The conversation is back to the game.

"How was Lin Xiao doing before?" Chu Yun didn't see the game just now, and hoped to make up for the lack of not seeing the game from Xiao Qing.

Xiao Qing smiled: "A good game. ”

Lin Ruoxi seemed to have recovered from the shock just now, and she picked up her usual arrogance: "DND has been at the end of the crossbow over the years, and some of the famous ones in the team are either retired or transferred, and now there is only one bracket left, Lin Xiao may not be his ability to win." ”

Chu Yun was shocked by Lin Yatou's attitude of degrading people when she saw them, but he didn't feel new anymore, because he really hadn't seen anyone praised by Lin Ruoxi, but he was a little puzzled, Lin Ruoxi didn't usually watch the league's games, why did he know so much.

He didn't ask, and then looked at Xiao Qing's expression, and smiled a little noncommittally, which probably meant that he acquiesced to Lin Ruoxi's words.

According to Lin Ruoxi's words, the team is a frequent visitor to the 10,000-year playoffs, and DND, except for the fact that the league was booming for a while at the beginning of its establishment, is now obviously not good. On the contrary, the DND has long since lost its qualification for the playoffs, hovering at the bottom of each edition, and perhaps one day, the DND will suddenly disappear from the First Division and be relegated to the Second Division, which is not so surprising.

"DND really can't do it." Xiao Qing also sighed.

At this time, the narration of the curtain rang on the stage.

"In the second game, Liu Ye, the king of the solo, played against the god of DND, Qin Hansheng!"

Esports is a rapidly evolving bloat, it is always absorbing and growing, and in the process, it accommodates more than esports is meant to be.

Professional players are an important part of this, but they are no longer the only ones.

If it were back then, Qin Hansheng would never have imagined that the professional competition would be in such a crowded venue, and Qin Hansheng would never have imagined that his name would write such a strong stroke in the history of professional e-sports.

The young man who fought with only one shot has become today's god of law, but the passage of time has left him with only merciless ridicule.

Qin Han ascended to old age.

Although he is only 31 years old this year, he has come to the end of his career on this esports stage.

His calloused fingers are no longer as flying as the healthy fingers of the past, his reaction has been unable to catch up with his consciousness, he is only supported by his will.

The former Dharma God, the brilliance is not there.

"Hurry up and look, Liu Ye's army and Qin Hansheng are facing each other head-on, Fashen War or not?"

If it was me back then, I would definitely choose to fight hard without hesitation, believing in my own strength, just like the aggressive young man opposite.

"Ah, in the face of the army of the summer tea leader, the god of law chose to avoid Liu Ye's edge." The voice of the front desk commentator was filled with deep regret.

There is a saying that the times create heroes, Qin Hansheng is undoubtedly the person chosen by this era, with his extraordinary skills and excellent operation, he has gained a firm foothold in that era of heroes. The name of the god of law is very loud, the fame of the god of law is by no means easy, in the century of heroes, the branch of magic is the most, and all kinds of practice methods are also endless.

Among his peers, some people have led the way for three or five years, and in the end they will inevitably become part of the rut of history, and he is the only one who has persevered until now, but it is also twilight.

He couldn't help but think back to his glorious years, the group law brawl at the top of the dragon soul, the difference between competing for the championship cup in the first league competition, and the peak skills that achieved the name of the god of law and single-handedly challenged the four masters in the wheel battle...... Those are all in the past.

All he had was the experience of more battles than anyone else, and the heart that refused to bow to the years—perhaps, that heart was no longer as persistent as it was at the beginning.

"The God of Law has made a move, it's so beautiful, the combination of the Ice Storm and the Phase Movement is still perfect, the God of Law is still alive, and our God of Law is finally powerful!" The narrator is still screaming excitedly, for the fleeting beauty.

Only Qin Hansheng himself understands that his 'perfection' is no longer true perfection.

Summer Momo Tea drilled through the cracks in his skills, and he had to admire this young man, who had grown to this point in fourth place in the individual competition last year, and at the same time, he was also sorry for himself.

Last year's third place, I don't know how many places will it be this year?

He, like the DND team, has been regressing, while others have never stopped moving forward.

Sometimes, he always feels very lonely, isn't he not thinking about retiring bravely in the torrent, and retiring while the name of the Fashen is still there, isn't it wiser?

But he still can't let go, he can't let go of the shortcomings of not winning the championship, he can't let go of the DND team, he can't let go of this game, he was, and still does, a game that he loves deeply.

"DND is really a tragedy, in fact, to be fair, I really can't blame the god of law for this." Xiao Qing, who was sitting next to Chu Yun, couldn't help but say as she watched the game on the screen, "DND is actually a club similar to the club of the same club, there is no rich big boss behind him, and there is also a lack of sponsorship from advertisers. ”

Chu Yun took a deep breath of his cigarette and did not speak.

"Now that DND is already very difficult to operate, I heard that it may be bought by a certain consortium, but in fact, it is okay, at least the Fashen can be freed." Xu Fan and Cheng Chen switched positions, and now the three of them have made up a bunch again.

Chu Yun raised his head and looked at the battlefield where the magnesium light was shining.

The 1v1 battle will not drag on for too long, and when the summer Momo Tea and Wuxing World meet again on a narrow road, everyone knows in their hearts that in this battle, one person will eventually fall.

On one side is the king of solo, the popular king Liu Ye who is sprinting to the top of the league in one fell swoop.

On one side is the superstar who represents an era, Qin Hansheng, who is known as the god of law.

Last year, DND ranked third from the bottom in the league, narrowly avoiding the fate of being swept off the first division, but the law god strangled Liu Ye's rising road to the king with a small score advantage, and won the third place in the single power list.

And now, the king of the solo, who has made a comeback, has sounded the war drums of revenge against him.

A storm blow from the summer tea blew away the eagle-headed and lion-tailed Elophonge that Qin Hansheng used as a guard, and the long sword pointed directly at the magician who was proficient in magic. The winged Holy Crusaders tore through the line, cutting off the retreat of the Dharma God.

This is the time for the old and the new.

Old fellow, you've been in a position for so long, it's time to step down.

Qin Hansheng could feel that the other party seemed to be expressing such a meaning, or that this was what he wanted to say to himself.

However,

If you want, step over my corpse.

This is the insistence of the Fa God, and it is also the last wish of a player who has reached the end of his competitive career.

Fortunately, his opponent did not disappoint him.

The god lost, and by the way, the DND also lost the game, 2 singles, 1 double, and even the final team competition, all of which ended in failure.

Some people rejoice, some people are sad, when the side of the smoke wind is full of victory cheers, the side that cheers for the DND can only leave silence and sighs.

As for those who were angry, they had already left the venue.

At the closing, Chu Yun saw the captains of the two sides shaking hands at the front desk, and the high-spirited young man on one side was heroic, while the man opposite him, his slender figure looked extraordinarily thin, and on his bespectacled face, there were only traces of years left.

Heh, this season's DND is over, and the god of law is old.

Chu Yun heard such a voice.

You're getting old, Brother Sheng.

He said silently.