The black piece had not settled. It was almost suspended—no, more accurately, it was actually moving away from the chessboard.
When the black piece entered the forced process of making its move, Mo Qiong gave it an extra push.
On the surface, it seemed he was making it land on the chessboard faster, but in reality, the Landing Point was somewhere incredibly far away.
To prevent the chessboard from flying over to receive the piece, Mo Qiong applied the same exile to the chessboard as well.
The black piece and the chessboard moved in opposite directions. Until they reached the Landing Point Mo Qiong had specified, the game could not be finished.
"..."
Adams lay sprawled over his charred body, his eyes fixed on the chess piece. After waiting a long while without seeing it fall, he understood.
He let out a long breath, and the stone in his heart finally dropped.
That had been way too close!
There could only be one explanation for this situation: Mo Qiong's Absolute Hit had completely overwhelmed the Apocalypse Chessboard's move-placement judgment in every respect.
It was just like the Holy Shield. The Holy Shield's trait guaranteed that any attack coming from the front would hit its shield surface, then be reflected back at the attacker.
But when the attacker was Mo Qiong, both traits were suppressed by Absolute Hit. The attack did not hit the shield surface. It struck Aton squarely instead. Afterward, although it reached the shield surface, the reflection did not bounce back toward Mo Qiong. Halfway through the reflection, it... bombarded Aton once more.
The most powerful aspect of Mo Qiong's trait was that it made the traits of other Contained Objects yield to him: My piece has to land on the chessboard no matter what. "What? You fired?