Lying behind a hill, LVLE's last words kept appearing in LVLE's mind.

"POSEIDON has weaknesses, obvious weaknesses - his mentality is problematic. His strength is indeed great, and this cannot be denied, but no matter who it is, when he really meets someone who can compete with him, he will definitely suffer a big loss. I believe that if the four of us join forces, we will definitely have a fight, and I can be sure."

LVLE remembered LEBRON's expression, calm and crazy, and couldn't help but sigh, thinking that there were so many strong enemies in this year's draft. He still remembered the appearance of his junior LEBRON, who was the same age as him, when he came to the Bauhinia Club. At that time, the master brought LEBRON to the club and said that he was smart and talented, but everyone was laughing at this country boy who hid behind his master and did not dare to show his head. Now, ten years later, he is no longer the child who is running nose and grabs the corner of his master's clothes and wants candy to eat. He has become a terrifying IEC, and is called the Prophetic Emperor by his fellow disciples. He dares to fight with a strong man like POSEIDON without fear.

Where is me?

Think about it carefully, have I suffered countless hardships in the past ten years and shed so much sweat without regrets... How can I become a great professional player? This is the ultimate proposition, no one can answer it, even King Nuo can't do it.

But one thing is certain.

LVLE tightened the bow in his hand. Facing an opponent like POSEIDON, who seems invincible, if he doesn't even have the courage to fight, perhaps his life has nothing to do with greatness!

LVLE grew up listening to the myth of King Nuo Tian and watching the legend of GODLIKE. He once thought that such a powerful professional player would face it himself one day.

Now, this day is here!

It came a little suddenly and was a little caught off guard, but POSEIDON was right in front of me. There is no doubt that this is a professional player of GODLIKE and TONY. This is a professional player who is qualified to attack titles and thrones. Compared with GODLIKE, LVLE thinks POSEIDON is undoubtedly a person who makes him want to defeat.

Because they are also young, because in their future careers, LVLE knows that they may always face POSEIDON.

Today, this is an unfair game, and I have to admit that I am not your opponent in singles.

But can you still win against four people?

LVLE's laces were soaked in sweat.

He remembered when he was a child—

"Your son is very talented, and I hope to take him away. After all, living in the guild has a lot of significance for his progress."

"Mom, I don't want to leave, I don't want to go to that uncle's place! He looks so fierce. Do you and dad want me anymore?"

"Don't talk nonsense! That's a master BEST!"

"Master, I miss home..."

"no!"

“Master…”

"no!"

"Haha, today is your birthday. Blow the cake and make a wish."

"Um"

(Let me be the greatest professional player of this era!)

"Master, my hands hurt so much... Can you stop practicing today..."

"Every pair of snoring hands must go through such pain... Oh, let it go, maybe this kind of training is too early."

“Is it really useful?”

"certainly!"

"Master, don't lie to me, it hurts a lot."

"Do you want to continue practicing?"

"Um!"

"Get a break early."

"good."

“…”

"I know"

"Oh, it would be great if your senior brothers and sisters had half your efforts."

My life has been devoted to the game. Even if I face such a powerful enemy, what is there to be afraid of?

TITAN was ambushed in the position designated by LEBRON, and LEBRON's words were also circling in his mind, and those words and arguments echoed in his ears as if they were magical.

"I compared POSEIDON with the great professional players in history and discovered another weakness of his - no, it cannot be considered a weakness. POSEIDON lacks enough professional ambition and desire to dominate. This scene on the battlefield today clearly illustrates this point. These things are hidden under his strong strength, but if you are careful, you can still find it."

TITAN noticed that when LEBRON said this, his expression was a bit ferocious.

To be honest, he didn't know much about LEBRON. He knew LEBRON because he was very close to LVLE. LVLE called his junior brother a madman.

"So what?" AJ asked frantically: "It's not a control freak, no professional ambition, but POSEIDON or POSEIDON is not helpful for us to defeat him!"

"Pig." LEBRON said coldly.

"What did you say!" AJ was furious.

"You don't know anything!" LEBRON yelled with his eyes: "If you look down on me, OK, go and die with him!"

AJ grunted a few times, but chose to turn his head away.

"POSEIDON's mentality has led to his playing style being passive. I have studied the case of POSEIDON's participation." LEBRON sat down and continued: "He is the kind of person who can live by the same simultaneous way without being forced into a dead end. For example, this battlefield, if he had the due professional ambition and desire to dominate, he should not be out of the wilderness and reaping heads now - his role in command in positional warfare is much greater than what he can do now. Have you ever wondered why he gave up command?"

"What the hell do you want to say?" LVLE asked.

"POSEIDON is just an ordinary person. He also has weaknesses. He is not invincible. He may know that he is doing something wrong, but he still makes such a mistake. He has not been serious. He lacks the spirit of never slacking off anytime and anywhere!" LEBRON patted the parchment and said viciously: "If you don't have a dead end, this guy will not release all his energy. This is our opportunity! He may be stronger than GODLIKE! But I am sure that we can't defeat GODLIKE, which is crushed by equipment, but we can defeat him, which is crushed by equipment!"

The argument was still in my ears, which sounded a bit incredible, but TITAN decided to believe LEBRON's analysis.

This strange friend is right, POSEIDON is indeed powerful, but the four of them together are definitely not without the power of a fight!

