CS2: My reaction speed is the limit of human capability.

Chapter 107 Group Stage Tickets

【g0d！！】

[Human limits!!!]

[Liquid: How do you play when the opponent has cheaters?]

[Dude, only Forsaken can punish you, right?]

In the video, Tang Ye's character stands silently at bomb site B, with only 19 health points remaining—the result of Ultimate's sniper shot to the leg. If that shot had hit his body, Tang Ye's screen would have gone black long ago.

But fate was on his side.

Tang Ye's triple kill in Area B completely shattered Liquid's counterattack.

The situation on the field instantly turned into a 3v2, with Tang Ye and Ling Feng Xiao Ju remaining on TyLoo's side, while Liquid only had EliGE and Krimbo from Area A left.

After eliminating three players in B site, TyLoo immediately turned to B site. EliGE and Krimbo returned from the baseline to defend, but Xiaoju in the middle heard their footsteps and steadily let them go before securing a double kill.

"What the hell is that?" Ultimate's voice was completely distorted. He ripped off his headphones and slammed them on the table. "I sniped him once, hit him in the leg, and then he turned around and killed me instantly? What kind of reaction speed is that?"

NertZ remained silent.

His M4 was already firing, the bullet had left the barrel, and the crosshair was already on the sniper.

Then the sniper turned around, scoped in, and fired. His screen went black.

He didn't even have time to see how the person turned around; the only explanation was that the person fired faster than him, nothing more.

"His position was obvious, how could he possibly catch all three of us?" Siuhy's voice was filled with a near-collapsed question. "Is this even a human being capable of?"

No one answered, because everyone else had already done it.

EliGE leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at the ID on the screen—gOd.

His expression was calm, but there was a complex light flickering in his eyes.

As a flag bearer for North American CS and a former world-class rifleman, he has experienced countless unfavorable situations and witnessed countless young prodigies. Some shine briefly, some fade into obscurity, while others truly grow into dominant forces.

But this g0d reminded him of an ID he didn't want to recall.

s1mple.

No, it's even more exaggerated than s1mple.

s1mple's sniping is agile, fluid, and characterized by unpredictable angles and timing. But g0d's sniping is pure, blatant, and ruthless, a crushing advantage in reaction speed.

You pull him out, he sees you, he shoots, and you die.

It's that simple.

There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions, just desperately fast positioning and firing.

"This person's reaction speed is beyond human comprehension," EliGE finally spoke, his voice low and calm. "We can't afford to engage him in a direct gunfight anymore."

"What do we do then?" Krimbo's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "He caught all three of us."

This isn't a tactical issue; it's a numerical superiority.

Silence fell over the voice channel again.

TyLoo's economy took off after this point, while Liquid's economy was completely crushed. Along with their economy, their teammates' morale collapsed.

They couldn't understand how someone could be so strong. Their skills and stats were like cheat codes, completely overwhelming all tactics and items.

At this moment, the Liquid team no longer dared to engage in a gunfight with Tianlu. They were all somewhat timid and hesitant, and had no intention of actively seeking opportunities.

And this is exactly the rhythm that Tianlu likes best.

As the attacking side, TyLoo continuously controlled the mid lane map, and then used this map advantage to slowly compress the CT formation. In the final wave of utility rush, Liquid easily gave up, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back. They were simply wiped out by TyLoo.

13: 2.

The final score was 2-0.

Tianlu won.

"Nice!"

The Tianlu members stood up and hugged each other. In her excitement, Mo Siyu threw off her headphones and picked Tang Ye up.

"We've made it to the group stage!!!"

Hamburger stood to the side, hands on his hips, head tilted back, staring at the ceiling. His lips were trembling, and his eyes were a little red.

As the commander, he was under the most pressure. The success or failure of every tactic, the timing of every rotation, and the economic management of every point all rested on his shoulders. If they lost, it was his responsibility; if they won, it was because the players played well.

But today, he directed a perfect match.

Xiao Ju wasn't as excited as Mo Siyu, but the light in his eyes betrayed him.

The MVP of Fission World Season 1, a veteran of TyLoo, and one of the flag bearers of CNCS. He has experienced too many victories and too many defeats. But this time, it's different.

This time, he saw hope.

