Chapter 634

"Under the eyes of everyone, high-speed play itself will form an invisible pressure, as if declaring 'I have plenty of room to spare'."

"If this momentum works, it can indeed disrupt the opponent's rhythm, inducing the other party to make a judgment error in a hurry, revealing an opportunity to be exploited."

Nan Tiao Wu Zi's expression, however, became solemn:

"But I want to say that this strategy is a sharp double-edged sword."

"Its effectiveness is entirely built on the premise that 'the other party is panicked because of this'."

"Once the opponent is unmoved and has a stable mindset, then the one playing fast shogi will instead fall into a disadvantage in long-term calculation because of insufficient thinking time."

"Both sides have one hour of time; the other party can completely respond steadily and patiently wait for the fast attacker to make a mistake themselves."

"Therefore, I think the risk of this strategy is extremely high!"

Jing Shang Ya San nodded heavily, expressing agreement:

"Yes, the actual situation seems to be confirming this point."

"We see that player Asahina is completely unaffected by the speed interference, and her mindset is as stable as a deep pool."

"Facing the fast attack, she advances step by step, without revealing the slightest flaw; this precisely reflects her extremely solid basic skills and powerful psychological quality!"

The camera gave a close-up of Asahina Akatsuki at the right time.

Forming an extreme contrast with Natsume Chikage's "swiftness", she was like a quiet leaf in the center of a storm.

Every time she raised her hand, her fingertips hovered in the air above the shogi board for a moment, her gaze swept across the overall situation calmly, and after deep calculation and deduction, she placed the shogi piece steadily in the best position.

Clearly, for this duel, she had poured all her heart and soul into it.

Nan Tiao Wu Zi continued to explain her tactics:

"The tactic system that player Asahina is using is precisely her most proficient 'Vibration Flying Vehicle'."

"That's right," Jing Shang Ya San connected, "'Vibration Flying Vehicle' pays attention to piece coordination and flank detours, the thinking is lively and jumping, and there are often wonderful moves that don't follow common sense. This is naturally mutually exclusive in strategy with the 'Resident Flying Vehicle' style that breaks through from the front center; it is a game of thinking modes."

"And right now, player Natsume's rapid advance is showing fatigue in front of player Asahina's flexible and ever-changing 'Vibration Flying Vehicle'."

As the game deepened, the worry in the tone of the two commentators became more and more intense.

"Not good... the situation is really not good." Jing Shang Ya San looked at the data fed back by the real-time analysis system and shook his head repeatedly.

"In order to maintain this high speed, player Natsume has clearly paid a price in the local piece exchange, appearing with 'hand damage'."

"'Hand damage' means he has lost the precious rhythm of playing, which is equivalent to letting the other party move for free."

Nan Tiao Wu Zi also frowned tightly:

"Yes, the disadvantage is accumulating. If it cannot be reversed, the situation will become more and more passive."

"Player Asahina's basic skills are too solid and will not easily give a chance for a comeback."

"I really want to say to player Natsume, please slow down, make good use of this hour of thinking time, there is no need to play so fast."

"Using the strategy against player Tanabe Yuto to deal with player Asahina, who has a completely different style, does not seem to work. If this continues, I'm afraid..."

She paused and pointed to a place on the shogi board.

"And everyone look, player Asahina clearly saw through player Natsume's fast attack intention early on and quickly switched to a solid defensive posture, locking the opponent's vanguard pieces firmly."

"Now these pieces of player Natsume are in a dilemma; I feel uncomfortable just watching him!"

Jing Shang Ya San summarized with deep empathy:

"This is not a fast shogi performance match after all."

"My God, what did I see!"

"Playing steadily and waiting for an opportunity is the way to win this marathon-style elimination tournament."

Not only was the commentary booth worried, but several knowledgeable observers in the spectator seats were even more restless.

"Defend! Natsume-kun, consolidate the defense first! You can't continue to lose like this!" Female Flow 1-dan Horikawa Kaori couldn't help but whisper urgently.

With her shogi skill, she could clearly see that Natsume Chikage was being suppressed in all aspects.

