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

"Against the Mongolian team?" Tang Ye's words were tinged with surprise.

The Mongolian team refers to The MongolZ, the absolute dominant force in Mongolian CS, ranked number one in Asia, and consistently ranking between 5th and 15th in the world. The team is extremely strong and can be considered the best team in Asia.

Its core commander, bLitz, known as the "Great Khan of the Mongols," is a tactical genius skilled in fast breaks and changing the pace of the game. He is the team's absolute core and a strong contender for the title of Asia's best commander.

Now, Zhong Weijie is actually letting Tang Ye, who just came to participate in the trial, fight against him. What's going on?

Seeing that Tang Ye still had some doubts, Zhong Weijie told Tang Ye the truth.

"Yes." Zhong Weijie nodded, his expression somewhat serious. "We scheduled two practice matches with TheMongolZ. The first one just finished, and we lost 8-13."

He paused, glanced towards the training area, and lowered his voice: "JEE isn't in good form. He missed several crucial shots. I think he's a bit mentally unstable, so I sent him down to adjust."

Tang followed his gaze. Through the glass door of the training area, he could see several members of Tianlu Team One sitting together, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

JEE sat in front of the computer with her head down, gripping the mouse in her hand, her shoulders slightly slumped, looking as if all her energy had been drained away.

"The team isn't in great shape right now. Besides JEE, Bai Cai is also having a bit of a mental breakdown. He can't keep up with the shots, and he's even wasting some items," Zhong Weijie continued. "I've asked them to take a break and get back into shape. As for the vacant positions, you and Ling Feng will fill in."

Tang was taken aback for a moment and looked at Ling Feng. The latter was much calmer than him, and simply nodded slightly, seemingly unsurprised by the arrangement.

"The two of us?" Tang pointed to himself. "But we're here for tryouts..."

"What's wrong with the trial?" Zhong Weijie interrupted him. "I believe in your ability. Esports is always about skill. Or do you think you can't beat the Mongolian team?"

Tang could tell that these words were a bit of a provocation, and Zhong Weijie was truly at his wit's end.

They lost the first game 8-13. JEE and Bai Cai were in terrible form, and the remaining three couldn't carry the team no matter how hard they tried.

Zhong Weijie's idea was simple: let Bai Cai and JEE go down and adjust their condition, and let the most promising Tang Ye and Ling Feng go up and take over, who might be able to play an unexpected role.

Since Zhong Weijie had said so, Tang Ye no longer declined.

Winning would be a huge win, losing wouldn't be a loss. After all, the opponent is a strong Mongolian team. As long as the defeat isn't too humiliating, and we can also learn some experience from it, then we've completely achieved our goal.

After a while, Zhong Weijie brought Ling Feng and Tang Ye to the training room. As soon as they pushed open the door, a stuffy smell hit them.

"Where are JEE and Cabbage?" Hamburger asked the moment he saw Zhong Weijie.

"Go and rest." Zhong Weijie said succinctly, "Those two have been having some issues lately, so Tang Ye and Ling Feng will fill in for them this time."

Xiao Ju raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Tang Ye. Her gaze held both scrutiny and a hint of expectation.

After Senzu went to herd sheep in Meimei, the enemy Mongolian sniper 910 can be said to be the number one sniper in Asia at this moment.

However, Xiao Ju's mind was still filled with Tang Ye's two 180-degree flick shots.

Maybe this kid really has a chance.

"Sure," Mo Siyu smiled. "It'll be a good opportunity to see what the limits of human potential are like against Asia's number one."

After greeting Tang Ye and Ling Feng, the group sat down and began adjusting the equipment.

Keyboard, mouse, mousepad, monitor angle, seat height... every detail matters. In professional competitions, even the slightest discomfort can affect performance.

Ling Feng sat down in the cabbage seat, his movements much more practiced than Tang Ye's—after all, he was a legitimate graduate of Tianlu Youth Training and was very familiar with these procedures.

During a break from debugging, Xiao Ju leaned over and handed her a piece of paper: "This is our team's tactics paper. Take a look."

Tang took it and quickly scanned it.

It records all sorts of basic tactics, and the specific tasks that a sniper in the team needs to perform in these tactics; the whole process is very detailed.

However, the tactics were too complicated, and each tactic required different positions, responsibilities, and tools, so Tang was somewhat unresponsive for a while.

"It's okay, take your time," Hamburger comforted him. "Once you're in the game, just play well, listen to the instructions, and don't feel pressured."

