No one understood Ye Qiyan's weaknesses better than he did.
There was nothing particularly wrong with the City of a Thousand Stars' Think Tank's analysis.
He was indeed the type with more than enough explosive power but insufficient staying power.
But that was when he was not using [Trick Play × Champion Stance], being granted a small Miracle by Mingming, or using the [Supreme Overlord's Ring] to bestow that Prefix upon himself.
In the ordinary state of his [Transcender] mode alone.
His stamina indeed could not keep up with his mental expenditure.
Pei Yong was an Ancient Top-Level Train Conductor.
But in Ye Qiyan's eyes, she did not deserve the powers he only used against truly powerful opponents.
"Was it Bewitchment? That Demon Card!?"
Pei Yong stared behind Ye Qiyan, recalling how she had been constantly revealing the Think Tank's analysis of him and its countermeasures for the past three hours. An overwhelming nausea rose within her.
She had been controlled, bewitched.
But why?
Why hadn't the City of a Thousand Stars' Think Tank figured any of this out?
"Damned Demon!"
Pei Yong gritted her teeth. Feeling Ye Qiyan's aura suddenly grow stronger, while all the negative effects she herself had released proved completely ineffective, she finally began to distrust the City of a Thousand Stars' Think Tank.
But could the Think Tank be wrong?
Pei Yong was puzzled. After much hesitation, she still did not counterattack.
She still wanted to carry out the plan the Think Tank had taught her.
As long as she held on a little longer, Ye Qiyan could do nothing to her within her utterly impenetrable Blade Wall. If she kept wearing him down, victory was already within reach.
But all of this depended on one premise.
The premise was that Ye Qiyan was still