CS: The Last Dance, a Dance That Leads to Professional Success

Chapter 124 The blood of mortal kings must end with the sword!
The chat in the 6657 live stream room was flooded with comments.

"Holy crap! G2 really beat the Galacticos?"

"That 1v5 at the end was just too outrageous!"

"I can understand shooting from the front, you're accurate and ruthless enough, but what's with that burst of smoke?"

"Ropz feels like his Dao heart is about to be shattered!"

"Seriously, it's frustrating to get wiped out by a burst of bullets without firing a single shot!"

"The referee isn't checking his computer!"

"To uphold justice, Dark! I really need to check out your Big Jigsaw!"

"Hey sis, your abacus beads are hitting my face!"

"Hey, who said yesterday that Big Brother had something hidden in his tactics book and was going to punish Dark today? Come out and say something!"

"They really hid it! They hid a plane ticket!"

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At this moment, at the Antwerp Major stadium.

The moment the score was set, all the G2 players took off their headphones and excitedly hugged each other.

NiKo was the first to jump up from her seat, slamming her fist on the table before turning around and hugging huNter- next to her.

"We did it, brother, we did it again... I made it to the finals..."

As a veteran in the team, he has experienced too many setbacks and regrets. This time, he has finally reached the threshold of the finals again.

m0NESY, like a freed pony, leaped from his seat, waving his arms and shouting to the audience, "Finals! We're going to the Major finals!!"

This 17-year-old prodigy stood on the stage of the Major finals in his first year as a professional player. Overwhelmed with happiness, he almost fainted. He rushed over and hugged Meng Lang tightly, shouting incoherently:

"Meng! You're insane!"

huNter was equally excited. He vigorously ruffled Meng Lang's hair and exclaimed to NiKo, "We Bosnian brothers are finally going to play together in the Major finals again! This time it feels different, this time we have him!"

His gaze fell on Meng Lang, filled with trust.

Commander Li Zicheng let out a long sigh of relief at the moment of victory, as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

He leaned back in his chair, covered his face with his hands, and remained motionless for a long time.

Only he himself knew that from being seen as an "academic" coach who was "dragging his team down" when he joined G2, to the self-doubt he felt when the team struggled in the first half of the year, he once thought that his career might be over.

His original goal for this Major was simply to make it into the Legends group.

But now... they've made it to the finals!

He raised his head, his gaze passing over his celebrating teammates, and finally settling on Meng Lang's calm profile.

All these changes,

It's all because of this guy's arrival.

He silently recited the words in his heart, and an indescribable sense of gratitude and exhilaration welled up within him.

Hearing his teammates cheering, Meng Lang was filled with emotion.

Not long ago, he was a "stray dog" who was ousted from the EG club due to internal power struggles.

Now, he stands at the center of the Major semi-final stage, becoming the "returning tiger" that decides the outcome of the match, announcing his name to the world in the loudest way.

This feeling stirred something within him.

The G2 fans at the scene were incredibly excited to see this.

Because G2 occasionally pulls a big stunt, those who become G2's main fans must be in exceptionally good mental states.

In today's semi-final, on map 1, Town, Meng Lang made a series of kills in the first half, warming up his teammates and revitalizing the team. In the second half, when the situation became stagnant, he surprisingly launched another fast push down the middle lane. His teammates used their items, and he went in and wiped out everyone in a whirlwind.

In fact, for most star players, to have this kind of performance in a single picture is already considered top-notch.

You can't expect a star player to maintain their form and dominate in every map, whether it's a best-of-three or even a best-of-five series. Top teams are all about one player carrying the game, and then another player carrying the game. A mature multi-core lineup is the secret to consistent victory.

G2 is a bit unusual.

As expected, after losing the "nuclear crisis" in Figure 2, the four chariots of the Galactic Warship transformed into four engines, with their power fully unleashed.

In contrast, even Dark on G2's side in Figure 2 didn't perform very well.

At the time, many G2 fans felt that if no one stepped forward in picture three, they might not have many more chances.

But I never expected this!
It's him!

It's him!

It's still him!
He's still that young man from China, helping G2 establish an advantage in Dust 2 and helping his teammates get into a good rhythm.

In the crucial second half, after losing one player, A University's defense was torn apart by a mysterious attack from the East, and the team's "God of Responsibility" Ropz secured the match point!

Finally, he ended the game with an unbelievable pentakill ACE!
Upon arriving at this point, G2 fans were thrilled, as this was a scenario they had never imagined.

—They even beat FAZE, the favorite to win this Major, and avenged their 3-0 defeat in Katowice earlier this year, advancing to the finals.

Some G2 fans even feel that even if they lose the finals, they won't have any regrets.

After all, G2's ability to overcome all obstacles and get this far has exceeded many people's expectations.

