Chapter 480

He was calculating frantically!

Intending to take advantage of this opportunity to find any opportunity to exchange pieces, or even perish together, in order to retain the last trace of face.

But every long thought that racked his brains was met with Xia Xia Xia Mujun's almost conditioned reflex-like, perfect resolution and further tightening.

On the board, the pieces belonging to him decreased at an alarming rate.

His position was riddled with holes.

The King was like a frightened bird, fleeing in panic in the few remaining squares.

But the surroundings had long been surrounded by the opponent's copper-walled and iron-walled pieces.

Xia Xia Xia Mujun even had time to pick up his water cup again and take a slow sip.

Afterwards.

After Morimoto Yūki spent nearly fifteen minutes making a "death struggle" move that was almost self-abandonment...

Xia Xia Xia Mujun's gaze slowly swept across the board, confirming the final route.

He picked up a piece.

Dropped it.

"Tap."

A crisp sound.

This move completely sealed the last escape route of the King.

At the same time, the "Knight" that Morimoto Yūki had left on the board with a certain mobility also fell into a desperate situation, and would inevitably be captured in the next move.

Morimoto Yūki's board was already a scene of "Jade Shattering."

The main force was lost, and the piece comparison was despairingly disparate.

The King was left alone, surrounded by enemies.

He stared blankly at this miserable situation, his face bloodless.

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The hand hanging above was stiff, and finally fell weakly.

In his ears, it seemed that the tsunami-like exclamation from the audience, and... the mockery of the weak that should have belonged to him, all rebounded, shattering all his pride.

Xia Xia Xia Mujun waited quietly.

His gaze fell calmly on the opponent's defeated board.

And slowly moved to Morimoto Yūki's twisted face.

No triumph, no pity.

Only a bottomless indifference.

Under boundless humiliation and immense psychological pressure.

Morimoto Yūki's body trembled uncontrollably due to the surge of adrenaline.

His face was flushed red.

Finally, he clenched his fists tightly.

He suddenly extended his trembling hand, not to press the game clock to admit defeat.

But with a vent-like ruthlessness, he used his palm to fiercely sweep down his own "King" in the center of the board!

"Clang!"

He surrendered.

He gritted his teeth hard, closing his eyes in great pain.

Finally, his whole body was like having his spine pulled out, completely paralyzed in the chair.

His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, as if his soul had been extracted.

And Xia Xia Xia Mujun slowly stood up.

He never looked at his opponent again.

His movements were composed, as elegant as if what had just ended was not a bloody slaughter, but a leisurely instructional game.

The game clock froze.

The number in Xia Xia Xia Mujun's time column was pitifully small.

Only one minute and twenty seconds.

Morimoto Yūki's time was almost exhausted.

Referee Kishida Mine-suke stepped forward, carefully examining the board, confirming this extreme victory that could be called "complete seal" and "piece annihilation."

He looked at Xia Xia Xia Mujun with eyes full of unprecedented shock and scrutiny.

He took a deep breath.

He announced in a clear and solemn voice:

"Fifth round, A-zone first match, first game, match ended."

"Winner—Xia Xia Xia Mujun!"

At this moment.

Most of the viewers at the scene were excited and boiling!

Everyone was sighing in admiration for this wonderful game!

Audience.

Furukawa Masahiro's hand stroking his beard stopped the moment Morimoto Yūki's King was swept down.

The smile on his face that "had already seen through everything" slowly expanded, finally turning into a comfortable chuckle.

"Heh... sure enough."

He whispered to himself, his eyes flashing with the pleasure of meeting a soulmate and even deeper astonishment.

More than just winning.

This is clearly... a monarch hunting, crushing ants.

Furukawa Saio beside him had already jumped up from her seat, her little face flushed with excitement, waving her little fists hard.

"Yay! Won! Big Brother is the best! Saio knew it long ago!"

She turned around, facing the viewers next to her who had been whispering and not optimistic about Xia Xia Xia Mujun, proudly puffing out her little chest, as if she were the one who had won.

The half-smiling expression on Fukuda Tsukasa's face completely froze.

He opened his mouth halfway, his eyes wide, staring at Morimoto Yūki's deathly gray face on the screen, and Xia Xia Xia Mujun's calm back as he stood up.

The tournament manual in his hand was unconsciously crumpled into a ball.

What is this situation?

Why did Xia-kun suddenly become so strong?

Could it be that the opponent let him win?

This... this is absolutely impossible.

The two of them have a feud between their schools, how could they let him win?

Since that's the case... could it be that the opponent didn't perform well?

It must be like this...

But player Morimoto is about to become a professional, why would he suddenly not perform well... could it be that it's not that he didn't perform well, but that Xia-kun's strength is inherently stronger than player Morimoto's?

So he could play this crushing posture?

Impossible... absolutely impossible!

But when Fukuda Tsukasa recalled his previous firm "luck has run out theory," his face turned blue and white, burning, as if he had been slapped in the face by an invisible hand from afar.

His throat felt like it was blocked by something, unable to make any sound, only heavy breathing.

Horikawa Kaori covered her mouth, and in her eyes, worry had long been replaced by huge astonishment and the subsequent surge of ecstasy.

Her body leaned forward slightly, her knuckles turning white from force.

"Re... really won...?"

She murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

"And it was in this... this way?"

It wasn't luck, it wasn't a reversal, it was a thorough, suffocating dominance!

She looked at Xia Xia Xia Mujun's tall and calm back, and besides ecstasy, there was more unbelievable shock in her eyes.

Asahina Akizuki's bitten lower lip had long since loosened, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

She stared blankly at the screen, her beautiful eyes filled with water, reflecting Xia Xia Xia Mujun's figure.