The Blue Haired Man frowned. How long had it been? Lu Yin still hadn't passed out. Something was wrong.
As he struggled against Lu Yin, the Thousand-Faced Player's confidence in winning grew weaker and weaker. He realized that no matter how he dragged at Lu Yin's consciousness, he couldn't pull it away. Lu Yin looked as if he might pass out at any moment, but he never did. His consciousness wasn't so sturdy that it couldn't be shaken, but it was like a swimming fish: even when dragged off course, it quickly recovered.
Gradually, the Thousand-Faced Player realized something was off. Was this guy fishing for an opening?
His guess was right. Lu Yin was fishing for an opening, pitting his consciousness against the Thousand-Faced Player's like an angler reeling in a fish.
When it came to controlling consciousness, how could he compare to the Thousand-Faced Player? His only option was to stay steady while luring the Thousand-Faced Player into attacking again and again.
People had limited physical stamina, and the same was true of battles of consciousness.
If the Thousand-Faced Player attacked too many times, he would eventually grow tired. He had already underestimated Lu Yin.
Fishing was an interesting activity. Catching a fish didn't mean you could just haul it in—you needed skill. Lu Yin wasn't much of an angler, but he'd heard a thing or two about it. Applying those lessons here happened to be just the way to deal with the Thousand-Faced Player.
Seeing that the Thousand-Faced Player had seen through him, Lu Yin straightened up. His vision was clear, his head no longer spinning, and he had returned to normal. "Come on. Let's get started."
The Thousand-Faced Player stared blankly. He had given it everything he had, and this despicable scoundrel had still tricked him.