Xiao Chenyun was rendered speechless by this. He directly placed two chess pieces on the board, conceded, and said, "All right, you win."
Xuan Mo chuckled and said, "I wanted to play a game with you back then, but I held myself back for so long. I can finally breathe easy now."
Then Xuan Mo came to Uncle Fang and said, "Uncle Fang, if I play two more games tomorrow, I'll be able to jump straight to Fifth Dan?"
Uncle Fang nodded and said, "That's how it works. You absolutely mustn't slack off. Use your Primordial Spirit Power whenever you can. The safest way to win is to raise your calculation ability to its utmost."
Xuan Mo nodded and said, "But that's also the slowest way to improve, isn't it? Don't worry, Uncle Fang. I'm just training my feel for the game. I guarantee a win."
Uncle Fang nodded, then drove Xuan Mo back.
Early the next morning, Xuan Mo eagerly dragged Uncle Fang to the Chess Hall. Uncle Fang helplessly shook his head. This kid still had the temperament of a child.
Today's opponent was a short, stout middle-aged man named Qian Tong. His chess style was said to be known for its stability. He rarely made mistakes and was notorious for being difficult to deal with.
"Boss Qian, please guide me." Xuan Mo put on an affected show of cupping his hands, but he was secretly laughing inside. What use is stability? Before absolute calculation ability, all schemes and tricks are paper tigers!
Sure enough, after the game began, Qian Tong fell into Xuan Mo's rhythm. Relying on his powerful Primordial Spirit Power, Xuan Mo advanced step by step, building a solid position and giving Qian Tong no chance to turn the game around.
"How has this kid