——Wow!
At this moment, the scene also caused quite a stir.
Everyone was whispering and discussing.
"Look! There are almost the same number of black and white stones on the chessboard. Unknowingly, there are so many fewer black stones?"
"Why do I feel that Mr. Ye's white son seems to be gaining the upper hand? Isn't this my illusion?"
"Although I don't understand chess, I can watch people's emotions! Pay attention - the faces of the Yan family's grandfather and grandson are not right. Obviously the situation is not good for their black pieces!"
For a moment, everyone felt incredible. Both the process and the ending were completely beyond everyone's expectations.
I thought it was a crushing game, but it turned out to be a close match!
Is it Yan Zhongmou's ninth level Tai Shui, or is it Ye Feng's strength that is too incredible?
"well……"
Mr. Yan Qixue couldn't help but sigh. Looking at this situation, he felt that the end was over.
However, he saw every move made by Yan Zhongmou, his grandson just now, and couldn't find any fault. If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to think of a better solution.
However, it seems that there is no problem, but step by step it has reached the point of despair, and there is no way to turn back!
"How did it become like this?"
Yan Qixue was also puzzled.
Perhaps the answer is - Yan Qixue looked at Ye Feng, who was calm and collected again, with a flash of horror in his eyes.
"No! I can't lose!"
At this time, Yan Zhongmou came back to his senses from the panic and gritted his teeth and said harshly.
"Even if the situation is balanced, I can still beat you!"
Yan Zhongmou continued to make moves, struggling to his death, seemingly tough, but in fact he was panicking inside.
"Still not giving up?" Ye Feng smiled faintly, "You and I will just take you away!"
In an instant, the offense and defense changed.
Yan Zhongmou's black man was passively beaten at every turn, retreating again and again.
And Ye Feng's white pieces were like divine weapons descended from heaven, moving in and out seven times, killing all the black pieces without leaving a trace behind!
For a moment, the current chess game.
It's like Huo Qubing, who went straight to the Dragon Court and sealed the wolf in Xu; and it's like Bai Qi, who killed 300,000 soldiers and decided the world in one battle!
Finally, Ye Feng fell down.
Yan Zhongmou lost every game!
Seeing that on the chess game, the white stones have been connected together, and there are not many black stones left.
Even the spectators who don’t understand chess now know the outcome!
"That's incredible!?"
"Baizi actually won!?"
"After handing over twelve pieces, he was able to turn defeat into victory! Mr. Ye's chess skills are truly amazing!"
"Why do I feel that Mr. Ye is more like a ninth-level dancer, and Mr. Yan is more like a beginner?"
For a time, everyone was full of praise and admiration for Ye Feng.
"Haha, Lord Dragon King actually won!? What an awesome Plath!" Huang Qian couldn't help but cheer.
"Master, you are so amazing!" Hua Guodong was also shocked, "I didn't expect you to be so good at Go! Is there anything else you can't do?"
In Hua Guodong's opinion, he had won two games in a row at piano and chess, and his calligraphy was even more certain. He had won three out of four games, and there was no need to compete in the final painting!
At this moment, Yan Zhongmou's face was ashen, and he was holding a sunspot so tightly in his hand that it was almost embedded in his flesh.
He couldn't accept that his ninth-level strength had completely failed!
It’s okay to lose at the piano, but how come you can’t even beat that stupid martial artist in a battle of wits like chess!
What exactly went wrong?
"Haha..." At this time, Ye Feng smiled lightly and said a little boringly, "It seems that I overestimated your strength."
"If I had known it from the beginning, I should have given you thirty-six sons, and maybe it could have lasted longer."
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly realized that the two people had played chess for exactly half an hour!