The two English commentators on site were also very excited.

"No one could have predicted this before the tournament! G2's seemingly impulsive roster change before the Major could produce such an amazing chemistry! Many people even thought they would be eliminated in the first round of the Challengers Group, but they won all the way here! Before the semifinals, countless people predicted that they would lose to the super team, but they became the 'ship destroyers'! That young man from CN became G2's miracle player!"

"Yes, this semi-final was amazing! All three maps went the distance, and we thought we were going to have to go into overtime on the final Sands II map, but there was no overtime! The super team FAZE was destined to have to return home from there."

As the live commentary played, the camera focused on the FAZE booth.

The faint smile on Ropz's lips vanished the moment he was pierced through by the smoke.

Just seconds before, he thought he would once again be the key player in this endgame and successfully complete this 1v1!

Then the situation was reversed.

However, he never expected that after sweeping away all his teammates, the other side would take him down with their last 7 bullets amidst the smoke.

In that instant, Ropz felt his head go blank, as if it had just gone completely empty.

A master of endgame puzzles, an Estonian genius, a silent assassin, one of the world's best liberos...

Everyone thought he was calm and rational, but who knew that on countless nights, he was also tormented by those lost or potentially won games, making it hard for him to sleep?

For him, who has an extremely strong competitive spirit, those unfinished games are nightmares that torment him in the middle of the night.

But when he wakes up at dawn, puts on his glasses, and steps onto the field, Ropz is still the team's most reliable "god of responsibility."

Humble and quiet.

But at this moment, with his life ended in such a way, he suddenly wanted to slam his fist on the table to vent the emotions that had been building up inside him.

However, after staring at the table for a while, Ropz suddenly smiled and shook his head.

As a naturally calm and skilled individual, reason regained control of his mind, and he looked up at the spirited young man opposite him.

this moment,
Ropz, however, was thinking:
This person is cheating.

The blood of every king must end with the sword!
To deal with one cheat, you need another cheat.

Use hanging to counter hanging!

Then,

Where should he find another cheat code?
Ropz fell into deep thought.

On the side, in the shot, the older cousin, Karrigan, leans back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

He didn't seem to have recovered from the match. He didn't understand.

Everyone played really well!
They clearly started to close the gap in the second half!

G2 was clearly their defeated opponent!

They clearly had many opportunities to win the game today.
But why did they lose?

If today's match was a resounding 0-2 defeat!

G2 was so strong that they simply couldn't resist!
We took them down 2-0!

So you lost.
They just laughed it off with a regretful smile.
But their "comeback from a 0-1 deficit" story was already halfway through. Their super team was about to soar into the sky when suddenly, that guy with the ID "Dark" on the other side ruthlessly sank them with an AK...

How can he possibly let this go?

The Rain God, who was standing to the side, also sighed, stood up and sighed again, and then finally chose to accept reality.

The older cousin looked at the Rain God beside him, at this veteran who was almost 28 years old.

—He has been a loyal member of FAZE since the team's inception. He almost burned himself out in the Nuclear Crisis map 2, but returned to his peak and helped the team win the map 2 victory by bringing a massive downpour to the outside area.

However, he was unable to lead this veteran, who had almost burned himself out, and his dear friend, to the finals, which were within reach.

this moment,
My older cousin suddenly remembered a song:

I was in dire straits, and there was no one to help me.

If there is no one else to blame, then blame me.

If only pain remains
It was imposed upon me.

Suddenly, the Rain God's comforting voice came from beside him, patting him on the shoulder.

"Carrigan"

Upon hearing this, the older cousin turned and exchanged a glance with his close friend.
My nose suddenly felt sore.
I could no longer hold back my tears!
She cried like a 200-pound child.

There was so much hope,
They were so close to leading their teammates to victory, but they fell short on the road to a comeback from a 0-1 deficit.

How could he possibly let this go?!
Today is undoubtedly a sleepless night for countless FAZE fans.

When FAZI lost the first map, many FAZI fans were not flustered at all—they had seen the script of the Galactic Battleship's "formulaic return from hell" too many times, it was just another return from hell.

The second picture shows that FAZE won, and the fans at the scene all had expressions of "as expected".

In the second half of the third game, as the team rallied to close the gap, the FAZE fans in the arena laughed and exclaimed, "Here it comes! The return from hell is finally here!"

However, they never expected that halfway back, they would be kicked back to hell.

This shattered the dreams of many FAZE fans.

Seeing this, the English commentator on stage spoke up again:
"We must commend FAZE for their resilience; they fought to the very last moment. But failure is a constant in life, and hopefully they can do better next time."

"Yes, and we must once again marvel at Dark from the East. It's hard to imagine that a boy who will only turn eighteen on the 2nd of next month, entering the Major for the first time, has been unstoppable, making it all the way to the Major finals with such dazzling and terrifying stats! This young man's 'stats' are simply incredible!"

