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After the young man left, Uncle Shizhai's face was still twitching. He walked into the tent with a sigh and slumped down in the main seat.
Seven B-level cultivators were waiting for him, and he was the only A-level strongman sent into the secret realm by the Special Academy at great cost.
"The current situation is a bit complicated. The chess master seems to know that he is bound to lose. The chess game has become completely chaotic." At the beginning of the meeting, a man with short hair who looked to be in his early twenties said with a slight frown: "And what a coincidence. What's more, the chess master's moves are highly coincident with the position where we have already obtained the formation. If this continues, our formation will begin to be insufficient."
"But haven't we already obtained enough formation eyes?" Qu Jingwen, who was on the right side of the bamboo table, was stunned, "Why..."
"That's right," the short-haired man said with a frown: "But we are black chessmen. If the chess master makes the move like this again, we may get stuck in the last move."
"As a result, there are no formations for us to place our positions."
