Chapter 467

A calm, clear, yet seemingly heavy word was spat out from Natsume Chikage's mouth, piercing through all the noise in the arena and piercing through all of Tanabe Yuto's psychological defenses:

"Check!"

Hearing the word "Check," Tanabe Yuto trembled violently, as if struck by lightning!

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, instantly waking him from the illusion of "having the advantage," and a bone-chilling cold instantly spread through his limbs.

His pupils shrank, and he leaned forward abruptly, staring fixedly at the board.

That fatal attack line composed of the Bishop, Knight, and Rook, spanning half the board, was like a lightning bolt splitting all the fog in his mind.

The seemingly useless Knight from just now was currently jumping exactly onto the only escape square for his King!

And his Gold had just been moved away from the key defensive position...

His brain was blank, with only one terrified thought echoing wildly:

No!

When... when did he start calculating this move?!

This is impossible!