Although the competition field is glamorous, the daily training of professional players is quite boring.
Among these, the youth training camp that aims to "lay the foundation" is the most important, and its essence is to train people into "fighting machines."
In the early days of the e-sports circle, the prerequisites for joining the active team were: reaction speed within 0.2 seconds, positioning error within 3 centimeters, and attack landing point error within 1.5 centimeters.
In other words, use the program to generate a wooden man in front of you, with a red dot located at the heart position on the chest. You have to draw the sword within 0.2 seconds and accurately stab the red dot at the heart position, with an error of no more than 1.5 centimeters.
To reach this standard, at least tens of thousands of hours of practice are needed. The process is not joyful at all, but torture.
So the difference between e-sports players and professional gamers is that the former do not play games.
But work.
"I can't do it anymore!" After being knocked to the ground by Ask's Lion Fang, Medea threw away her sword and fell to the ground limply, crying, "I really have no strength left... I can't fight anymore..."
With a clang, Ask's sword stabbed into the ground in front of her: "If this were a real battlefield..."
"Then I'll die! Die!" Medea shouted in despair, "Is it okay to die? Even if I die, I won't have the strength to move anymore! You're a human being, you've been messing with me for half an hour, my body can't take it!"
"Don't tell dirty jokes." Ask's face darkened. "It was just a few sparring sessions. And I hit you with the back of my sword..."
"It's not a few times, it's hundreds of times, brother!" Medea burst into tears. "Your sword is so thick and hard, and my weak body has been covered with wounds! I feel like I'm dying!"
"I said, no dirty jokes!" Seeing that the girls around him were looking at him strangely, Ask could only cough awkwardly.
"How about this, I'll go out and see if there are any suitable people to recruit, and you can help me take care of everyone's training first. Practice each of the eight tactics 1,000 times, and no one should be left out."
"Can I use my psychic powers?" Medea asked.
"Okay." Ask thought for a moment, "But don't overdo it."
"Okay." Medea nodded and initiated a group mental suggestion. The girls around her immediately felt full of energy, as if they had endless energy.
"Hey, Medea, are you giving me a hint?" Nora was the first to notice something was wrong. She didn't like fighting and killing in the first place, but now she had inexplicably ignited her desire to practice swordsmanship.
"Lend me the book, I'm going out for a while." Ask said to her.
"Oh." Nora took out "Absurd Dream" from the bag behind her waist and handed it back to Ask.
The spirituality unfolded, touching the door, and Ask quickly returned to the real plane. Leaving the ancestral house, he stood on the stone steps outside the door and began to think in his mind.
There are currently two professions left to be recruited, one is a long-range gunner and the other is an arcane mage.
Relatively speaking, the team currently needs a long-range gunner, because the Arcane Mage is used to deal with monsters with higher physical defense, and such monsters are rare after all. Medea, who has the Fire I ability, can also temporarily play the role of a mage.