Even in the nine thousand years of Great Shang, he had many names and incarnations, leaving behind many mythical chess games, chess manuals, and endgames.
How could this old man defeat him?
They were on completely different levels.
After one round, the dean of Tingxue Academy was already drenched in sweat…
The old man felt like he was playing Go for the first time.
The method that he was so proud of was actually incomparably clumsy in front of this youth.
The ingenious hand that he had once been secretly proud of was like a reckless beast that thought he was right. It charged left and right in the inescapable net woven by the young man's pure white chess pieces, but it could not get out.
What was even more ridiculous was that the old man actually felt as if the young man in front of him was "guiding" him.