Ling Feng was the last to stand up. He took off his headphones, slowly hung them on the monitor, then turned around, reached out, and bumped fists with Tang Ye.

"Well played," he said.

Tang laughed too: "You too."

There were no extra words, but they both understood.

They're heading to the group stage.

The handshake.

EliGE stood at the front of the line, her expression calm.

He reached out and shook hands with Hamburger, then with Ling Feng.

When it was Tang Ye's turn, EliGE's hand paused slightly.

"Well played," he said, his voice low and calm.

"Thank you." Tang also grasped his hand.

"How long have you been playing CS?" he asked.

Tang was taken aback for a moment, then answered truthfully, "Three months."

EliGE's hand tightened slightly.

Then he laughed.

That smile contained relief, emotion, and a hint of bitterness that was hard to describe.

"Three months..." he repeated the number. "To reach this level in just three months, you're a genius."

"Thank you," Tang said again.

EliGE released his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Keep winning," he said.

Tang looked at him and nodded.

"I will."

When I returned to the battle area, Zhong Weijie was already standing there.

He was still holding the tactics book in his hand, but the smile on his face was impossible to hide.

"Well done!" He patted each player on the shoulder with great force. "Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!"

'

When he hit Tang Ye, his hand paused for a moment.

"Kid," Zhong Weijie's voice was a little hoarse, "you're truly the most outrageous newcomer I've ever seen."

Tang scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed: "Just lucky."

"Luck?" Zhong Weijie laughed. "You call that luck? You're incredibly lucky! You could be a lucky charm!"

The group burst into laughter.

Zhong Weijie looked at this group of young people and felt a mix of emotions.

Zhong Weijie was genuinely happy from the inside out. Although they won the ZEM championship, some people still questioned whether they were padding their stats by playing against weaker teams. Making it to the group stage of IEM Krakow was undoubtedly a great achievement, enough to silence all the doubts about TyLoo's lineup.

"Brother Jie, you said you'd treat us to crayfish if we made it to the group stage," Mo Siyu said with a grin as she approached.

"Eat!" Chung Wei-chieh waved his hand dismissively. "I'll get you all the Boston lobster!"

"Brother Jie is so generous!"

The group burst into laughter.

Tang stood to the side, watching his teammates make a ruckus, and couldn't help but smile.

He recalled that three months ago, he was still in his university dormitory when Wang Hanjie dragged him to watch Ling Feng play Counter-Strike. Back then, he couldn't even walk properly, couldn't stop suddenly, and couldn't even throw a smoke grenade accurately.

Three months later, he stood on the stage of IEM Krakow and led TyLoo into the group stage with a terrifying 36 kills.

"What are you thinking about?" Ling Feng walked to his side.

Tang also came to his senses and smiled, "It's nothing. It just feels... a little unreal."

Ling Feng looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, and then said, "It's absolutely true. You deserve all of this."

Tang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Let's go." Ling Feng patted him on the shoulder. "The interview is waiting."

The host was already standing on the main stage.

She held a microphone in her hand, a professional smile on her face, but her eyes gleamed with a certain excitement.

"gOd, congratulations on defeating Liquid 2-0 and advancing to the group stage!" The host's voice echoed throughout the arena. "How are you feeling right now?"

Tang thought for a moment and replied in English, "I'm very happy. We did a lot of preparation before the competition, and making it to the group stage is a reward for our hard work."

The host clearly wasn't going to let him off the hook. She shifted the focus, throwing out a more topical question.

"g0d, this is your first time participating in an S-level tournament, and also the first time in your professional career that you've reached the group stage," the host said with a smile. "So, on behalf of all the viewers, I'd like to ask—what are your goals for this IEM Krakow?"

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Everyone knows this is a standard question. The standard answer is clichés like "play well in every game," "learn from experience," and "do your best."

For newcomers, being humble is always a good thing.

Tang also picked up the microphone and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he said, "Champion."

"My goal is the championship," Tang repeated, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather. "We didn't come to Krakow for tourism. Our team is very strong, we've crushed every opponent in every match, and I think it's time to let the world witness the rise of a supernova."

A newcomer who is playing in an S-level tournament for the first time says he wants to win the championship right away?

That's way too arrogant!

The host was clearly taken aback by the answer, but she reacted quickly and immediately followed up with, "The champion?"

