First place: C9; Total points: 460!
Second place: SKK; Total points: 450!
Third place: 4AM; Total points: 400!
Fourth place: …
.....
MVP of the match: 4AM-Vic!
Solo kills: 17!
(Highest)
Headshot rate: 84.5%!
Damage ratio: 78.3%!
Seeing this series of statistics, the stadium erupted in cheers again!
Although Liu Zilang did not get the chicken dinner in this match, everyone saw how he single-handedly led 4AM into the top three from the third circle onwards.
Since GodV and the others left early, the remaining damage ratio was naturally Liu Zilang's. It was normal for his damage ratio to be higher than average.
However, the 17 kills and headshot rate at the top of the solo kills list were the true embodiment of his individual ability.
Unfortunately, although SKK's solo kills were not as high as Liu Zilang's, their team's combined kills were terrifying!
They were only one kill away from first place!
Hence, they still occupied the second place!
If not for the fact that C9 was a team that fought head-on, they would have also taken down quite a number of kills.
If it were any other team, they would have been overtaken and taken the first place.
Hence, it was not difficult to understand Su Changming's words, "Luckily Liu Zilang prevented SKK from getting the chicken dinner."
If SKK were to get the chicken dinner in this match, with 300 chicken dinner points and a terrifying number of team kills …
They would definitely pull away from the team that was chasing after them in the first match!
However, for now, a difference of 50 points was still within their acceptable range.
After C9's chicken dinner interview ended …
The first match of the match had come to an end.
In the resting room backstage, Long Shenjue hugged his thermos flask and was having a small meeting with a few people.
How could they become stronger without a meeting?
A moment later, the players in the resting room backstage received a notification from the staff.
The second match was about to begin.
As he was leaving the room, a familiar ringtone rang from Liu Zilang's locker in the resting room.
'A text message?'
He hesitated for a while, then waved at GodV and the others, signaling them to leave first.
He opened the locker and took out his phone. The name "Xiaotong-chan" was displayed on the screen.
'Why is that girl sending me a text message?'
Liu Zilang swiped the screen without hesitation and saw two messages.
The message was very short. There were only two dry words, "Do your best." There wasn't even a punctuation.
Seeing this, Liu Zilang could not help but smirk.
Looking further down, he realized that this lass might also be feeling a little dry.
So he sent a "(??? _??)?"
(???_??)?？
Is he punching me because he lost the match?
Liu Zilang scratched his head as he picked up his phone to reply to the message. Then, he gave her a backhanded punch. "(??? _??)?"
Then, he smiled and put his phone back into his bag.
He quickly ran out of the door and caught up to GodV and the others.
At the same time, in Jianghai, China, 13 time zones away.
Five o'clock in the morning.
In the dark bedroom.
Zhang Xiaotong's eyes were glued to the live stream on the computer screen. At this time, her body was wrapped in a blanket as she laid on the edge of the bed, revealing only her small head.
She nervously held onto her phone under the blanket.
Buzz buzz buzz ~!
Suddenly, a tremor was heard.
Zhang Xiaotong's face lit up as she quickly took out her phone.
(???_??)?！
Looking at the screen, she could not help but be slightly startled. Then, she whispered doubtfully, "Is this … asking me to work hard in school?"
Thinking about this, her small face could not help but smile happily. Then, she turned around and faced the ceiling.
Her two small arms raised her phone high up as she looked at the screen with a face full of joy.
'Mmm!
'Then, let us work hard together!'
.....
Colt Arena, California.
After a short break, the live audience seemed to have regained their passion.
When the players backstage appeared on stage again, the tens of thousands of spectators around the arena instantly burst into an earth-shattering cheer!
Most of the cheers were for C9 who had won the chicken dinner in the previous match. Of course, there were also many spectators who were cheering for their teammates in this match!
On the Hua Xia commentary platform.
After a brief greeting, Su Changming and the other two started to analyze and look forward to the match.
"In the first match where C9 won the chicken dinner, a lot of the Asian teams' problems were actually exposed. I'm not sure if anyone has thought about why we can't beat them?"
As soon as he appeared on stage, Lord Rong raised a very sharp question. When the live stream viewers heard his words, they could not help but be stunned.
Lord Rong answered his own question. Then, he continued, "First of all, I think it's the mode. The FPP mode is more competitive and entertaining. However, I believe that for the six Asian teams, this is their first time participating in an offline tournament. It's inevitable that they will not be able to adapt to it."
"Mmm, Lord Rong is right."
Su Changming nodded and then continued, "Then, there's the difference in strength in terms of teamwork and tactical leadership."
At this point, Su Changming sighed. "In FPS competitions, this has always been the weakness of our Asian teams. Otherwise, the European and American teams wouldn't have dominated FPS competitions in the past. To a certain extent, this is also a problem left behind by history."
"However, as far as I know, there was a team called Se7en that once changed this phenomenon."
Ruo Feng continued with a smile. "Now that we've learned from the first match, I hope that the Asian teams and the Hua Xia teams will be able to do something different in the next two matches."
"Yes."
Lord Rong nodded as he looked at the big screen. "I've just received a message from the director. Our contestants have all taken their seats. Next up, we'll be bringing you the second match of the PUBG California World Invitational Four-Man Tournament."
As soon as Lord Rong finished speaking …
The roar of an airplane could be heard in the arena!
In the blink of an eye, the four big screens on the stage showed an airplane that was slowly approaching from the sea.
The second match had begun!
"Alright, let's take a look at the flight route!
The flight route for this match starts from the seven o 'clock position on the bottom left of the map and heads to the one o' clock position on the top right of the map. "
"That's right. This flight route is quite standard. It cuts across the map diagonally. If you want to jump from Sosnovka Military Base to Sosnovka Military Base, you can also jump from Pochinki Military Base to Pochinki Military Base. If you really can't, it's not impossible to fly to Georgopol."
"Mmm, compared to the previous match, this flight route is much friendlier to our players. It's considered a flight route that distributes resources more evenly. Moreover, no matter how the safe zone refreshes, it won't be too much of a disaster …"
As the casters analyzed.
The airplane had arrived at the top left of Sosnovka Military Base.
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people.
The first team to jump out of the airplane …
"It's 4AM!"
Ruo Feng's exclamation instantly attracted the attention of countless viewers in China.
'Wait a minute, jumping out of Sosnovka Military Base again?