Chapter 790

"Officially begins!"

"The moment that decides fate has arrived!"

Her gaze seemed to penetrate the screen and fall on the four contestants.

"Is it the genius teenager Suzuki Takayuki facing the high wall of a professional in advance?"

"Or is it a top-tier civil war between professional chess players, staging a battle of needle against wheat?"

"Or is it Contestant Natsume Chikage, who has always brought surprises, challenging the seemingly insurmountable barrier again?"

She took a deep breath, her voice full of tension.

"No matter what the final matchup is, it can be foreseen that this will be a wonderful duel worthy of being recorded in the history of this tournament!"

"The suspense is about to be revealed!"

The tense drawing process started again.

Natsume Chikage was the first to be signaled by the staff to step forward.

He walked steadily to the transparent drawing box.

With almost no hesitation, he reached out and pressed the button.

The internal mechanical device made a slight hum, and the small balls began to roll and collide rapidly.

A few seconds later,

a small white ball slid down the track.

The staff bent down to pick it up and took a look at the label.

"Table 1."

He handed the small ball to Natsume Chikage.

Natsume Chikage took it and nodded slightly.

His expression unchanged, he turned and walked toward the familiar chess table.

The three people behind him followed his back with their gazes, their expressions different.

Yidong Haoyi stepped forward impatiently almost the moment Natsume Chikage turned around.

With a hint of lucky anticipation on his face, he pressed the button hard.

The small ball rolled down.

He stared fixedly at the staff's hand.

"Table 2."

The moment the sound fell, the anticipation on Yidong Haoyi's face instantly collapsed, turning into undisguised disappointment and annoyance.

Damn it...

Missed the most ideal opponent.

With an ugly face, he grabbed the small ball and walked toward Table 2.

Next, it was Suzuki Takayuki's turn.

His heartbeat accelerated suddenly at this moment, like a drum.

Blood seemed to rush to his head, and his eardrums buzzed.

In the transparent drawing box in front of him, only two small balls remained rolling slowly.

One represented the duel with Natsume Chikage.

The other meant facing the daunting Fifth-dan Ishida.

Must draw Natsume...

Must draw Natsume...

For Xiaoyue's happiness... please...!

He shouted frantically in his heart, as if performing a devout and desperate prayer.

His fingers trembled slightly from the force, and he pressed the button.

The time for the small ball to roll down seemed to be infinitely elongated.

He held his breath, his eyes unblinking.

Until the staff bent down and picked it up.

"Table 1."

The staff handed the ball to him.

"Please go over there."

Suzuki Takayuki's brain went blank for a moment.

Immediately,

a huge ecstasy that almost burst his chest erupted like a tsunami!

Got it!

Really got it!!!

He almost couldn't control himself and wanted to jump up and cheer!

Forcibly suppressing the shout that was about to rush out of his throat, he clenched the small ball tightly, as if he had clenched the key to the ideal ending.

An unnatural flush appeared on his face due to excitement.

His steps were a bit floating as he walked toward Table 1.

Every step was on the clouds of ecstasy.

The last one, Ishida Kazuo, looked at Suzuki Takayuki's almost leaping back, and then looked at Natsume Chikage who had already sat down beside Table 1.

The tight string in his heart loosened slightly.

That's fine.

Let the young people have a fair duel.

He picked up his own No. 2 ball and walked toward the chess table where Yidong Haoyi was.

When his gaze swept over Table 1, a trace of complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

Natsume-kun, experience the clash with a top genius of the same age well.

Regardless of victory or defeat, it is valuable experience.

He had even thought about how to issue an invitation again in a more sincere and attractive way after Natsume Chikage lost.

After all, a teenager who could defeat a second-dan in the Promotion Association and whose talent was visible to the naked eye was far more valuable than his disciple with a bad temper.

At this moment,

Suzuki Takayuki sat down opposite Natsume Chikage.

The chair rubbed against the floor, making a slight sound.

He tried hard to calm his overly excited mood, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but rise.

His gaze fell on the face of Natsume Chikage, who was closing his eyes and resting on the opposite side.

"Really didn't expect..."

He spoke, his voice carrying undisguised excitement.

"That the opponent in the second battle would be the two of us 'acquaintances'."

Hearing the sound, Natsume Chikage slowly opened his eyes.

His pitch-black eyes were calm and waveless.

When he saw clearly that it was Suzuki Takayuki sitting opposite, he was stunned for an imperceptible moment.

Immediately, a trace of subtle helplessness flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

He shook his head gently.

"Indeed didn't expect it would be you."

"However... this should be a situation you are very much looking forward to, right?"

"After all, you said you wanted to 'avenge' Asahina-san and Tianbian-kun."

Suzuki Takayuki nodded forcefully, without covering it up.

"That's right!"

"I am indeed looking forward to this moment very much, and I do want to 'avenge' them."

His tone paused, the excitement on his face slightly restrained, replaced by a deeper, more complex emotion.

"But besides that... there is another more important reason why I must meet you and must defeat you." ===== CHAPTER 791 =====