"Who is this young man? How can he fight six top chess players all by himself!"
The Hua family's butler upstairs couldn't help but exclaim.
Fortunately, the clamor below meant no one noticed his movement.
Beside him, Hua Puthi's eyes gleamed with brilliance.
Hua Puthi was not only a divine physician but also an extremely skilled chess player. With his mastery of the game, he was definitely not comparable to the six people below!
Even facing two opponents, Hua Puthi would have had a chance of winning.
But to face six, Hua Puthi would undoubtedly be utterly defeated, a truly pathetic sight!
And what Hua Puthi could not achieve, this young man had accomplished!
What did this signify?
It meant that Ling Feng's chess skill had long surpassed Hua Puthi's!
This fact sent Hua Puthi's emotions into a state of extreme excitement.
Because this was the master he had been waiting for, a true master!
"Perhaps, he really has a chance to break that bizarre chess formation!"
Hua Puthi muttered to himself, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Downstairs, Ling Feng's hand movements became increasingly casual. In contrast, the six people opposite him had various expressions, but the commonality was that they were all sweating.
Wang Cheng, in particular, was drenched in sweat, as if he had been fished out of a river!
"Annihilate!"
Suddenly, Ling Feng uttered a cold word!
A black stone swiftly landed on the chessboard in front of Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng, who had been sitting upright, immediately jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.
"I... I lost!"
Wang Cheng could not accept the reality before him.
But the surrounding people had seen it clearly, and they all gasped in admiration!
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I truly wouldn't believe this was real!"
"Thirty-one moves, with only thirty-one moves, Wang Cheng lost. How is this possible?"
"Who exactly is he? Fighting six people, and not showing any sign of defeat, even defeating Wang Cheng!"
"Such a heavy killing intent, his chess moves are so fierce, giving no chance for respite!"
...
Tang Ru didn't understand Go at all, but hearing the exclamations and gasps from the crowd, she couldn't help but look at Ling Feng's back.
Ling Feng sat cross-legged, his posture incredibly relaxed, his movements carrying the air of commanding armies.
The stones landed with a resounding thud, like arrows being shot out, striking fear into the hearts of onlookers!
"Hmph, this guy just knows how to show off..."
Tang Ru pouted, but tiny stars seemed to be twinkling in her eyes.
"Annihilate!"
Suddenly, Ling Feng uttered this word again!
The surrounding noise immediately ceased, and then everyone saw Old Sun, directly opposite Ling Feng, spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the chessboard!
"Old Sun! Are you alright?!"
"Teacher... How, how could this happen? How could you possibly defeat my teacher?"
"Teacher, teacher..."
The disciples and grand-disciples behind Old Sun became extremely nervous, while the onlookers nearby held their breath, too scared to even exhale!
In many classic chess matches, it was common for players to spit blood from sheer anger and frustration.
However, under normal circumstances, it was usually Ling Feng's opponent who would spit blood, as Old Sun was known for his solid, aggressive style, a master who gave no quarter and allowed no respite.
But today, the tables had turned. Old Sun was actually made to spit blood by Ling Feng. If this news spread, it would surely shock many of his peers to death!
Yang Fei couldn't help but sneer, "Hmph, idiot, to directly clash with the Heavenly Venerate! It's simply seeking death!"
"Pfft... Cough, cough, good, well played, this old man, I lost, I lost!"
Despite coughing up blood, Old Sun did not faint. Instead, with red eyes, he praised Ling Feng continuously.
Clearly, losing to an opponent with a similar chess style made Old Sun even more convinced and respectful.
When fierce generals clash, victory or defeat can be decided in a single move. Old Sun knew very well that he had lasted this long only because Ling Feng had held back!
"You're old, don't have such a fiery temper. Aggression doesn't suit you! Switch to a more deceptive style!"
Ling Feng showed no modesty at all. Instead, he offered a piece of advice to Old Sun.
Old Sun's eyes lit up at his words.
But his disciples and grand-disciples began to scold Ling Feng!
"Scoundrel, who do you think you are to give advice to our teacher!"
"Arrogant brat, you only won against our Old Sun by luck. Our Old Sun is a national master!"
...
"Be quiet, all of you!"
Suddenly, Old Sun roared at his disciples, even turning back to slap two of them.
It was clear that the old man was truly furious!
The two disciples were stunned by the slaps, and the surrounding people also quickly moved away, fearing that Old Sun might get carried away and slap them too.
Then, Old Sun clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully to Ling Feng, "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"
What?!
Everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe what they were seeing and hearing!
Old Sun actually addressed Ling Feng as senior and thanked him so respectfully?
This...
"This match, forty-two moves, is the most glorious achievement of my life! Haha!" While everyone was astonished, Old Sun looked proudly at the blood-stained chessboard.
He then signaled for someone to take a picture of the chessboard with their phone.
Yang Fei stepped forward and said coldly, "You can't take pictures of my elder brother!"
Old Sun heard this and quickly stopped his disciples. Ling Feng was so young, yet possessed such profound chess skills. How could he be an ordinary person?
It was normal for him not to want his identity easily exposed!
Just as Old Sun was filled with admiration, Ling Feng had already waved his arm three times in succession, exclaiming, "Annihilate! Annihilate! Annihilate!"
The three people opposite him slumped down in despair, their chess pieces falling from their hands.
From the look of despair on their faces and their trembling hands,
the onlookers could tell how devastating the defeat by Ling Feng was to these masters!
Finally, only one old man, dressed in a long gown and wearing glasses, remained.
As everyone placed their hopes on him, the old man took off his glasses, as if wiping away tears from the corner of his eyes.
He then shook his head and said, "This old man concedes!"