Chen Luo placed his hand on the chessboard with a broad smile, not forgetting to give the other party a friendly grin. The White-Bearded Middle-Aged Man nodded in response, supremely confident in his Chess Strength. Even if he gave his opponent three pieces, the other man might not necessarily beat him.
Bang!!
Just as the White-Bearded Middle-Aged Man confidently reached for a chess piece, his vision suddenly went black.
A force beyond his comprehension struck his right cheek. The cold force of the Chessboard Squares, wrapped in pure Immortal Spirit Power, instantly sent him flying. His body became a streak of black light, carving a long trail through the water and sending up countless bubbles.
The Stone Table overturned, and the Chess Pieces scattered all over the ground.
Boom!
The White-Bearded Middle-Aged Man felt his head buzz. By the time he came back to his senses again, he had already slammed into the rock wall behind him. A huge spiderweb-shaped crack burst across the wall as dust and muddy water splashed out, stirring up vast clouds of silt.
The White-Bearded Middle-Aged Man looked blankly around him, his mind completely empty. Only after a long while did he come back to himself and sit up with difficulty, looking toward Chen Luo, who was still seated on the Stone Stool and holding the Chessboard.
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"Looks like I won this round."
With a flick of one hand, Chen Luo sent the blood droplets on the Chessboard scattering all over the ground.
The familiar feeling made him somewhat nostalgic. Ever since becoming a Soul Cultivator, he had set aside the Great Strength Chess Dao. Now that he had picked up the Chessboard again, he found that his "Chess Strength" had indeed grown rather rusty. One blow with the Chessboard had failed to send