Based on Duan Mang's understanding of Luo Meng, Luo Meng couldn't have played such chess moves!
Could it be just a coincidence?
Or did this guy just happen to spot a critical move?
No matter, he can't possibly play every move this well.
Duan Mang composed himself, focused his mind, activated his Divine Sense, and moved a black piece onto the chessboard.
The onlookers were still whispering, waiting to collect money, watching Luo Meng make a fool of himself.
After six moves, Duan Mang felt something was off.
He looked up at Luo Meng across from him.
Luo Meng appeared calm and collected, confident and tranquil, a stark contrast to his usual impatient and irritable demeanor during chess games, like a completely different person.
Duan Mang's forehead began to sweat, and his heartbeat accelerated.
Each move by Luo Meng felt like a sharp sword chasing him.
Initially, Duan Mang had the upper hand on the chessboard, but after a dozen moves, the situation subtly changed.
