In Feng Du's understanding, it was absolutely impossible for someone's chess skills to improve so rapidly in such a short time.
Unless he had been pretending to be stupid before! But under my pressure, how could he have kept pretending?
Could it be an illusion? Was this brat pretending to be calm and unruffled now?
Filled with endless confusion,
Feng Du began playing with all his heart.
He began placing stones with a series of rapid clacks.
Both of them played very quickly.
In an instant, the chessboard in the sky was crisscrossed with black and white, like interlocking fangs. With more than thirty stones each, they had already begun probing and clashing in all directions.
After seventy moves, Fang Che placed another stone.
The two stones he had seemingly abandoned to Feng Du at the beginning, in order to seize territory, suddenly came back to life. They even revealed a formidable destructive force to come.
They began probing into Feng Du's territory, which was already almost taking shape.
Feng Du was now completely certain that Fang Che's enormous progress during this period was real. It was not an illusion of his own.
Although Feng Du could not understand at all: how had a top-tier chess player managed to improve so rapidly in such a short time?
This was not merely a matter of victory, defeat, or intelligence. How much motivation had to drive him for him to achieve such a breakthrough in a single day that carried him a thousand miles forward?
If it was all for the benefit he could gain by defeating me... then why had he not improved this rapidly when we played chess together before?
After being apart for three months, had he become an entirely different person?
That made no sense!
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