Inside the Trash Hypercube, within the Black Iron Fortress, the attacker sat in a control room.
A massive full-coverage helmet covered his head, with twelve thick cables extending from its crown and linking to the surrounding walls. Vast quantities of data flowed back and forth through the cables as he deployed his forces, directing the lower Demon Puppets into formation.
He had analyzed this battle a hundred times.
The more he analyzed it, the more wrong it felt.
He replayed every part of the previous attack, and countless doubts emerged.
The first major question was: when exactly had he been hypnotized?
He had already sensed something was wrong during the battle.
To solve this logical deadlock, he had specifically used the Rune Gloves to extract his memories and place them in the Computing Center for calculation. He played them again and again, even in reverse, then spent merit points on the Tian Ming Cult platform to check Shi Tiexin's purchase records. He concluded that he had indeed been hypnotized when their eyes met.
The information about the escape route had also been dug out after the hypnosis.
Then came the second major question: just how high was Shi Tiexin's growth rate?
There were countless cultivators in this world, as well as countless mathematicians and statisticians. Mathematical models for the growth rates of all kinds of geniuses had long since been established.
For Shi Tiexin to have trained his sharpness to that level in such a short time was already breathtakingly brilliant, the cream of the cream. How could he possibly have cultivated his mind arts to a level capable of hypnotizing him at the same time?
Fortunately, Shi Tiexin's trail was clear. Recordings of his various competitions could be found directly online, giving the attacker a chance to organize the