Back in the Chess Soul World, Xuan Mo had already defeated Zhao Wuji and advanced to the next round. His opponent in this match was a gray-haired old man. Black and white pieces crisscrossed the board, hiding countless killing moves. Xuan Mo sat before the board with a focused expression. He waved his finger through the air above the board a few times before finally placing a piece with a crisp click.
"Clack!"
His opponent was a man well past sixty, with graying hair but a vigorous spirit and eyes as sharp as a hawk's. The old man furrowed his brows and stared intently at the board, as if pondering something.
This kid is interesting. The old man thought to himself.
He held the black pieces, while Xuan Mo held the white ones. Ordinarily, Black moved first and should have held the advantage, but at this moment, the old man's moves were being firmly suppressed by Xuan Mo, leaving him passive at every turn.
"What exquisite moves! Xuan Mo's style looks broad and bold, but in truth, every step is carefully planned and utterly watertight. Truly remarkable!" An old chess player with a beard and hair as white as snow could not help praising him from the spectators' seats.
"Exactly. Xuan Mo's moves look plain and unremarkable, but they conceal deadly threats. He can often turn the tide without warning, making him impossible to guard against!" another spectator chimed in.
As the game entered the middle phase, Xuan Mo's offensive grew fiercer and fiercer. The white pieces were like sharp blades, stabbing straight at the heart of Black's formation. Fine beads of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead. He realized that he had encountered a formidable opponent.
No, I can't keep being forced onto the defensive like this! The