Chapter 194.1: Wei Xiao: You cant only have me in your eyes. (2/2)

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!”