CHAPTER 188: ETHAN VS NOAH!

The other professional players chimed in with confirmations, their coordination showing the difference that separated amateur enthusiasts from tournament-level competitors.

"World championship qualification is only three weeks away," Their captain reminded them. "Every practice session matters for fine-tuning our team synergy."

World championship. The biggest tournament in their game’s competitive scene.

Ethan felt his heart beat quicken with anticipation at the stakes involved. Qualifying for world championship would transform his gaming hobby into a legitimate career opportunity while providing financial security for himself.

Naturally, Ethan, who was in his teenage years, wanted to have the freedom to buy the things he wanted without worrying about burdening his family. Whilst they were well off, they weren’t in a position to get him what he wanted, like the new sneakers that dropped, or various other things that people at his age wanted.

Furthermore, seeing his cousin’s success drove Ethan to become a better version of himself. To reach the heights that his cousin did, to become rich and bless his family and perhaps one day pay back Noah for what he had done for him.

"Let’s show them what we can do," Ethan said with determination, too engrossed in team preparation.

The matchmaking algorithm worked its magic, balancing skill levels and connection quality to create fair, competitive matches for hundreds of thousands of simultaneous players.

Match Found!

Entering in 3...2...1!

Both Noah and Ethan’s professional teams received the same notification simultaneously, neither realising that family members were about to compete against each other in what would become an unexpectedly personal gaming session.

The loading screen displayed team compositions while players prepared for battle.

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"Remember, stay grouped and communicate everything," the captain instructed as the match environment loaded around both teams.

They were currently in a 5v5 tactical shooter mode where coordination and precise aim determined victory. The high-stakes competitive format demanded both individual skill and team strategy to succeed against organised opponents.

The round began with the familiar tension that characterised serious competitive play. Ethan’s team had been assigned to the attacking side for the first half, requiring them to coordinate pushes against defensive positions while managing limited resources.

Ethan, still completely engrossed with his team’s tactical discussions, hadn’t bothered checking the opposing roster. Even if he had examined individual player names, Noah’s streamer mode would have hidden his actual username behind generic placeholder text.

"Basic weapons first round," called their in-game leader as the team purchased standard weapons and utility items. "Save economy for better equipment in round two."

Ethan’s professional team moved together toward their designated attack routes, their training evident in smooth positioning and timing that amateur teams rarely achieved.

Meanwhile, on the defending side, Noah coordinated with his randomly matched teammates about defensive positioning.

"I’ll handle the common chokepoint," Noah announced, selecting a defensive position that would utilise his agent’s special abilities effectively. "My kit works well for slowing pushes through that corridor."

His enhanced reflexes and agility translated remarkably well to competitive gaming, providing reaction times that were much higher compared to normal human capabilities.

The attack began with Ethan’s team executing a coordinated multi-site assault designed to overwhelm defensive positions through simultaneous pressure. But while they focused their main push on one side of the map, a flanking player attempted to breach Noah’s defensive position.

Pop!

Noah’s enhanced reaction time allowed him to eliminate the flanking attacker with precision that would have impressed professional players; his aim adjustment appeared at speeds that seemed almost fake in their perfection.

"Nice pick," called one of his teammates. "That stops their split push completely."

But the celebration proved premature as reports came in from across the map.

"Four people!" called another defender. "They broke through the main site!"

Noah found himself alone against Ethan’s remaining four teammates, who had successfully eliminated his allies and planted the explosive device that would secure round victory unless he could achieve an improbable comeback.

Noah made his way towards the site where the plant was bombed. As he made his way, one of the team members encountered Noah, and they immediately started shooting.

Pop! Headshot!

The first elimination came as Noah’s aim allowed him to get the pick quickly. Unfortunately, the kill didn’t come for free; the other player had hit a body shot, which made his health lower.

Pop! Pop! Another down!

His supernatural aim consistency continued as hand-eye coordination made shots that should have been difficult feel like aim-bot.

"What the hell?" came a voice from the attacking team’s voice chat. "This guy’s aim is insane!"

But professional teams earned their reputation through tactical superiority rather than individual skill alone. As Noah moved for his third elimination, the remaining attackers established a crossfire position that made an approach impossible without exposing himself to multiple angles simultaneously.

Pop!

Noah managed to eliminate the third opponent but found himself caught in the prepared crossfire setup, with his low health too; his reflexes were insufficient to overcome the positioning and tactical advantage.

"Good round," Ethan called to his team as they secured the victory. "That defender had incredible aim, but our coordination pulled us through."

The game continued through multiple rounds, with Noah’s aim creating spectacular individual performances that kept his team competitive despite facing a professional team.

His reflexes allowed him to win impossible clutch situations—five rounds where he eliminated entire enemy teams single-handedly when his teammates fell early.

But while Noah’s enhanced agility provided incredible aim and reaction time, his positioning, game sense, and tactical knowledge remained at amateur levels that professional teams could exploit through superior strategy.

After twelve rounds, the scoreboard showed 7-5 in favour of Ethan’s professional team. The agility stat had kept Noah competitive, but coordinated teamwork and professional-level game knowledge provided advantages that individual skill couldn’t overcome with mere reflexes.

They’re better as a team. My agility boost could only go so far against such high-level execution and knowledge of the map. Noah thought, sighing at the inevitable loss situation he was thrust into. The problem was that two members of his team were actually drunk!