Now, the news was out.

Chen Feng: “First of all, I’ll share the good news. This year’s Glory global competition will be held in China.”

The four little ones, including salted fish Brother Cai, all exclaimed in surprise.

Ning Zhehan even flushed with excitement.

Chen Feng continued expressionlessly, “The bad news is that in this year’s global competition, the China competition zone only has one spot.”

The training room fell silent instantly.

Last year, the China competition zone had three spots, and the top three from China had been able to enter the competition.

This year…

Chen Feng continued, “It’s been three years. The brilliance left from the Team of Gods in the Chinese division has already faded away. This year, our competition zone has been classified as Class C.”

In a Class C competition zone, only the division champions could enter the global competition.

The three year slump their competition zone had experienced had led to their seed team quota being reduced to one.

If the China competition zone still couldn’t achieve results this year, then the scene next year would be too terrible to imagine.

Originally, it was a very joyful thing to have China host the global competition.

Unfortunately, at this time, it inexplicably brought with it a sense of irony.

It was their home battle. If their results were poor, then wasn’t it…

Chen Feng tossed out another heavy bomb. “The round robin qualifying round has been cancelled in this year’s global competition. The teams will go straight into the elimination matches.”

The training room: “!!!”

What did that mean?

This meant that all teams only had one chance.

Either win or be eliminated!