Chapter 552
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With that, Yue Yi instructed a Confucian scholar to fight Zhang Shen, while he walked to Yi Feng's chessboard.
"Dean Yue is going to fight personally?"
"I heard that Dean Yue is best at the zither and only second in chess. However, he's still a Virtuous Sage. He's definitely much stronger than those Confucians!"
"Zhang Shen will fight a Confucian scholar, while Mr. Yi will fight a Virtuous Sage?"
"That's not fair!"
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There were many disgruntled voices below the stage, but the two sides had already sat down. Yi Feng was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "Julu Academy, Virtuous Sage? Yi Feng has been looking forward to this for many years! "
After exchanging some pleasantries, Yi Feng began to play his piece.
Clap!
The two games officially entered the state of a chess battle.
Countless cultivators below the stage saw the pieces on the stage through their spells and focused.
Yan Chuan, who was behind Yi Feng, looked at Sima Yuntian not far away.
Sima Yuntian was not paying attention to the chessboard at this moment. Instead, he was looking at the Hundred Saints Righteousness Altar in the distance, at Meng Ziqiu and the others.
Sima Yuntian narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
In the distance, Meng Ziqiu looked at Mr. Munro, who was behind Yan Chuan, with a complicated look in his eyes.
Wen Ruo looked at Meng Ziqiu with a pained expression. Father and son looked at each other, but for a moment, they were both speechless.
Separated by a large number of cultivators, Mr. Munro bowed solemnly in Meng Ziqiu's direction.
He did not say anything, only bowing.
Seeing his son's attitude, Meng Ziqiu's eyes flashed with bitterness for a moment, and he sighed softly.
"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"
The sound of pieces being played continued.
"Thank you!" Zhang Shen was the first to win. He won for Sima Yuntian.
"Teacher!" Zhang Shen reported excitedly.
"Mm!" Sima Yuntian nodded, his expression unchanged.
Zhang Shen returned to the seventy-two scholars. Everyone was looking at Yi Feng and Yue Yi.
One was Mister Yi, who had risen to fame two years ago and had never tasted defeat. The other was a Virtuous Paragon of the Julu Academy, the Left Yard's Dean. Both of their chess skills had reached the pinnacle.
Although it was just the placement of a chess piece without any spells, a whirlwind was generated above the chessboard for no reason, as if it was reflecting the danger on the chessboard.
Yi Feng placed his chess pieces very quickly. Although his eyes were blurry, his style of playing chess was unusually sharp. It was as if he was sitting on the battlefield, arranging his troops in battle formations. Troops after troops were charging toward Yue Yi.
Yue Yi, on the other hand, played the most common style of chess in the world of cultivators. It was as if he was the master of a sect, commanding his disciples to attack one after another. Flowers bloomed in all directions, and his skillful moves came one after another. It was as if the experts of the sect had come out to fight.
One side was the army of the empire, and the other side was the disciples of the sects.
It was like a competition between an empire and a sect. Either the sect would conquer the empire, or the empire would annihilate the sect.
"Kill!" "Roar!" "I'm invincible!"
As the chess pieces were placed, Yue Yi seemed to hear a magnificent army charging over. Although there were not many experts in the army on the chessboard, the army was full of vigor, as if the heavens were helping them. Every time the army pressed over, the experts of the sects would be unable to resist.
"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"
As the chess pieces continued to be placed, Yue Yi's expression turned increasingly unsightly.
"Charge straight in, ten thousand arrows fired!" Yi Feng smiled faintly.
Clack!
Another black chess piece was placed. Suddenly, the chessboard changed. Yue Yi, who was immersed in the chessboard, seemed to see the magnificent army gathered in front of the sects.
With Yi Feng's final chess piece, ten thousand arrows were fired, bombarding the tottering sects. The magnificent army roared and charged into the sects. Everywhere they passed, corpses were strewn everywhere. Everywhere they passed, rivers of blood flowed. The foundations of the sects were instantly flattened by the magnificent army.
Clack!
The chess piece in Yue Yi's hand was crushed by himself. It collapsed. The empire's army had already annihilated the sects. All that was left were the scattered remnants. There was no way to continue this game.
"Yue Yi has learned something!" Yue Yi stood up and bowed slightly.
"Thank you for letting me win!" Yi Feng smiled and stood up to return the bow.
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