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

After successfully eliminating the hero AK Blitz, the Mongolian team's offensive naturally crumbled.

"Sure." Mo Siyu smiled and bumped fists with Tang Ye, her smile becoming much kinder.

In reality, this small coordinated attack wasn't difficult to execute, but it heavily relied on the sniper's individual accuracy. However, Mo Siyu found that he could confidently entrust his back to this young man.

His marksmanship is incredibly consistent, and his individual performance is exceptionally good, allowing him to pull off all sorts of unexpected maneuvers.

Given time, he will definitely become a CNCS star player like Xiao Ju.

No, perhaps even higher.

Mo Siyu looked at Tang Ye's profile. There was no arrogance on that young face, only the usual calm after a series of maneuvers. This kind of mentality is even more precious than his marksmanship.

The training match ended quickly, even more easily than the Tianlu team had anticipated.

They built a huge 9-3 lead in the first half, and their victory in the pistol round in the second half sealed the outcome of this training match.

The training room was filled with laughter, and 259's smile almost reached his ears.

This young man seems to be even more formidable than he expected.

I thought Tang would be a little uncomfortable playing in official training matches, but he actually integrated very well, even giving Hamburg's commanders more options.

The Mongolian team seemed completely unable to adapt to the changes brought by Tang Ye, always being led by the nose by Tianlu and playing timidly. Even when they called out a good tactic, it was always destroyed by Tang Ye's powerful individual ability.

"You played really well. I was a little worried about Jee." Hamburger patted Tang Ye on the shoulder and smiled like a child.

As a commander, he played so comfortably this game, just like Russian player Chopper, who simply let Donk win.

"It seems like the other side wasn't playing seriously, so it was kind of lucky," Tang replied modestly.

After all, no one really uses their best moves in scrims; it's basically a default opening strategy followed by a pre-determined play. The main purpose of scrims is to fine-tune mid-game coordination, endgame handling, player performance, and confidence.

But all things considered, winning is definitely the best outcome.

"What, you're done playing?"

Just then, Zhong Weijie pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the beaming smiles on everyone's faces, he immediately understood: "They won?"

"That was brutal," Hamburger laughed. "Brother Jie, you'd better keep this good talent!"

Mo Siyu and Xiao Ju nodded vigorously in agreement.

"What, you don't miss JEE anymore?" Chung Wei-chieh smiled.

Mo Siyu replied without hesitation: "You know, Jee is my brother. We've fought side by side and defeated many opponents. And Tang Ye is incredibly strong, so I think he should bring his talent to Tianlu. As for Jee, I wish him all the best in the second team."

After comparing the training matches with Tang Ye with the training matches played together, the Tianlu team realized something.

It's not that JEE isn't strong, it's that Tang is just too strong!

As a professional player, JEE undoubtedly possesses strong individual skills, but he is highly dependent on his form. When he's in good form, he can even deliver a famous line like "Donk seems to be no match for me" when he faces off against Donk. However, if he's not in good form, he can easily become the team's weak point.

As for Tang Ye, this sniper not only possesses extremely strong individual skills, but also demonstrates unexpected stability and a strong mentality.

Whether it's a clutch situation or a decision-making exercise, he seems to be able to find the optimal solution, which is rare among professional players.

Zhong Weijie nodded, but didn't rule out any possibility of a definitive conclusion: "Tang is indeed strong, but it's only a training match so far, so it's hard to tell much..."

However, when Zhong Weijie got to this point, he received a message from the Mongolian team coach, maaRaa.

maaRaa: "You have a great newbie on your team :)"

Chung Wei-chieh: "He played really well, right? I think he has a lot of talent."

maaRaa: "I think so too. He's an interesting guy, and I hope to meet him in a professional match."

Finally, maaRaa added a sentence.

"If we have the chance, we'd like to play a few more practice matches against him. Our lads rarely have that urge for revenge anymore."

"Take good care of this promising talent; he might just be the hope of all of Asia!"

As someone who watched the entire training match, maaRaa found the talent of this young player named g0d to be obvious.

That wasn't just a decent performance; it was an overwhelming display of dominance.

910, their team's ace sniper, ranked among the top three snipers in Asia, was utterly outmatched by an unknown rookie today. bLitz, their mastermind, a tactical genius, had all his planned tactics torn apart by a rookie's pure individual skill.

If possible, maaRaa really hopes that this young man named g0d is of Mongolian origin.

Thinking of this, maaRaa remembered someone's name.

"Where is that guy herding sheep now..." maaRaa said wistfully.

Zhong Weijie stared at the line of text on his phone screen, stunned for several seconds.

The hope of all of Asia?

That's far too high a rating.

He handed the phone to 259, who glanced at it and his eyes widened instantly: "My goodness, does the Mongolian coach see you as a rival?"

Tang also leaned over to take a look, scratched his head, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "This... is too exaggerated, isn't it? I only played one practice match..."

"One match?" Hamburger raised an eyebrow. "Dude, you really broke the Mongolian team's mentality in that match. Look at those guys, 910, bLitz, aren't they all top Asian players? And you, you just spun them around until they were numb."

Xiao Ju leaned back in her chair and slowly said, "In all my years as a professional player, you're the first person a Mongolian coach has ever sent me a message to praise.

When he said this, his eyes held a complex emotion—admiration, recognition, and a hint of envy.

Back when he first debuted, he was full of vigor and was hailed as the hope of CNCS. But at that time, no foreign coach sent him any messages to praise him.

Mo Siyu leaned closer and asked cheekily, "Brother Jie, what's the result of our trial?"

Zhong Weijie rolled his eyes at him: "What's the rush? Two weeks is two weeks. But..."

"It might not take two weeks."

Zhong Weijie spoke casually, but everyone understood the underlying meaning.

There was a moment of silence in the training room, then Mo Siyu was the first to react: "Brother Jie, are you going to sign him right away?"

"I didn't say that." Zhong Weijie waved his hand, but the smile in the corner of his eyes betrayed him. "However... this kid's performance today did save the coaching staff a lot of observation time."

Tang blinked. "So I can become a youth training player right now?"

Zhong Weijie just smiled.

"Think about your professional ID."