The eSports King's Crush Chapter 1752

If K’s team were to be entirely eliminated in the points match, they would undeniably be the sole remaining Chinese representatives in the Milan tournament. Regardless of which team they championed from that point on, the narrative would remain compelling. After all, the one who persevered was hailed as the king. Mr. Mukawa from Country R was indeed a master strategist. By selecting only one member to compete on stage, they ensured familiarity with opposing tactics without jeopardizing the overall team points. The Chinese teams were seemingly destined for elimination in this crucial battle! The difficulty of winning a points competition was well-understood, not only by professionals but also by the players themselves; the disparity was evident. Nevertheless, a flicker of hope persisted in some hearts, wondering if a miracle might occur.

The following day arrived, marking the commencement of the team points competition. This event also served as the inaugural stage of the world competition. Only the top thirty teams in the points standings would secure qualification for the subsequent 5v5 matches. On this momentous day, numerous drones filled the Milanese sky. On the colossal screens, introductions for the various competing teams were displayed. An immense crowd streamed in a unified direction, their faces adorned with symbols of their favored teams and clutching banners, their enthusiasm palpable. The iconic theme song of the heroes echoed through the air. For ardent devotees of e-sports, no day held more significance than this one. Due to the time difference, the live broadcast was scheduled to commence at 11 PM. Across the nation, internet cafes buzzed with activity.

"Boss, five machines, please."

"Five? Are you alone?"

The gentleman removed his suit jacket and chuckled. "Yes, five. They'll be here shortly."

"They? Sir, it's quite trendy for you to still be playing games at your age."

"Indeed, uncle, there's a competition today," the network administrator remarked as he powered on a row of computers.

"We're here to watch the match," the man replied, smiling and cradling a cup of instant noodles. Regardless of how busy they were, whenever China competed, they would return to this spot, much like their university days, to cheer for their team!

"Old Liu, I've arrived. All the computers are ready, so hurry up." The voice message was dispatched to the group chat. Swiftly, a reply came, "Damn it, I suddenly have to work overtime."

"I've finally gotten the baby to sleep. I'm on my way now, will be there soon."

"Brother, to be perfectly honest, I'm feeling a bit weary and just want to rest." The man's hand, which had been holding his phone, paused for a moment before he typed and sent another message: "I understand."

"Uncle, are your friends not coming?" The employee set down his beer. "It's quite tedious at night. Why don't you guys just watch the video together?" The man picked up his beer, took a sip, and shook his head with a smile.

"Uncle, you seem quite well-off. Why don't we just rent a private room?" the employee suggested.

"It was fine before, but now," the man said, gesturing towards his phone. Life had been particularly challenging for him recently. He even sensed that some individuals were keeping their distance due to his perceived bad luck. He had believed those few friends were different, but it turned out they weren't. The man offered a bitter smile, reaching for his beer, preparing for a long gulp.

"Why are you drinking it already?" Someone clapped him on the back. "It hasn't even started yet, right? There was a traffic jam on the way." The man coughed slightly from the slap, but the corners of his mouth began to curve upwards uncontrollably. "You're too slow, kid."

"It's about to begin in Milan right about now! Hurry and turn on the machines!"