The next day, Xuan Mo continued going to the Chess Hall to study under Bai Chuan. Over the following days, Xuan Mo practically lived at the Chess Hall. Watching his chess skills improve at lightning speed, Bai Chuan was so astonished that his jaw nearly hit the floor. This kid was simply a genius. His sense for chess and comprehension far surpassed ordinary people's, and he was a complete chess fanatic, spending nearly all his time playing.
"Xuan Mo, you learned the 'Second Line Flying' this quickly? That move is extremely difficult to master!" Bai Chuan couldn't help exclaiming as he looked at the white stone Xuan Mo had just placed on the board.
"Teacher, this move is pretty simple, isn't it? You just want to let the black stones occupy the center before launching an attack, right?" Xuan Mo shrugged indifferently. "But I prefer using the 'Third Line Flying.'"
"The Third Line Flying? That's an even more difficult move. You've only been learning chess for a few days, and you already dare to use something like that?" Bai Chuan was somewhat worried. This kid was far too reckless. That was a move only experts dared to use, and he feared that if Xuan Mo hadn't learned it properly, he might instead go astray.
"Teacher, what are you afraid of? I won't lose!" Xuan Mo laughed confidently. He had seen through Bai Chuan's concern long ago. The old man was simply afraid that he would learn incorrectly and take the wrong path.
Bai Chuan shook his head helplessly. This kid really was a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. Still, he had to admit that Xuan Mo's talent was truly astonishing. He decided to arrange a real match for Xuan Mo, having him play against Wang Ming, a young chess player