"Lin Bei did a great job, please kill this monkey quickly."
"Yes, yes, yes, jerk him up and let him taste what it feels like to be slaughtered."
"Tsk, tsk, Lin Bei is a god, he actually lifted s with one hand."
The sudden abnormality at the scene made all the audience excited.
S, who was still shouting just now, is now as scared as a little girl in front of them. How refreshing it is!
"stop!"
"Boy, what do you want to do? Put our captain down quickly."
"You barbarian!"
The other members of Team Liquid were stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.
Several people ran to Lin Bei, grabbing Lin Bei's clothes and trying to separate them.
"Has this person practiced kung fu?"
Everyone scratched and pulled a few times, and an idea flashed through their minds.
effort!
Under the tugging of several people, Lin Bei was able to remain motionless, which frightened them all.
"Lin Bei, Lin Bei, put him down quickly."
Zhou He walked over with an embarrassed look on his face. After thinking about it, he decided to persuade him.
After all, if someone is injured, it will definitely be Lin Bei who suffers.
Little Bear on the side saw the conflict getting bigger and bigger, and walked over and said softly: "Lin Bei, since we are all professional players, the best way is to get back in the game. It would be bad if they called the police with their keys."
The other members of WE also nodded in agreement. They really didn't know that Lin Bei had such strength. It was simply too scary.
It wouldn't be good if I beat him to death!
"Haha, don't worry."
Lin Bei smiled faintly when he heard this, and with a slight flick of his raised right hand, he directly swept away the surrounding liquid members.
Then he casually threw the s towards several members of the NIP team.
After this battle, the two international teams fell to the ground.
There is no trace of the arrogant and mighty posture just now.
"Lin Bei, just wait for me."
After breaking away from Lin Bei's hand, S climbed up from the ground and roared angrily.
Then he said to Zhou He: "Zhou He, the international challenge begins now. If you refuse, I will complain to you to the PUBG International Headquarters!"
Seeing that Lin Bei seemed to be trying to take action again, S couldn't stay here any longer.
He wants to use the strongest technology to conquer this barbarian.
Zhou He smiled awkwardly after hearing this, then picked up the microphone and said: "Everyone calm down and exit. The International Challenge will begin next."
After hearing that S had brought out the name of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds International Headquarters, Zhou He didn't dare to stand aside and watch the show like this anymore.
If the report is really made, the legitimacy of Douyu's Golden Grand Prix will be rejected.
As the challenge began, Lin Bei and others returned to the competition area.
In this international challenge, the top ten teams in the finals will participate in a quick battle.
There are no rules in this game. Even ten domestic teams are allowed to beat two international teams at the same time.
But even under this rule, domestic teams have lost miserably in the past. This is why domestic fans hate international challenges so much.
Seeing the WE team coming back, the other nine teams waiting for the game also gathered around.
But what surprised Lin Bei was that the 4AM team, which had long been eliminated, was also among them.
"Hey, Fatty Wei, haven't you been eliminated a long time ago? Do you still have the nerve to participate in the challenge?"
Lin Bei looked at Wei Shen standing aside and teased.
Weishen smiled when he heard this, raised his head and said: "Tsk, who doesn't know how powerful I am at 4AM? This is an international challenge, and the HY team automatically gave it to us."
The International Challenge is about the face of the domestic professional circle. The relatively weak HY team, thinking of the consequences of losing, naturally took the initiative to give up the opportunity to Weishen.
"Haha, it seems you are very lucky."
"Lin Bei."
17 Beast from Team 17 came over and said, "Our teams have just discussed it. We will divide into two groups to block their team and make sure that their positions are spread out."
"Yes, if the two teams cooperate, our chance of winning is less than one-third."
Zhou Lili nodded in response.
While everyone was discussing, Wei Shen looked at Lin Bei who was a little confused and said: "Lin Bei, we understand your strength, but let us go first later. You'd better observe their fighting methods first. If we
If you can't bear it anymore, take action again."
Weishen's words are also the voice of these professional teams. This is a game to counterattack foreign teams, and it is also the glory of their own team.
Even if they lose, Lin Bei will still be here as the backbone.
It would be nice to have some fun, maybe they could win without relying on Lin Bei, which would be a huge honor!
After everyone said a few simple words, they walked to their competition positions.
Looking at the ten teams participating in the competition, Lin Bei was now a little curious about the strength of the international teams.
In the past, he had been concentrating on live broadcasting and did not notice the gap in strength between China and the outside world in the parallel world.
But among the ten teams now, let’s not talk about other teams for the time being. XQ team, OMG team, 17 team, SSS team, 4AM team plus their own WE team, a total of 6 top domestic professional teams are participating.
With such a god-level lineup, their faces were a little ugly, as if the balance of victory in their hearts was tilted towards the international team!
Let me see your strength.
Thinking of this, Lin Bei clenched his fists, inexplicably looking forward to the next game.
Storm experience center center stage
"Dear fans, the International Challenge is now official, please support our contestants enthusiastically."
Zhou He stood in the middle of the stage and patiently repeated what he just said.
But the effect was minimal, and the audience still didn't want to pay attention to him.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhou He wisely handed the microphone to Xiao Xiong and left the stage dejectedly.
He knew that in the eyes of the audience, he was a liar, but who could give him a chance to choose?
Xiao Xiong took the microphone, walked lightly to the center of the stage, and said enthusiastically: "Fans, maybe we have failed in the international challenge before, but this time I believe you should have confidence in the strength of player Lin Bei.
You have all seen it, so please support them."
After the words fell, Brother Hei came over from the side and said: "Yes, I swear in the name of poisonous milk, this international team will win, otherwise I will eat the microphone!"
As soon as Brother Hei finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter, and their awkward anger was broken.
"It doesn't matter if you eat the microphone. If this spell doesn't work, I'll treat you to a ventilation and fracture set meal!"
"Fuck, we've already been lied to. What else can we do? Hurry up and start the game. I want to see Lin Bei abuse those two stupid teams."
"Yes, yes, with Lin Bei in this international challenge, we can definitely come back."
Although there won’t be any substantial rewards for winning this time, the important thing is that they enjoy watching it!
Being beaten up every day by foreign countries, they all want to give up this game.