That's a very ambitious goal. So, is there any team you particularly want to face in the knockout stage?

Tang thought for a moment, then said, "Little Bee, Falcon, Green Dragon."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He had played against both Niko (the kid from Falcon) and Donk (the kid from Green Dragon), and they would occasionally play ranked games together. They had a fairly good relationship, so it was only natural that he blurted it out.

As for the little bee, that was purely Tang Ye's personal selfish desire.

He wanted to see just how strong the world's number one team really was, and how much of a gap there was between his team and them.

"These are all top-tier teams in the world, and they are the teams I want to play against. Only by playing against the strongest opponents can I know how strong I really am."

The audience erupted in uproar once again.

This newcomer has signed all three of the world's top teams in one go.

Is this confidence or arrogance?

Meanwhile, in live stream room 6657, Wanji is watching the live stream.

[Isn't that too arrogant? Saying he wants the championship in his first S-level tournament?]

It's good for young people to be confident, but this is too much of a confidence.

Isn't this just getting cocky? Winning two qualifying matches and thinking they don't know who they are anymore?

[Support Tang Ye! He should be bold! CNCS has been weak for so many years, finally someone has shown some backbone!]

When Tang Ye uttered the word "champion," he felt a strange flutter in his heart.

He smiled slightly as he played with the machine.

"Brothers, to be honest, Tang's point is valid. We're already here, so what's the goal, the top 16?"

That's so unambitious!

"Think about it, he's only been playing CS for three months. Three months, from zero to making it to the IEM group stage, what does that mean? When you guys were playing for three months, you were still stuck in C+ and in jail, while he was already blasting Liquid like fish."

"And this isn't bragging. He said he wants to beat the Little Bee, the Falcon, and the Green Dragon—that's not arrogance, it's the truth. If you want to win the championship, you have to get past these hurdles. There's no escaping it. If you want to win the championship, are you going to rely on luck? Real strength is the key!"

"This is the mindset a champion should have."

He paused for a moment, then resumed his playful grin.

"Of course, whether we can win or not is another matter. But at least, CNCS has finally produced a young person who dares to speak out. Isn't that something to be happy about?"

[The God of Games is right!]

[CNCS needs this kind of fighting spirit!]

【support!!】

This time, no more "Lu Bian" (禄边), just "Lu Guan" (禄冠)!

It seems like TyLoo's win rate against Bees is less than 30%...

..

While playing the game, I watched the live chat and chuckled.

"Win rate isn't something you can predict before the match; you only know after you've played. Three months ago, who would have thought TyLoo would make it to the IEM group stage? Who would have thought that a newbie who had only played CS for three months could slaughter s1mple and EliGE like pigs?"

"So, don't jump to conclusions. The competition hasn't even started yet, what if?"

Meanwhile, back home, the lights in dormitory 330 were as bright as day.

In dormitory 330, Wang Hanjie, Huang Zihan, and Zhao Yunfan were gathered around a computer, on which the replay of the game between Tianlu and Liquid was playing.

"Holy crap! Another kill! Another kill!" Wang Hanjie's voice was so loud the whole building could hear him. He slammed his hand on the table, making the instant noodle bucket on it jump. "Brother Tang's triple kill is unbeatable!"

"Could you please keep your voice down?" Huang Zihan covered her ears, looking utterly defeated. "The neighbors have knocked on the door three times already! The downstairs auntie even texted me asking if I was butchering a pig!"

"It's really hard to control," Wang Hanjie chuckled. "That's the limit of human capability!"

Zhao Yunfan leaned back in his chair, looking at Tang Ye's ID on the screen with a smile on his lips.

They watched Tang Ye go from being their roommate to a professional.

Three months ago, he was the most inconspicuous person in dormitory 330. Every day, he practiced ball, went to class, and returned to the dormitory, his life as monotonous as a straight line.

Three months later, he stood on the stage of IEM Krakow, facing the eyes of the world, and said his goal was the championship.

From a complete novice who couldn't even find his way around to a sniper who strikes fear into the hearts of Team Liquid.

From the controversy sparked by the comment "This is too slow," to the current online outcry of "g0d."

From dormitory 330 to Krakow.

"That kid," Zhao Yunfan said softly, "really did it."