TITAN could not forget the figure in the shadow crack that mocked almost all professional players of the Dragon Clan and then teleported away in a cool way. He personally presented him with the invincible state required for teleportation. Originally, TITAN thought that the scroll would ruin POSEIDON's only hope of escaping here, but as a result... Anyway, God played a little joke with him.

After that time, no one blamed TITAN, and everyone thought TITAN had done well enough. Judging from the situation that day, TITAN was the only person who could barely cause trouble for POSEIDON, and the others were not taken seriously by POSEIDON at all.

But TITAN himself wouldn't think so.

On the surface, he begged for POSEIDON soft words is just a disguise. Those who know TITAN understand how proud and tough this is. There is no doubt that TITAN is a genius. God has given him an incomparable intuition, which has made his previous gaming career unbeatable. In the vote on the special genius clause, although TITAN did not bribe any official, resulting in the low official votes, almost all professional players voted for him.

The proud heart of the genius was hit hard by the shadow crack that day, and TITAN realized that there were peers who could be so strong. But he never gave in.

I, again, why would I admit defeat?

POSEIDON, just follow what LEBRON said, let me see if you are really so powerful and unparalleled!

AJ hid in the cracks of several huge rocks around him, waiting for the appearance of POSEIDON. Although he was very upset with the stinky guy named LEBRON, AJ still endured it. After all, LEBRON is a genuine IEC. Although he did not take people from the game desert country like Serbia to heart, he knew that planning by LEBRON is the best choice.

He tolerated it because he hated POSEIDON more than LEBRON, that's all.

Professional players in the United States have always been known for being irritable. AJ is a professional player who became a monk halfway through. Unlike LVLE and TITAN, they received training since childhood. AJ was the first time to officially come into contact with games when she was thirteen years old. His father was a master of modified cars. He participated in racing competitions every night to earn gambling money. His mother... is a prostitute. AJ has never remembered any memories of his mother since she remembered.

Hiding in the shadow, the warhammer in AJ's hand was trembling slightly. He thought he would never hate someone like he dislikes K again, but, very well, now there is another POSEIDON. Vaguely, AJ felt that he hated POSEIDON and was better than K.

There was a dead silence around him. AJ's eyes gradually lost their focus while waiting silently, and returned to the afternoon four years ago.

Burton Square, New York.

AJ remembered that the sun was particularly warm that afternoon. He walked on the street smoking a cigarette, wearing a thick and long robe, revealing his chest, and was covered with Gothic tattoos, which made him feel a little itchy when shone by the sun.

He lowered his head and thought about where to get the money for dinner. The drunk father was not lucky in racing these days and lost a lot of money. If he didn't find a way, he would be hungry again at night.

As he walked, he bumped into someone.

"What are you doing?" he shouted at the man who was covered in tightness with a bad expression.

It was a young man. Although his face was covered by big sunglasses, he could still see his youth and immatureness. AJ, who was still thirteen, often fought with much older children in the same neighborhood. He never lost. Facing a person who may be a little older than him but does not look strong at all, AJ did not have any psychological pressure.

The man didn't say anything, and a look of disgust appeared on his face. He covered his nose with his hands and was about to continue walking forward.

"HEY, BRO!" AJ blocked the man's way: "You bumped into me, apologize!"

"You sprayed the smoke into the air I could touch, and I was already very polite before I could clean up you." The young man dressed up like a spy from the enemy country said, his voice showing a different kind of coldness: "Disappear! Don't let me see you!"

"What did you say?" AJ was furious: "If you have a genital, you can say it again."

"I won't say good things for the second time, I'll say more to someone like you-"

Before the man could finish speaking, AJ had already pounced on him.

After a short moment of fighting, the sunglasses had been slapped aside. The young man jumped up and covered his face with one hand and shouted: "DAMN! Pick up the sunglasses for me, you idiot!"

However, in the crowded Burton Square, a short moment was enough to cause trouble. A passing woman in professional attire screamed: "K!"

AJ was shocked by the crowd suddenly surrounded by surprise. The crowd squeezed him and the young man. The young man punched the cigarette in his hand, then pulled him to run wildly, running for countless blocks before getting rid of the people chasing him.

"WHATTHEHELL-" The young man looked at him and said furiously: "You have delayed my time, you trash!"

Before AJ could wake up from the shock just now, he heard this sentence and raised his head proudly: "You pulled me to this ghost place, and you have delayed my time."

"Your time is a bullshit." The young man said disdainfully: "Thank me, boy, I saved your life. Otherwise you have been torn apart by the crowd now."

Afterwards, AJ inquired for a long time before he found out that the person who had a conflict with him that afternoon was the new generation of American idols, a professional player named K who inherited his ID from his father. But he didn't know about this at that time. AJ, who was full of anger and his profession at that time, was still a "rabbit" and certainly refused to let go of this young man who spoke extremely ugly. To be honest, AJ has not met a person with a stinky mouth than him for a long time.

Looking at K's thin body, AJ was completely stressed. He asked K if he dared to race, but K agreed decisively.

"But I am not a person like you, who has no legal awareness at all and dares to rush around on the road." K sneered: "If I'm not wrong, you must be talking about the kind of racing, right?"

"Are you soft?"

"Do you dare to play a realistic game? Death Speed, 100% mimicry, is no different from reality." K clenched his fists: "There is a game hall next to it."

"You pay?" AJ asked.
To be continued...