When being suppressed, if he didn't turn to defense, once the offensive in front was completely resolved, the empty main camp in the back would face a disaster!

Fukuda Tsukasa on the side was incomparably solemn.

He substituted himself into Natsume Chikage's position for mental deduction, and the conclusion made his heart cold.

"No... absolutely not. Asahina's formation is too solid, and there is no breakthrough at all. If it were me, I'm afraid I would collapse within ten moves..."

He looked at the screen, feeling that Natsume Chikage's pieces were like falling into a soft but inescapable quagmire, while Asahina Akatsuki's flexible whip-like "Vibration Flying Vehicle" formation was slowly winding and tightening from the flank.

"Natsume-kun probably hasn't specifically studied this kind of lively school, so it's normal to encounter a nemesis."

Fukuda Tsukasa shook his head repeatedly, not surprised by this result.

In his heart, Natsume Chikage's strength was limited to begin with.

The previous advancement was just because the style happened to restrain the opponent: Furukawa Saio was too young; he himself was studied in advance; playing against Tanabe Yuto was because he grabbed the first move, and the luck component was not small.

Now, facing Asahina Akatsuki, who had incomparable solid basic skills and could switch shogi styles according to the opponent at any time, all the luck components had disappeared.

It seems that the fourth round was his end point.

Tanabe Yuto, who had been defeated by Natsume Chikage, had the most complex mood at this moment.

He was practicing shogi precisely because he admired Asahina Akatsuki, so he had a deep understanding of her strength.

"Starting from the second move, she, who was originally attacking, quickly sensed Natsume Chikage's attack. Then from the third move... Akatsuki switched directly to a perfect defensive form." He muttered to himself, his eyes complex.

"Liveliness and thickness coexist, offense and defense in one... much stronger than me. Natsume-kun... I'm afraid he has really reached the end this time."

He was not surprised by this.

Akatsuki's strength was far above his, a player who focused on offense.

Once she showed this kind of comprehensive control, any single offensive would fall into a dilemma like Natsume Chikage at this moment.

As the saying goes, the enemy advances, I retreat; the enemy retreats, I advance; there is no room to breathe.

However, looking at the incredibly handsome Natsume Chikage on the big screen, he also nodded repeatedly, couldn't help but sigh, these two really look like a perfect match.

Sure enough, it was right to match them up!

At the same time.

Tanabe Yuto looked at the incredibly handsome Natsume Chikage beside her, and he also nodded repeatedly, couldn't help but sigh, these two really look like a perfect match.

Sure enough, it was right to match them up!

However, in this wave of almost one-sided pessimism, two gazes saw completely different scenery.

Furukawa Masahiro, and his ten-year-old granddaughter Furukawa Saio, who had already been cultivated with professional-level potential.

Little Saio's eyes were round, staring at the screen without blinking; there was no worry on her small face, only excitement that was getting stronger.

Suddenly, she tugged at her grandfather's sleeve vigorously, her voice incomparably happy:

"Grandfather! Big Brother is 'laying out'! A super amazing, super deep kind! I can see it!"

Furukawa Masahiro stroked his snow-white long beard, a smile of insight into everything flashed in his old eyes, and he responded in a low voice:

"Mm, yes. He is 'laying out'; now, it can be said that even if Asahina-san discovers it, it is already too late."

He had personally experienced Natsume Chikage's bottomless, near-"Dragon King" level shogi skill, and had been defeated in three consecutive games by his crushing posture.

So he knew better than anyone that dealing with a Female Flow 3-dan player was by no means a difficult task for this boy.

Others couldn't see through it, only because they didn't stand at a high enough height to overlook the surging waves that were slowly taking shape on the shogi board.

On the other side of the competition field, Jinwei Tong looked at the big screen expressionlessly.

She didn't care about Mido Orihime's match at all—that was a performance whose outcome had long been determined.

Her gaze lingered more on Natsume Chikage's shogi board.

Looking at the situation that seemed messy, losing, and precarious, she tilted her head extremely slightly.

On that face that forever lacked expression, a deeper doubt flashed extremely difficult to detect.

This Natsume Chikage...

Could his shogi really be, as everyone said, already heading toward the end?

It looked like it should be.