Great luck! Chicken dinner tonight!
Suddenly, the image of a chicken dinner appeared on the screen.
The two C9 players who had just defeated Gate and TS Lone Wolf were stunned!
'What's going on?
'How did we get chicken dinner?
'Where's SKK?
'Where's the final showdown?
'This isn't going according to the script!'
In this international tournament, C9 had a strong opponent, SKK, in front of them, and a strong team, TSM, behind them.
On the left was Black Whirlwind Liquid.
On the right was Faze of the Macho Men.
These were the teams that were the favorites to win the World Championship. In comparison, C9 seemed like a little younger brother among the teams that were full of heroes …
That was because their team's advantage was obvious.
They had North America's number one penetrator, the infamous demon king of the FPS world, Shroud!
Their weakness was also obvious.
That was, "one god carrying three legs". The strength of the players in the team was not balanced, and it was easy to create a "weakness effect".
After all, no matter how tall a bucket was, the height of the bucket's water capacity depended on the lowest piece of wood.
Hence, before the first match of the squad tournament began, C9's coach did not even arrange any strategy. He only let the players in the team fight to their hearts' content.
They had to get the hang of the game first.
At this moment, C9's coach, Reapered, stared blankly at the scene of C9 winning the chicken dinner on the big screen.
He didn't know if his team members had gotten into the rhythm of the match.
That was because there was only one word in his mind:
'Delicious!'
.....
At the same time, on the commentary platform.
"Oh!
This is really incredible! "
"Congratulations to C9!"
"Congratulations to C9 for winning the chicken dinner in the first match of the first day of the tournament!"
Following a burst of passionate music,
The lights on the stage suddenly lit up.
The last player from Asia, Liu Zilang, stretched his back, stood up, and walked toward C9's seat in the North American player's booth.
Shroud had also recovered from his earlier shock. When he saw Liu Zilang walking toward him, a smile appeared on his face as he stood up and extended his hand.
Clap!
The two shook hands with a smile on their faces.
"Well done, buddy!"
Shroud winked and gave him a thumbs up.
Unexpectedly, the smile on Liu Zilang's face suddenly disappeared, and he said with a serious face, "This time, I've given you guys a chicken … If anything happens to me in the next match, you guys have to be there, understand?"
Shroud: …
Chappie's mouth twitched as he watched from the side.
He was speechless.
Not far away, the three players of SKK stood up with their heads lowered in silence.
The word "failure" was a thing that had happened a long time ago to SKK.
At this moment, he heard a "pa" sound!
Satan instinctively turned his head toward the stage lights and looked at the two hands that were clasped together.
At this moment,
He suddenly felt that the light was a little dazzling.
He turned his head expressionlessly and walked down from the player's seat without saying a word. His footsteps were slightly sluggish the moment he took a step forward.
Because of him.
Ben could have stayed up there.
On the other hand, Vivian angrily blew at her ocean-blue bangs and glared at Liu Zilang.
Karl let out a soft sigh.
It was a pity.
At the same time, he had a new understanding of Liu Zilang's shamelessness.
The three players of SKK were about to leave the stage when someone caught up to them from behind.
Satan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the footsteps behind him. He instinctively quickened his pace.
"Hey hey!
Wait for me, let's go together! "
Liu Zilang quickly caught up to them. He smiled and greeted them in English. "We're going down anyway, let's go together."
The three players' faces darkened when they heard him.
'Is this the f * cking reason you wanted to drag us down with you?'
Vivian clenched her fists and blew at the bangs on her forehead.
She looked like she was about to transform into a "Berserk Lolita" and give Liu Zilang a super deadly flying punch!
Liu Zilang was well aware of Vivian's berserk nature.
Thus, he cleverly avoided the danger and caught up to Satan who was at the front.
He smiled and placed his hand on Satan's shoulder. "I say, buddy, how was it?
Wasn't my snipe fast? "
Satan turned his head to look at him expressionlessly. He suddenly sneered. "Snipe?
With Wolves around, do you think you're fit to snipe? "
That sentence sounded familiar. He seemed to have heard it somewhere before.
Liu Zilang was not angry this time.
He knew that Satan was good at provoking others. Otherwise, he would not have fallen for his trick in the match half a year ago.
He chuckled. "If I'm not mistaken, you were trying to cover Vivian so she could outrun the blue circle, right?"
"But she was knocked out."
Liu Zilang cracked a toothy grin and said slowly, "Our goals are different. I just wanted to defeat her, and I did it."
"But your goal was to protect her. Did you do it?"
Satan choked when he heard Liu Zilang's question.
However, his eyes were suffused with a trace of dim light, and he said noncommittally, "So what?
Didn't you die to my gun in the end? "
"I hope in the next match …" He turned his head and looked at Liu Zilang.
"You can continue to be optimistic."
Having said that, he turned around and walked toward the players' passageway. He did not want to stay a second longer in a match where there was no victory to celebrate.
This was his pride and dignity!
Liu Zilang was silent for a while as he looked at Satan's back.
Then, he suddenly asked, "Have you heard of … the Optimistic Clan?"
The Optimistic Clan?
Satan's body jerked as he stopped in his tracks.
Because suddenly …
He realized that he was walking in the opposite direction!
That was not the passageway to the backstage.
It was the temporary exit to the arena.
In a split second, Satan's face darkened as he turned around and walked back to the team.
.....
After the eliminated players had left the arena, only C9 was left on the stage of the Sosnovka Military Base.
The two eliminated C9 players and their coach went up on stage. All five of them raised their hands in the air, welcoming the cheers of the audience!
On Hua Xia's commentary platform.
"The fated chicken!
C9 has perfectly demonstrated to us what it means to be a fated chicken. "
"That's right. Not only did they get to the fated circle, but they also managed to avoid a showdown with a strong team like SKK!"
"Yup, our 4AM is in third place. As the last lone wolf in Asia, they've successfully made it into the top three!
That's not bad at all. You could even say that it's beyond our expectations. "
"That's right, especially when they single-handedly took down three of SKK's strongest players. That was so cool!
Otherwise, if SKK had gotten the chicken dinner in the final circle, their points would have been way behind the other teams in the first match. "
"Alright, now the statistics of the competition are out!
Let's take a look at the scores of each team in this match. "
As soon as the commentator on the platform finished speaking …
The lights in the arena dimmed!
In the next moment, all the lights were focused on the four large LCD screens on the stage.