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

After Tang Ye's 1v3 match ended, the morale of the opposing team was completely crushed.

By the end of the match, Tang Ye's record had reached an astonishing level.

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Kills: 30

Deaths: 5

Assists: 2

ADR: 187

The rating is a terrifying 3.12!

Keep in mind that this is a rating of 3.0, but even under this standard, Tang still achieved a rating of 3 or higher, which is twice as high as his previous 1.5!

This match wasn't just a massacre; it was a one-sided, utter performance. Especially given Tang Ye's self-imposed limitation of "only using sniper rifles," these statistics seem even more unbelievable.

Although Tang still died five times, all of them were finished off by enemy crossfire. Even so, he still managed to secure numerous first kills for his team with his sniper rifle, creating countless numerical advantages and even winning four clutch situations!

The live chat was completely in a frenzy, filled with endless question marks and countless gift effects. From small items like spicy snacks to grand pronouncements about the emperor, the comments were numerous and eye-catching.

"Dad's home!"

"dev1ce: Kids, I'm back!"

"The A-segment is being played like a bot? That's outrageous!"

"The limits of humanity! The eternal father of machine-making!"

"Play ÷ Talk!"

In front of the camera, Tang also took off his headphones and let out a soft breath.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead; the mental fatigue from continuous high-intensity concentration was real, after all, he wasn't a superman.

Unlike the table tennis match, this fatigue was not physical, but mental. His head felt dizzy and even a little throbbing.

While "bullet time" allows him to dominate in Mirage, the high-pressure situations he faces in self-proving games take a toll far greater than when he plays more casually with his roommates.

He picked up the water bottle next to him, took a sip, and calmly said to the phone camera that was recording, "This game is over. Let's take a ten-minute break, turn off the live stream, switch accounts, and then continue with the next game."

With that, Tang temporarily turned off the camera.

Live stream room 6657 on a certain platform.

I haven't spoken in a long time because I've been playing with the machine.

His expression was extremely complex, a mixture of shock and bewilderment.

Finally, he moved and exhaled a long breath, as if to expel all the astonishment from his mind.

"Brothers... I really didn't expect it to end like this." His voice was a little hoarse, and he choked on his own, coughing twice.

"There's not much to say. 30 kills, 5 deaths, 187 ADR, that's about all you can achieve if you let dev1ce do it, okay?"

The man playing with the machine spoke faster and faster, and his emotions became increasingly agitated.

"This can't be explained by 'being in good form' or 'having a lucky shot.' Brothers, you need to understand that the best plays you usually make, those lucky shots, are just normal plays by professional players."

"And the person in front of me is even more exaggerated. Those professional-level reactions and operations are as easy and effortless for him as eating and drinking."

"If he really didn't use any cheats, then I can say right now that he is CNCS's ultimate weapon!"

"His reaction speed...is truly the limit of human capability!"

Wanji's words added fuel to the already raging fire of public opinion. His live stream chat exploded with comments like "CNCS's last hope" and "It's ignited!"

"God of Games, didn't you say you'd sponsor his professional gaming career?"

"Yeah, why aren't you contacting others yet!"

"If he doesn't go pro, it's absolutely outrageous!"

As he watched the comments on the screen, he took a deep breath and his expression became serious.

"Brothers, don't rush us. These things can't be rushed."

He paused, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity:

"I need to find a way to have a proper talk with this person who represents the limits of human capability."

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After the three rounds of self-proof, the entire internet was convinced.

Tang used three different accounts in these three games and achieved an average rating of 2, with memorable moments in each game.

What's most impressive is his almost superhuman reaction speed.

That's not just simple speed, it's a targeted, extremely fast reaction. There's no denying that his reaction speed is incredibly fast.

After successfully proving their innocence, Tang and his team thanked the machine users and viewers before ending the live stream.

During their short break that night, Tang and the other three gathered together to celebrate the success of their live stream.

"Brother Tang! No, God Tang! We've won so badly this time!" Wang Hanjie waved his fist, his face flushed with excitement.

"That was amazing, really amazing..." Huang Zihan kept looking at the amazing clips she had recorded on her phone, muttering to herself.

Zhao Yunfan was busy watching the rapidly increasing number of followers, gift revenue, and the flood of private messages in the live stream's backend. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "We're famous... Brother Tang, we're really famous! Our private messages are exploding! Some are asking if we can play together, some are asking if we take on apprentices, and several small teams have even sent us trial invitations?!"

Tang was so tightly embraced by them that he could hardly breathe, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.

The joy of proving his success finally relaxed his nerves, which had been tense all night. Although he was very tired, the overwhelming sense of accomplishment was real.

"Alright, alright," Tang said with a laugh, pushing Wang Hanjie away. "If you shake me any more, I'm going to throw up. Let's clean up and go out to eat, it's on me!"

"Absolutely!" Wang Hanjie slapped his thigh. "Let's go! To the barbecue stalls near the school gate! We're drinking until we drop!"

"Wait!" Huang Zihan adjusted her glasses and pointed at the computer screen. "Brother Tang, it looks like the computer sent you a private message!"

The air fell silent instantly.

All four of them crowded around the screen. At that moment, a short message appeared in the Bilibili private message bar from an ID with a verified badge, "CSGO Play Machine":

"Bro, you played really well! Can we chat on WeChat? My WeChat ID is: wanjiqi6657之114514."

The private message was followed by a thumbs-up emoji.

"Holy crap..." Wang Hanjie gasped, "It's really here! The God of Games is really coming for you!"

Zhao Yunfan was so excited he was practically dancing with joy: "Quickly add him, Brother Tang! He's a gaming god! A top-tier commentator in the CS scene! One word from him might just get you into a pro team!"

Tang looked at the WeChat account of the person playing with the machine and listened to the noise of his roommates around him. The strange feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer.

It seems that the path of CS (Computer Science) is indeed viable.

And it's not as simple as just proving your innocence and earning some pocket money.

He seems capable of going much further on the path of CS.