Xue An's opponent was taken aback when he heard this.
Lost?
What lost?
Clearly, I was the one about to lose, okay?
This chess master, notorious for his sleazy playing style, was filled with sorrow and indignation. He had never imagined there could be someone in the world whose style of chess was even more despicable than his, to the point of making one's skin crawl.
That coquettish positioning, the amusing setups, all drove the chess master to an almost blood-vomiting frenzy.
He had even prepared himself to sacrifice pieces and concede defeat.
And at this moment, Xue An was saying he's lost?
Just then, a burst of exclamations erupted from the audience.
"My God, is this the true strength of Lord Jing?"
Because at this moment, the match between Zhuge Xuanqing and Jing Tianrui had reached a fever pitch.
