Chapter 633: The surging waves taking shape slowly!

Commentary booth.

The spotlight hit the desktop hotly, reflecting the figures of the two commentators exceptionally clearly.

Male commentator Jing Shang Ya San and female commentator Nan Tiao Wu Zi sat side by side, leaning forward slightly, their gazes locked on the main screen like hawks.

What flowed from their mouths was fast and precise professional analysis, parsing the top duel between professional players in the center of the court.

"The players currently playing, Dao Tian Long and Da Xi Zheng Yan, are both professional 4-dan."

Jing Shang Ya San pushed his glasses, the look behind the lenses exceptionally focused.

"The formation they are using is a seemingly very steady positional advance..."

"But everyone, please look; beneath this ordinary surface, the surging undercurrents and the hidden murderous intent are extraordinary."

He paused, his tone carrying the solemnity unique to professional players.

"I even have a feeling that these two have used 120% of their strength, carefully constructing one fatal trap after another under each other's noses."

"Yes," Nan Tiao Wu Zi nodded in agreement, her voice slightly tense due to excitement; she unconsciously gripped the data board in her hand.

"Every step feels like walking on an invisible tightrope, and the conversion between offense and defense is only a hair's breadth away; it makes one's scalp tingle, and one holds their breath unconsciously."

"I really don't know who will be able to see through the final fog and pick the victory in the end."

Jing Shang Ya San nodded vigorously.

"Undoubtedly, regardless of the result, this will be a wonderful match worthy of being recorded in tournament history."

Just then, the director's signal light flashed.

The image on the main screen switched abruptly.

The camera aimed at the No. 8 competition table—Mido Orihime's match.

Her opponent was that young player from the Reward Association Level 2, Gao Qiao Ying Si.

In terms of rank, he was one level higher than Tanabe Yuto, whom Natsume Chikage had defeated before.

However, in front of "Female Flow 5-dan" Mido Orihime, this strength still appeared thin.

Mido Orihime's strength had long been recognized as reaching the realm of "invincible below professional".

Facing a Reward Association player who had not yet touched the professional threshold, this match was filled with a crushing aura from the start.

"Mido-san's shogi style is known as 'Ghost Kill'." Jing Shang Ya San introduced, a trace of awe unconsciously in his tone.

"The offensive is fierce and tricky, as elusive as a ghost, and the moves are like a sharp blade out of its sheath, pointing directly at the opponent's most vulnerable vital point."

In the close-up shot, that player Gao Qiao Ying Si had his brows twisted into a knot, and fine beads of sweat constantly seeped from his forehead.

Under the pressure of Mido Orihime, which was smooth but every step was heavy, his formation had become messy, falling into a predicament of being unable to attend to both ends.

"The balance of victory and defeat has tilted quite significantly." Nan Tiao Wu Zi evaluated, carrying a trace of regret.

"One can only hope that player Gao Qiao can explode with extraordinary potential later and break this suffocating stalemate."

The camera switched again without warning.

This time, the screen was firmly fixed on the No. 9 competition table—the duel between Natsume Chikage and Asahina Akatsuki.

When this combination appeared in the view of the national audience, many people's gazes were firmly attracted.

Asahina Akatsuki had an outstanding appearance among female players, worthy of being called a "class beauty" level.

And her opponent, Natsume Chikage, had a handsome appearance that was extremely prominent even among celebrity artists, making many first-time viewers mistakenly think he was a star idol invited by the tournament to support the scene.

Coupled with the fact that he had previously created the "New Sharp Shogi Tournament Fastest Victory Record", his appearance itself had already quietly raised the viewership curve by a percentage point.

The sharp director and tournament officials clearly noticed this.

At this moment, the camera time and attention given to this young player's match even exceeded that of some professional players' matches.

Without suspense, this topic-filled duel became the absolute focus of the broadcast.

The director's clear instructions came through the headset, and the two commentators understood and quickly adjusted the focus of the commentary.

Jing Shang Ya San cleared his throat, scanned the shogi board, and spoke in a calm voice:

"Audience, we are now focusing on the No. 9 competition table, a youth duel with great highlights."

"First, player Natsume Chikage. He holds the title of 'Fastest Victory Record', and his strength is beyond doubt."

"But his opponent today, player Asahina Akatsuki, is definitely not a mediocre person."

Nan Tiao Wu Zi immediately followed up, her tone certain:

"I have played against player Asahina in a practice match; her flexible and ever-changing style that is difficult to capture the center of gravity has made me suffer quite a bit."

"She plays shogi with moderation in advance and retreat, always leaving a backup for herself. Once the opponent reveals the slightest flaw, she will launch a precise and severe blow; at best, losing a piece, at worst, the whole situation collapses."

"Yes..." Jing Shang Ya San said, his gaze suddenly locked firmly on Natsume Chikage's hand making the move, "Everyone, please look! Player Natsume Chikage, when facing an opponent with such a lively style as player Asahina, is actually... still adopting an active offensive posture?"

"And, this speed of his moves... is it too fast? It's exactly the same as the previous rounds, completely a 'fast shogi' rhythm!"

On the screen, Natsume Chikage's fingertips seemed to have merged with the shogi piece.

Almost when the echo of Asahina Akatsuki's piece landing had not yet dissipated, his piece had already been tapped down with a crisp "tap".

The movement was smooth, without hesitation, fast to the point of near-conditioned reflex.

"In such a critical fourth round, facing a strong enemy, still choosing such high-speed play..." Nan Tiao Wu Zi covered her mouth, her surprise overflowing.

"Is he trying to replicate the strategy against player Tanabe Yuto and use speed to impact the opponent's psychological defense line?"

Jing Shang Ya San touched his chin, trying to analyze deeply:

"The possibility cannot be ruled out." ===== CHAPTER 634 =====