Chapter 779

He was calculating crazily!

Intending to use this opportunity to find any chance to exchange pieces, or even perish together, in order to preserve the last trace of face.

But every long thought racked his brains, only to be met with Natsume Chikage's near-reflexive, perfect resolution and further tightening.

On the shogi board, his pieces decreased at an alarming rate.

His position was riddled with holes.

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

All around, however, it had long been surrounded by the opponent's iron-walled pieces.

Natsume Chikage even had the leisure to pick up his water cup again and take a slow sip.

Then.

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

Natsume Chikage's gaze slowly swept across the shogi board, confirming the final route.

He picked up a piece.

He placed it.

"Clack."

A crisp sound.

This move completely sealed the King's last escape route.

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

Morimoto Yūki's shogi board was already a scene of "jade shattering."

The main force was lost, and the piece comparison was so disparate that it was desperate.

The King was isolated, surrounded by enemies on all sides.

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

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The hand hanging above, stiff, finally dropped powerlessly.

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

Natsume Chikage waited quietly.

His gaze fell calmly on the opponent's miserably defeated shogi 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 reached out a trembling hand, not to press the shogi clock to admit defeat.

But with a fierce, venting force, he used his palm to fiercely sweep down his own "King" in the center of the board!

"Clang!"

He resigned.

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

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

He stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, as if his soul had been extracted.

And Natsume Chikage slowly stood up.

He never looked at his opponent again.

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

The shogi clock froze.

In Natsume Chikage's time column, the number was pitifully small.

Only one minute and twenty seconds.

Morimoto Yūki's time was almost exhausted.

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

He looked at Natsume Chikage 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 over."

"Winner—Natsume Chikage!"

At this moment.

Most of the viewers at the scene fell into excitement and boiling!

Everyone sighed endlessly at this wonderful game!

Audience.

Gu Chuan Changhong'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 light laugh.

"Heh... as expected."

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

More than just winning.

This was clearly... a monarch on a hunt, crushing ants.

Gu Chuan Caixu had long since jumped up from her seat, her little face flushed with excitement, waving her little fists hard.

"Yay! Won! Big Brother is the best! Caixu knew it!"

She turned around, proudly puffing out her little chest at the viewers next to her who had been whispering and not favoring Natsume Chikage, as if she were the one who had won.

The smile on Fukuda Si's face that wasn't quite a smile completely froze.

He opened his mouth halfway, his eyes wide, staring dead at Morimoto Yūki's ash-gray face on the screen, and Natsume Chikage's calm back as he stood up.

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

What's going on?

Why did Natsume-kun suddenly become so strong?

Could it be that the opponent let him win?

This... this is absolutely impossible.

They had a family 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 Morimoto was about to become a professional, why would he suddenly not perform well... could it be that he didn't perform well, but Natsume-kun's strength was originally stronger than Morimoto's?

That's why he could play such a crushing posture?

Impossible... absolutely impossible!

But when Fukuda Si 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.

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

Horikawa Kaori covered her mouth, the worry in her eyes having long been replaced by immense shock and the subsequent surge of wild joy.

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

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

She muttered, her voice trembling.

"And in this... this way?"

That wasn't luck, not a reversal, it was a thorough, breathtaking dominance!

She looked at Natsume Chikage's tall and calm back, and besides wild joy, there was also a layer of unbelievable shock in her eyes.

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

She stared blankly at the screen, her beautiful eyes shimmering with water, reflecting Natsume Chikage's figure.