The second game, however, was lost by Yang Fei.
But it was not an easy win for Golden Buddha.
Only he knew how many strategies he had arranged and how much thought he had expended.
Only then did Yang Fei accidentally fall into the trap, missing just one move.
Though he had won, it was merely a Pyrrhic victory.
Sure enough, in the third game, Golden Buddha lost again.
Golden Buddha pushed aside the chessboard and sighed deeply.
"I'm enlightened, your martial arts are peerless, and your mind and reactions are top-notch,"
"Having a fervent battle with you is an honor for me, Golden Buddha."
His face, under the sunlight, seemed to be covered with a layer of golden dust, only his eyes remained strikingly clear.
"Seven days from now, I'll wait for you on the High Seas, unconcerned with victory or defeat, life or death, let us fight freely."
As he said this, he shook his head bitterly.
