Lin Feng, Ceng Rui, Tang Bingyao, and Li Shiyi had taken turns playing the Gopher. Everyone had tried a few rounds, including Tang Bingyao, who had just taken the Gopher machine back. She had only managed to get between 5 minutes and 30 seconds to 6 minutes. It was very difficult for her to get back to her previous performance.
Because of this, everyone's reaction speed and hand speed could be clearly ranked.
Ceng Rui, who couldn't even last four minutes, was naturally the worst. Even though he was a support player, he still had to work hard to solidify his foundation.
Next was Li Shiyi. Five minutes was already a passable score among ordinary pro players, but it was still a long way from his peak performance. He also needed to train hard to make up for it.
Next up was Tang Bingyao. Comparing her performance to Li Shiyi's, it was clear that the girl's reflexes and hand speed were something that ordinary people could only envy. In fact, it was likely that she would only need a short amount of time to reach her previous record of seven minutes, which she had only been able to achieve previously.
As for a certain someone, he was without a doubt in first place.
After all, he was the strongest among them. He was close to recovering to his peak and had steadily stepped into the realm of the Four Emperors. He was able to get over seven minutes in the first round without turning red or heart rate. If he had some energy left over, he could get over seven and a half minutes or even eight minutes without a problem.
This was the dividing line between the Four Emperors and the Four Emperors.
Most pro players wouldn't be able to do this. Even world-class players would have to focus on hand speed.
The Seven Kings should be able to get between six and a half to seven minutes on average.
Seven minutes or more …
That was very difficult and depended on luck.
Of course, there were exceptions. For example, Morning Star, who was one of the Seven Kings but was just a bit away from the Four Emperors, could barely get seven and a half minutes if he tried the Gopher game. Players like Snowy Nightsong, who specialized in hand speed, could probably get that kind of result even if he wasn't one of the Seven Kings.
"I can give it to those guys later."
Lin Feng glanced at the Hamster in Tang Bingyao's hands as he walked. Her thoughts were simple and pure.
Good things should be shared with everyone.
But if something bad happened … he had to let the others have a taste of their own medicine.
It would be best if all the main players of the three LPL club teams were equipped with one of these for hand speed training. When that time came, they could already foresee a gloomy and gloomy scene. Just thinking about it made people feel like gloating and looking forward to it.
"Don't think about screwing people over all day long. Think about your own situation first."
Number One couldn't stand it any longer, so he scolded a certain someone again.
"Do you think the standard is too low?"
"Eight and a half minutes is too easy?"
… … … …
Could humans really do it?
Tang Bingyao couldn't help but widen her eyes. Ten minutes. Just seven minutes was already her limit. There was no way she could replicate it again. But ten minutes … Even Senior Bullet, whom she admired so much, might not be able to do it.
Number Five seemed to have read Tang Bingyao's mind and smiled.
"As for your master … he was able to do it back then. Now that he's a little older, it'll definitely be very difficult for him to do this, but he should still be able to do it."
In comparison, a certain someone who was given such a heaven-defying and insane mission almost coughed up blood when he heard it.
"Ten minutes!?"
"Hey, hey, Senior, even you wouldn't be able to do this!"
Number One, on the other hand, had a calm expression on his face. He didn't deny or acknowledge Ye Ci's strong suspicions. He just casually said, "I'm not a hand speed demon like Bullet, so of course I wouldn't do this kind of challenge for no reason."
However, the next moment, he paused and looked at a certain someone with a playful smile.
"However —"
Seeing the playful expression on Number One's face, a certain someone began to feel that something was amiss. "But what?"
Number One shrugged and said as if nothing had happened.
"But that Han brat can already do it."
This time, it was Li Shiyi who couldn't help but exclaim, "That's impossible! F … he can do it for ten minutes now?!"
His tone was filled with disbelief.
Compared to Lin Feng, Li Shiyi had also fought against Han Shihao countless times in the past. His understanding of the current world's number one mid was not much inferior to that of the former. Even so, he still could not believe the news that Number One had just said at this moment.
Eight minutes was the dividing line for hand speed in the Yonkō realm.
Every second of charging upwards was a hurdle, and it consumed his physical and mental strength crazily.
Li Shiyi still remembered that after being trained by the hamster game machine for countless hours, the best time the two of them had ever achieved was between 8 minutes and 30 seconds to 8 minutes and 40 seconds. Even the one who was undoubtedly the strongest among them ….
It was 8 minutes and 53 seconds.
Moreover, it was played the night before the S1 World Finals, the set of best-of-five matches.
This meant that Number One was undoubtedly at his absolute peak, and that 8 minutes and 53 seconds was also the limit of what he could achieve.
But compared to ten minutes … there was still a disparity that was like the difference between heaven and earth.
"Wait a minute —"
Suddenly, Ceng Rui, who was next to him, seemed to remember something. He looked at Number One and said, "Senior, but I remember you clearly saying that if it's F, he can only do it at least 8 minutes and a half —"
It was indeed what he had just said, but Number One, who had been questioned, still showed a nonchalant expression.
He smiled and said, "I just said it casually.
"I didn't intend to tell you this news so early —"
His tone was still casual, and even his explanation was light, without much effort to prove the truth of his words.
But at this moment, Lin Feng's expression had changed.
His relaxed and joking appearance had long since disappeared. Instead, he stared at Number One in front of him and said in a low voice,
"Ten minutes … is it true?"
It was a question.
But it sounded like he was already sure of it.
Number One narrowed his eyes.
"Do you have any objections to the news from Senior Number Four?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere instantly turned silent.
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