On the day Xu Xing was put up for sale by his team, his former club said: "This guy has slow hands and poor reflexes. He will be a substitute for the rest of his life."
No one knew that a line of code that only he could see had just appeared on the inside of his wrist holding the mouse——
[Nerve response optimization completed, current hand speed: 600APM, beyond human limits.
After transferring to a new team, Xu Xing sat in front of the e-sports chair, took off his wristband, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
The anti-fans in the live broadcast room were still taunting the screen. The next second, his blind monk touched the eyes and roundhouse kicked three buttons in one second, double C in an instant.
The manager of his old club dropped his headphones on the spot, which shocked the entire league.
"Aren't you talking about trash? Is this a fucking monster?!"
