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

The camera in the contestants' passage showed a door marked "Makeup Room," which was half-open, with warm yellow light shining through the crack.

259 walked at the front, stretching her shoulders as she went: "Come on, let's go get our makeup done first. The organizers said they'll be editing a promotional video after the competition, so we need to get ready."

The three went to the backstage dressing room to finalize their looks, where they encountered the other contestants.

Danking, Leonkai, Play Machine, csboy, ququ, Juebao who can't fly a Desert Eagle, and others.

259 also stepped forward and shook hands with the person playing with the machine: "This All-Star game is truly a gathering of talents! The organizers are incredibly generous!"

"Not at all!" Wanna waved his hand, his gaze falling on Ling Feng behind him. "Brother Ling Feng, long time no see!"

Ling Feng nodded, shook hands, and smiled, "Hello, Brother Wan."

The man playing with the machine glanced at Ling Feng, his gaze lingering on his wrist for a moment, but he didn't ask anything. He simply patted Ling Feng on the shoulder and said, "Play well, good luck!"

The moment he saw Tang Ye, he stood still and stared at Tang Ye for a few seconds.

"Brother Tang, hello, hello!"

"Hello, Brother Wan!" Tang was somewhat flattered and shook hands with him.

At 30, his youthful arrogance in playing games has faded, but his eyes still burn with the passion for Counter-Strike.

Playing with the machine, he looked at the handsome and exceptionally talented young man in front of him.

I can't quite remember what Liu Yibo looked like at eighteen.

As we get older, many things have been completely forgotten.

But he remembers that feeling—the feeling of having just entered this industry, knowing nothing, yet relying on his youthful body to feel invincible.

"I wish I could go back to that age..."

"Not bad, young man!" Danking came over to greet Tang Ye, but his speech was a bit slurred because he was chewing on a bottle of He Cheng Tian Xia cigarettes given to him by fans. "You really are a rising star! I'm truly impressed by your performance, really! It's just that old bastard Leon Kai is too cunning, openly using a boosting service!"

Tang simply scratched his head and said, "Just lucky."

Leonkai blushed upon hearing this, and weakly protested like Kong Yiji, "How can you slander someone's innocence like this..."

"What innocence? I saw Tang beat me up with your own eyes, he beat me mercilessly."

Leon Kai's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, as he argued, "Self-verification doesn't count as boosting... Self-verification! Can helping him prove himself count as boosting?"

After Leon Kai finished speaking, he continued with some incomprehensible remarks, such as "This is all for the future of CNCS" and "I didn't want to talk about this in the first place," which made everyone laugh and the room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside, and a staff member came in.

"Demon lords, it's time to prepare to enter!"

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The moment I stepped into the venue, it felt like the whole world was cheering for me.

The hairs on my body stood on end, my pores opened, and my fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Below the stage, there was a massive, dark crowd. They waved all sorts of support signs, their faces beaming with enthusiastic smiles.

And now, he stands in the center of the stadium, feeling the overwhelming passion of the crowd.

"Welcome to our Superman Cup offline All-Star match! This competition will be the most competitive and talked-about event in its history!"

On stage, One-Shot Superman was passionately introducing the two Demon King teams to the thousands of audience members below.

"Group A is led by our former TyLoo commander, 259! The team members are: Lingfeng, the top player on both platforms and a former TyLoo youth academy trainee; Tang Ye, whose reaction speed surpasses human limits and who's currently riding high; Leonkai, who has both good character and excellent marksmanship; and the eternal god of CNCS commentary, the one who killed that guy from Shijiazhuang—Playing with Machines!!"

Let's welcome them with applause!

The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause. Tang followed behind 259, and amidst the cheers and flashing lights of the crowd, he arrived at the center of the stage.

"Next up is our Demon King Group B, led by the Tiger of Ulaanbaatar, former Tianlu sniper danking! Its members are: C+'s Absolute Killer, CNCS's Miserable Ghost Sniper! CNCS's Cannibal, the Mudslide of the Commentary World—ququ! The Big Brother of CS Commentary—csboy! Twin Phantoms, Desert Eagle Emperor—Juebao Who Can't Use a Desert Eagle!"

When these ten people gathered together, the audience went wild with joy.

What is this? This is the CS Spring Festival Gala!

I have no choice but to watch this now.

"Now, let's move on to our pre-match trash talk! Players from Group B, do you have anything you want to say to the Demon King S on the other side?" One-Shot Man handed the microphone to the Demon King Group B.

Danking took the microphone and laughed at 259, "Old 9, although you're fine, I'll make you as helpless as a chicken on the map today! Get ready to receive the stun gun's punishment! Ah~ (imitates the sound of an agent being stunned)"

The entire audience was stunned for a second.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Awesome!"

"How dare you! You murder your father!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience. 259 pursed his lips shyly and shook his head.

The microphone was handed to Juebao.

"Ling Feng, I heard you're the number one player on both the Perfect World 5e and Dual Platforms, but we, Demon King C+, will use the most exquisite teamwork to beat you so badly you won't even be able to leave your base!"

Another wave of thunderous laughter erupted from the audience, but Ling Feng simply smiled and shook his head.

Juebao handed the microphone to Ghost Sniper, whose target was clear: Tang Ye.

Ghost Sniper: "Tang Ye, while your sniping is indeed fast, mine is no joke either. You won't be able to react to this shot!"

Upon hearing this, the entire audience burst into laughter.

Ghost Sniper's strength is obvious to all. He can handle a C+ in a bomb, but trying to compete with Tang Ye is a bit presumptuous.

However, since trash talk was just for the sake of the show, no one took it to heart.

Maybe s1mple is indeed the Ghost Sniper, but can he beat Tang Ye, who is comparable to somebody?

That's very difficult.

When the trash talk started directed at Tang Ye himself, he could feel all eyes on him.

This made him more nervous, but also seemed to... make him enjoy it more.

Ququ, CSboy, and most of the members of Team B, especially Lingfeng and 259, gave very formulaic speeches. They mostly expressed their hopes for CNCS to improve and for a truly exciting match.

Perhaps due to their age, or perhaps out of fear that their words might be ambiguous and cause a public outcry, they all spoke very conservatively.

While saying this kind of thing is unlikely to cause any problems, it doesn't sound very interesting and seems a bit boring.

But when the microphone was handed to Tang Ye, the situation changed.

As he looked at the dense crowd below the stage, now all silent and eager to hear what he had to say, a strange feeling stirred within him.

If we're going to talk trash to make the show more entertaining, let's go all out and be even more outrageous!

Looking at the audience below the stage, Tang became even more determined in his idea.

"If you ask me, none of these people over there can beat me," Tang said slowly. "In this world, there is only one person who can defeat me."

"Who?" One-Shot Superman became interested. The audience was also drawn in by Tang Ye's words.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Tang smiled and slowly revealed an ID.

"Only Forsaken can punish me!"