Two and a half months ago.

Taku Sakurai worked day and night, and finally rushed to the top ten of the peak competition of the Chinese service.

On that day, he finally knew the origin of the master and the story that the master carried.

On that day, Sakurai Takura's small heart contained such a wish.

He wanted to find Ye Yan and ask him why he gave up in the first place.

He wanted to tell Ye Yan how hard the master had been over the years and how wronged he was.

Although the master did not say it, he heard the master's dream words more than once.

What turns over and over is the nostalgia for the past glory and the resentment of Ye Yan.

He wants to fulfill his master's wish, whether it is heaven and earth or the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, he must find Ye Yan.

In the past two months, he has met many masters with Shu Lou, but none of them have behaved as described by the master.

"Every movement of the opponent, every intention, is under his control."

"Every operation he makes, every judgment he makes, is like the most advanced AI, precise and accurate, and there are no mistakes."

"He can even make the whole game when he is BP. Because the next direction will be exactly according to his script. ”

"He doesn't smile, and under his old-fashioned face is a desire for victory that can't be hidden."

"His eyes were beating with two flames, and only fighting could ignite all his blood in an instant."

"He's proficient in every position, and he's at the top of his career in every position. There's no action he can't do, there's no opponent he can't beat. ”

"He was the supreme emperor of the year, and he was a god in everyone's mind."

"His name is Ye Yan, and he is also respectfully called 'Ye Huang'."

……

……

Sakurai Taku didn't know exactly what happened, only that Ye Yan, who was as powerful as a god, had reneged on his previous creed and staged an ugly farce in a key world competition.

It's like a ship sinking in the sea, and all the crew members are swept away by the raging, icy waters.

Since then, Master's team has fallen apart.

Then, I don't know what happened, all the news reports about them, all the previous media interviews, trophy events, one day, it was like being grabbed by Tiandao, thrown into a small black room, and the door was slammed shut.

It was as if the whole world had forgotten about them.

The gears of time are still going, but their glory is suddenly gone.

It's like a historical fault line in the history of human evolution, from apes to humans, and there is no historical proof in between.

Suddenly, they jumped from their era to the current era.

A new era of e-sports provoked by Zeng Yiqing.

And what about them?

What about them who once sweated like rain for Huaxia e-sports, worked hard, and regarded e-sports as their life?

Is it just forgotten?

Most of the e-sports players of their generation came from rural areas, starting from network administrators, commissary owners, and gig workers, and climbed step by step to the peak of their dreams.

They also want to prove themselves, and they also want to be recognized and supported by their families and society.

They also want to stand proudly in the spotlight, shouting their names and shouting their pride.

But the efforts of their generation, with the disbandment of their team, vanished and came to naught.

The annihilation of an entire era.

Master didn't say much about this matter, I don't know if it was to protect him and not let him know the truth, or if even Master himself didn't know.

But Taku Sakurai knows that memory is a trace of existence.

Once the people who know that period of history slowly leave this world, then no one can trace the truth of that year, and this history will be truly forgotten and sealed by the years.

So he had to remember, he not only wanted to remember, he wanted more people to know that there was such a thing.

In the history of e-sports, there was once such a team that guided the development of the entire industry and became a benchmark for e-sports players in the world.

In such a team, there is one person who is his master.

He wanted everyone to be proud of him and proud of his master.

Taku Sakurai is 15 years old this year, and if he is in Huaxia, he will be in the third year of junior high school.

However, growing up in an island country, he felt that he was already half an adult.

Ever since the moment Master snatched him from his father three years ago, he had already regarded Master as his own father in his heart.

Master has three hobbies, drinking, practicing swords, and playing glory.

Before seeing Master playing games with his mobile phone, he never imagined that Master, who had always been rigid and serious, would also be interested in video games.

He used to think that his master was a samurai from the Warring States period!

Seeing that Master liked it so much, he naturally began to practice as well.

He still remembers how excited he was when he manipulated Arthur to destroy the first tower.

He still remembers the feeling of winning the first game of qualifying, trotting in front of the master, raising his head proudly, and touching his head approvingly.

Master, Master and Father.

Master saved him from the tiger's mouth, so he also wants to save Master and rescue Master from the abyss.

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……

Under Sakurai Takura, Yang Jian turned into a heroic warrior at this time, dutifully defending the crumbling defense tower.

In front of him, Mi Yue, who was covered with pitch-black energy, like a messenger from hell, was covering her mouth and chuckling.

"Obey me, satisfy me, and finally, become a part of me~"

On Mi Yue's body, the three shadow servants flapped their wings, like bloodthirsty bats, staring at their dark eyes, firmly locking on to the only blood food.

"It's coming."

Taku Sakurai could feel that a tense atmosphere had begun to fill the air in the canyon.

It's like before a storm, the air moves slowly, making your chest feel stuffy and you can't breathe.

The game has been played for 13 minutes now, which is a long time for a solo round.

The moment of the final battle is coming.

"Come on, let me see if you're the one I'm looking for."

"Or is it just a coincidence, everything is a mistake."

Sakurai's palms were slightly drenched in sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe them.

Miyue moved!

Miyue 1 skill was released outward, and then the whole person took a step forward, and the 2 skill was accurately tied to him.

Really accurate!

Sakurai Taku didn't have time to sigh, 13 minutes had passed, his witch cloak had been formed, and the damage of Miyue 2's skill was not too high.

But he knew that the killing machine was behind.

When the magic strength absorbed by the 2 skills reaches its peak, it is when Miyue blows the horn of attack.

Sure enough, Mi Yue carried a tower wound and pressed forward.

When he was shrouded in the range of Miyue's ultimate, Miyue suddenly turned into a cloud of mist and wrapped him fiercely.

(End of chapter)