"Hmm." Tang nodded, after all, the Mongolian team was no weak team, it was a true top-tier team.

But that's what makes it challenging.

A slight smile appeared on Tang Ye's lips.

Inside the training room, the five members of the Mongolian team were still basking in the afterglow of their previous victory.

"Jee was really stunned today." Techno leaned back in his chair with a slight smile. "In the last wave, he set up a VIP booth, and I just pulled him out directly. He actually had no room to run."

910 rubbed his wrist and said casually, "It's normal. He's mentally fragile. Every time we've fought TyLoo, we always attack Jee first. If we break him down, half of TyLoo's defenses collapse."

mzinho chimed in, a hint of smugness on his young face: "Brother 910, wasn't my teamwork pretty good just now? B's flash shot took out two of his units."

"Not bad." 910 glanced at him. "It's just that you were a little slow in throwing the props. Be careful next time."

mzinho pouted but did not refute.

Substitute Controlez leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen in his hand, saying nothing. Although he was a substitute, he was the oldest and the most composed. After winning the first game, he didn't join the younger players in their excitement; instead, he was thinking about the next game.

"Alright, stop getting too cocky," bLitz finally said.

The commander of this Mongolian team is undoubtedly the core of the team. His voice wasn't loud, but as soon as he spoke, everyone fell silent.

bLitz stared at the screen, his brows furrowed slightly.

"The other team has changed players."

Several people immediately looked at the screen.

Sure enough, the player IDs on TyLoo's side had changed. Jee and Attacke were gone, replaced by two unfamiliar IDs.

g0d

Feng

"g0d? Feng?" Techno read it aloud, frowning. "Who's that? Never heard of him."

mzinho leaned closer to the screen, as if trying to see the two IDs clearly: "New faces, from TyLoo's youth academy?"

"I guess so," 910 analyzed. "Jee and Attacke were knocked out, so they brought in two youth academy players to give them some experience. Anyway, they already lost the first game, so the second game is just for training."

Techno laughed, a hint of disdain in his smile: "Youth training? They're sending their youth training team against us? Is TyLoo admitting defeat?"

"You can't say that," 910 waved his hand, his tone exactly like Techno's. "We're going to lose anyway, so what difference does it make who plays? It's good to bring in someone from the youth academy to gain experience."

mzinho chimed in, "Then I'll go check out this g0d later. His ID is so arrogant, let me see if he's a real god or a fake one."

Techno glanced at him: "Just don't crash, kid."

"How could that be?" mzinho said confidently. "We crushed Jee. Sending in a youth academy player would just be feeding them."

The group chatted and laughed, creating a relaxed atmosphere as if they were playing a regular ranked game.

To be honest, it's practically the same as playing ranked games. For the current Mongolian team, playing against TyLoo is indeed no different from playing ranked games.

Only bLitz didn't laugh.

He stared at the ID "g0d" on the screen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

g0d.

Anyone who dares to use such an ID is either an incredibly arrogant fool or someone who actually has some skill.

bLitz recalled a video from the community.

He was a young man with extremely fast reflexes; the sniper rifle in his hands was like lightning, swift and deadly.

And that person's Steam ID is g0d.

"Techno," bLitz began.

Techno turned his head: "Hmm?"

"Keep an eye on that g0d for a bit."

Techno4K paused for a moment, then laughed: "Hey, you're overthinking it. How good can a youth academy player be? We crushed Jee. What can a youth academy player possibly do?"

mzinho chimed in, "Exactly. Don't worry, Khan, when I run into him, I'll give him a good thrashing."

910 laughed and said, "It's good for young people to be confident, but don't be too arrogant. But honestly, someone from the youth training program shouldn't be taken too seriously."

Only substitute Controlez remained silent.

Looking at bLitz's expression, he vaguely sensed something.

bLitz was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "It's always better to be careful. The person who would get Tianlu to replace Jee at this time can't be an ordinary character."

Techno4K wanted to say something, but when he met bLitz's gaze, he swallowed his words.

"Okay, okay, I got it." He waved his hand. "I'll keep an eye on it."

bLitz didn't say anything more.

He took one last look at the ID on the screen—g0d.

"I hope I'm just overthinking it," he thought to himself.

But he had already secretly become more vigilant.

When hunting on the grasslands, the most dangerous creatures are often not the wild beasts that are easy to spot, but the hunters who lurk in the shadows and remain silent.