The Emperor's Chess

Everyone was stunned. Looking at the words "Too Weak" formed by the black stones on the board, almost all of them felt as if they were seeing something unreal. Was this man really playing chess?

Sima Qianjun was an expert in Artistic Conception. He had been beaten without the slightest power to fight back, brutalized beyond recognition. Only after his flesh and blood had been mangled did he realize that Zhong Shan's moves had actually written out two words.

Too weak!

This was more than merely defeating Sima Qianjun. Zhong Shan had beaten him until he was utterly battered, his body smashed to pieces.

He had not only defeated Sima Qianjun in chess, but had also savagely crushed him mentally.

After an hour, Sima Qianjun's clothes were completely soaked through.

That game of chess had been utterly heart-stopping.

"You—you—what do you mean by this?" Sima Qianjun demanded angrily after coming to his senses.

"You lost." Zhong Shan spoke calmly.

The Emperor Chess. The Great Zheng Sacred Court had established the Yi Tian Bureau specifically to have NanGong Sheng play chess with Zhong Shan. NanGong Sheng was an immensely powerful chess player. In the past, when he had fought Ye Qingcheng at the Floating Blood Sea, he had used a single game of chess to set up the "Heavenly Tribulation" formation and draw down heavenly tribulation. NanGong Sheng was no longer playing against people—he was playing against Heaven.

NanGong Sheng's position was Director of the Yi Tian Bureau, and his main task was to play chess with Zhong Shan. Zhong Shan's chess skills had originally been extremely formidable. His powerful grasp of formations had allowed him to master chess without a teacher. Once the Emperor Chess appeared, he had rarely met an opponent. With NanGong Sheng frequently serving as his practice