The audience talked a lot, and most of the topics still revolved around a dream and 519.

The countdown began to appear on the big screen, and the players were already ready.

With everything in the picture, a majestic mountain peak appeared in everyone's eyes.

The mountain is high, as if it wants to break through the sky! At the limit of eyesight, it is the top of a mountain that radiates infinite brilliance.

Mount Olympus! A holy place in the hearts of all the Gloryists!

Now, a group of young people of the highest level in the country will launch a call for its conquest!

From the OB perspective, the audience can see that unlike the norm, there are eight 'ladders' to the top of Mount Olympus at this time. At the lowest end of each stone staircase stood five figures.

Eight teams are ready to go!

"A thousand dreams! A dream! ”

"Five-one-nine! Five-one-nineteen! ”

The sound broke out wave after wave, and the entire UP center was completely boiling.

Boom!

With a sound similar to the ringing of a bell, eight teams set off at the same time!

This is the first game of the Pro League this year, and although it is only a warm-up, it is enough to blow the eye!

Let's talk about the UP Center first, at this time, in addition to the audience under the stage, there are also hundreds of pairs of eyes watching all this in the lounge backstage.

In the lounge of the HT team, the sword god Ye Qiuling's slender fingers held a cup of tea, took a sip, and his deep eyes stared at the screen.

Rhythmically tapping his right index finger on the teacup, his gaze focused more on one person.

Xiao Jin, his former biggest opponent.

It's just that now, he and his team don't even have the strength to reach the top, and the corners of Ye Qiuling's mouth moved.

It is not difficult to hear the news from Jiang Youning's feedback, Xiao Jin is determined to stand on the opposite side of the Liu Family Gang, so in Ye Qiuling's opinion, he is hitting a stone with an egg.

You won't be the hero of the rapids, you'll just be the ashes under the lamp. Now, what are you competing with me?

When he sipped the tea again, he had already closed his eyes......

Inside the venue, on the seats surrounded by the shouts of countless spectators, a man of twenty-seven or eighteen in a suit with an elegant face wears black-rimmed myopic glasses.

His countenance was good-looking, bookish but not cowardly. If you are a few years younger, it will definitely be considered a piece of fresh meat. But maturity also has its charms.

Quite different from the audience next to him, he sat there, his eyes just staring at the screen through the lenses, his eyes were as deep as a star shining under the stars, as if he could see everything.

It was his habit to carry a paper book with him.

Probably because of the lights, the people around him didn't recognize him.

Shen Xinglou, one of the best coaches in the Glory War Discipline Professional League! Former professional team glory world head coach!

He used to be as famous as those top players, in addition to being good-looking compared to other coaches, the title of ghost tactics and war Ji Zhuge also made him famous.

It's just that all this is just like what happened to Zhuzi, with the dissolution of the glorious world, it has sunk into the sea.

Now, he can only watch it from afar.

The pen in my hand records something from time to time, and it is a detail that is difficult for others to find.

His eyes kept staring at the five or nineteen people, as if he wanted to see through them.

War Ji Zhuge , Shen Xinglou!

……

Country M, still the dimly lit training room, is still a boy with a severed finger sitting on a leather chair. Only this time, for the first time, he didn't train.

The gaze of the long hair through his forehead stared at the screen of his phone, among which was his good brother.

"You're really back......" After a long time, he said this sentence in a hoarse voice as if talking to himself.

"Only this time, you and my brother may be on opposite sides....... Don't let me down, and I won't show mercy. Because I don't have a choice. ”

The hand with the severed finger was clenched, and the young man's body seemed to hide a fierce beast.

"Xiao Jin, long time no see......"

It was his last words, and they spread through the lonely, silent, dark room.

Then the door to his training room was rudely pushed open, and a bald middle-aged gringo stood in the doorway looking at him.

Behind the gringos were two large black men with sunglasses.

The middle-aged bald man's green eyes are like a poisonous snake, as if he will pounce on you and bite you in the next second!

"D......," he said slowly.

The boy frowned imperceptibly, and immediately turned to stand up, his hands behind his back clasped together.

The middle-aged man walked into this gloomy training room, he also hated it, and simply asked the person behind him to take out his cigar, as well as a cigar cutter.

Instead of rushing to light a cigarette, he shook the bright cigar cutter at the boy.

"Remember it?" The corners of the bald head's mouth moved, and he asked with a smile.

The boy gritted his teeth, the pain coming from the severed finger kept reminding him.

"I have a lot of cigar cutters, but you only have ten fingers. Three days later, I want you a finger if you lose a game. ”

The threat and intimidation in the words were obvious, adding a chill to the gloomy training room.

The boy stared at him, the flesh on his face trembling.

The bald gringo gave him a disdainful look and turned to leave.

"Oh, yes. You're going to get out of this place tomorrow, it's terrible! ”

The door didn't close, and he left with two bodyguards. It wasn't until the sound of the car was completely away that the boy slowly raised his head, his breath trembling.

The black hair on the forehead is low-class in this country, and although those people sometimes greet you, they must be saying in their hearts: "If it weren't for profit, the ghost would talk to a low-class people like you." ”

He was used to it all, and now, he just wanted to save his other fingers. Of course, he knew that this was not the most threatening thing for himself.

One last glance at the phone screen, the emperor sat back in his chair numbly.

"I'm sorry...... "If one day I will fall in the battle map, I hope that the weapon stained with my blood is your Half Moon." As for her, will she wait for me?

……

No, because he was sitting in the HT team lounge, close to Ye Qiuling.

Chu Chu is moving, just like her name - Jiang Yinglian. But that's the surface of hypocrisy and truth.

It was so real that the young man in distress had been thinking about her, and he was so hypocritical that he would do anything to get close to Ye Qiuling.

But Ye Qiuling just glanced at her expressionlessly, and didn't even let her touch the placket of her clothes.

Ye Qiuling didn't like her, just as she didn't like all girls......

The eyes finally returned to the game, and the eight teams had been climbing for two minutes.

Not to mention the first twenty turns, for these professional players, even an ordinary glory division can't bring any pressure. The real pressure starts at 50 revolutions or more.

When the 519th set foot on the 50th turn, a dream of a thousand autumns had already taken the lead and reached the height of the 60th turn!

The gap is obvious.

But that's just the beginning, and climbing isn't just about being faster than anyone. Of course, don't rule out the fact that monsters collect 'tolls'.

A dream was encountered, and although they came up at sixty turns very casually, the pressure would increase even more from now on. The arrival of uninvited guests hindered their footsteps.

Ji Ling didn't panic at all, his body was no different except for beads of sweat on his forehead. When the creep climbed the stone steps, his cannon was already aimed at it.

With a deafening explosion, the monster was knocked down before it could even roar.

Basic operation, sit down.

Ji Ling turned his head to look at the left rear, where it was the figure of the 5191 group.

With a cold snort of disdain, he waved his hand and continued to lead the team forward.

At this time, the 519 team in the 50th turn was not in such a good state.

Fifty revolutions was enough to make them sweat and exhausted. But they have improved a lot compared to the last time.

In fact, climbing Mount Olympus, to put it bluntly, is a test of whether a person's mental strength is strong. Mental power is the basis of the battle of the consciousness dimension, and the stronger the mental power, the more likely it is to play the ultimate operation.

Now, these young people are suffering from the baptism of spiritual power.

But this time, their goal is no longer as simple as sixty turns......