Rage of the Incompetent

"Wait!"

Just as Fang Cheng was preparing to lead everyone out, Isis called out to stop him.

"What is it?"

"Do you intend to launch a direct assault just like this?"

"What else?"

Fang Cheng asked, puzzled, "Are we supposed to challenge them to one-on-one duels?"

Currently, their side held the advantage in both numbers and strength. Given Fang Cheng's habits, there was certainly no need for anything flashy; he preferred to simply charge in and steamroll them.

"We certainly don't need to duel."

Isis explained, "But Ophi and Ghost Rider will definitely try to join forces with Dracula again, looking for a way to create a one-on-one scenario. You should have heard the anecdote about the horse race..."

She recounted the story, which was similar to the tale of Tian Ji's horse race.

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Are you a tapeworm in their stomachs? You can even guess this."

Isis smiled. "It's not that my guess is particularly accurate; if they want to secure any chance of victory, this is the only way. Anyone with a bit of intelligence should be able to figure it out."

Fang Cheng and Peng Jie both wore expressions that said, I feel like I just heard you call me stupid.

However, Isis's speculation was highly probable. If the trio of Ophi really adopted the strategy of the horse race, they might actually manage to scrape together a sliver of a chance.

Although they would certainly lose to Fang Cheng in the end, the damage caused in the process would be significant.

If they weren't vigilant, everyone except Fang Cheng could potentially be wiped out in a single wave.

Fang Cheng pondered, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"It's simple."

Isis raised her hand and, with her slender, elegant fingers,