Amidst the commentator's sighs of emotion,
The G2 players, already dressed in their team uniforms, stood up and walked to the FAZE players' booth opposite the stage to shake hands.

Despite being defeated in the semifinals, all five members of the Galacticos team were devastated, but they managed to compose themselves.

The Rain God looked at the young Meng Lang in front of him, shook his hand firmly, and said with a mixture of resentment and admiration: "Well done, let's fight again next time! Let's exchange fitness tips sometime."

Broky pouted, with the defiant spirit typical of young people: "If you beat us, don't fall on the final stage. I'll be watching you from below."

The older cousin wiped away his tears, patted Meng Lang's shoulder as generously as possible, and said with a wry smile, "You bastard... you've already pierced through my tactics. I never expected you to be such a monster."

When it was Ropz's turn, he adjusted his glasses, his expression returning to its usual calm.

But there was still complexity in the depths of his eyes.

"You played very well. I wish you good luck in this Major."

Meng Lang smiled and gave a high-five in response. Finally, when Ropz offered his congratulations, he spoke calmly but with undeniable confidence: "Thank you, but if I make it to the finals, I'm definitely going to win the championship trophy."

After the handshake, Meng Lang returned to the center of the stage for an interview.

The audience erupted in cheers, and Meng Lang smiled and raised his hands, which only amplified the cheers.

Host Banks said with a smile, "First of all, congratulations to G2 for winning this epic semi-final! Dark, how are you feeling now that you've defeated the mighty FAZE?"

Meng Lang took a deep breath and said, "I'm very excited. FAZE is a respectable and strong opponent. Defeating them is the best reward for our team's hard work."

Host Banks: "You lost to FAZE in today's map 2, Core Crisis. How did the team feel at that time? Were you affected?"

Meng Lang: "I think it's acceptable. Our overall performance on that map was indeed not as good as our opponents, but I don't think we will lose this semi-final because of it."

Host Banks pressed further, "Oh? Why are you so confident?"

Meng Lang smiled slightly and said confidently, "Because I know that the next picture is Sha Er, which is my home turf."

A knowing cheer and whistles immediately erupted from the audience.

Host Banks laughed: "That was definitely your home turf! You racked up an incredible 45 kills on that map! Especially that pentakill at the end of the match point round, it was unbelievable! How were you so sure of Ropz's location in the smoke?"

Meng Lang pretended to ponder for two seconds, then smiled and said:

"Because I know that's where... the Galactic Battleship was shot down."

The cheers from the G2 fans at the scene were thunderous once again!
Host Banks waited until the noise subsided before asking the final question:
"I remember when you advanced from the Challenger Group, you mentioned a goal that sounded a bit 'naive' to us at the time: to win the annual TOP1. Now that you've made it to the finals, does that goal still hold true?"

This time, Meng Lang didn't hesitate at all. He spoke clearly into the microphone, his voice carrying throughout the entire venue:

"Of course! My goal has never changed!"

The Antwerp Major venue was instantly engulfed by a deafening roar of cheers!
at the same time.

Backstage, in the lounge of NAVI, the "natural winners" in the lower bracket, who are waiting to face ENCE.

I heard Meng Lang's familiar answer again.

Unlike their previous indifference, the NAVI members now wore thoughtful expressions.

But after a while, b1t suddenly said:

"Well! This guy is really obsessed with being number one. It's a pity he doesn't know that no matter how good a rifleman is, he can hardly reach the upper limit that a top sniper can achieve."

After saying that, he turned to s1mple, who was looking down at his phone, and teased him, "You don't have to worry about him taking your TOP1 spot."

"Of course." s1mple put down his phone, his tone exuding an air of unquestionable confidence.

The apex of the pyramid, the solution to the equation.

Zaiwu was sent home early after serving his full term at this year's Major, and his arrogance made it seem as if the TOP1 spot was rightfully his.

After a pause, the simple-minded boy added with a hint of sarcasm:

"I'm not worried about him taking the top spot, but you guys might want to be a little worried. This guy's 'stats' are really exaggerated beyond expectations."

“Especially you, B1t, you should worry about your top spot as a rifleman.”

“I’m not worried. I don’t think he’s perfect as a rifleman.”

b1t, the third-generation headshot expert, shrugged and smiled, his tone carrying the pride of a fellow top-tier rifleman.

Marshal P, standing to the side, immediately understood and added with a smile, "Indeed, a rifleman who only knows how to use an AK on the T side is not a qualified rifleman."

This brought up a knowing laugh in the lounge.

Beside him, legendary coach B1ad3 clapped his hands:

"Alright, let's stop talking about these irrelevant topics!"

"Now, it's our turn to fight."

(End of this chapter)