In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two sat down under an old tree.
The disciple placed a chessboard in front of the two of them, his face flushed red.
Clearly, none of them expected Zimingding to use such a method to fight against Xiao Feng, and even they felt ashamed.
If it weren't for Xiao Feng's exceptional skills and daring, no one would have ridiculed him for refusing Zi Mingding.
Zimingding looked at the disciples beside him with mocking smiles on their faces, and forced a smile as he explained, "The chessboard is just like the battlefield; if you lose one move, you lose."
Without saying a word, he placed his chess piece on the chessboard, without even asking Xiao Feng a single question.
The others, their faces contorted with anger, walked up to Zimingding and said, "You just placed your piece without asking who would go first?"
The other disciples nodded in agreement: "That's right, they didn't even discuss it. They've really disgraced the Third Elder."
"Exactly, I think he's just worried about losing the game and embarrassing himself."
Zi Mingding listened to his disciples' discussion, his face darkening to a frightening degree. He glanced at them and said, "Observing a game without speaking is the rule. I hope you will abide by it."
Xiao Feng looked around at those who wanted to stand up for him, but couldn't help shaking his head at them, signaling them to come back to his side.
Although Zimingding has done a lot of shameful things, if they keep harping on it, the competition between the two will not be able to continue.
Xiao Feng placed his chess piece, and the game was now fully open.
Seeing that Xiao Feng had already made his move, the others returned to his side, their faces serious as they observed the chessboard's movements.
It must be said that Ziming Ding is quite skilled at setting up a competition that turns into a literary contest.
From the very beginning, almost every piece he placed carried a strong killing intent, forcing Xiao Feng's pieces to retreat step by step.
Those around him, worried that Xiao Feng would be defeated and lose the Mountain and River Sword, glanced at him subconsciously, as if trying to persuade him.
However, when he looked at Xiao Feng, he realized that Xiao Feng wasn't worried about losing the match at all, which stunned him and made him wonder.
"Could it be... that there are moves on the chessboard that I can't understand?"
In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zi Mingding put down a chess piece and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "My chess piece has cornered yours. You're done for."
The disciples beside him tilted their heads and looked at the chess pieces on the chessboard, shaking their heads with some regret: "It seems that Zimingding is superior in chess skills."
Hearing their comments, someone nearby couldn't help but mock them: "Who ever plays Go? He's just using his strengths to attack their weaknesses."
This time, Ziming Ding was not going to back down. He glanced around and said, "You'd better not talk nonsense. The placement of pieces on the chessboard is also very important. It's like a final battle."
Although they all knew that Zimingding was making excuses, Xiao Feng had agreed to the chess match, so they couldn't do anything about it.
Just as everyone was showing their regret, Xiao Feng picked up a chess piece and put it in his hand, chuckling, "You pressed on relentlessly, but alas, you were one move behind."
As he placed his piece on the board, Zimingding's game became a dead end.
When Zimingding saw that the pieces on the chessboard had become dead, he suddenly stood up from his position: "Why is this happening? You cheated."
The disciples beside him looked at Zi Mingding as if he were a fool. With so many of them gathered around the chessboard, how could Xiao Feng possibly cheat?
Zi Mingding noticed that the disciples around him were unwilling to believe him, and pointed to the chess piece in Xiao Feng's hand: "The chess piece was placed with force, obviously someone was guiding him."
Those around Ziming Ding, looking like a gambler who had lost everything, mocked him: "So many of us can testify for Xiao Feng that no one saw him cheat."
This time, the disciples watching all nodded in agreement: "Yes, we watched you play chess with our own eyes. We didn't see Xiao Feng cheat. Don't make false accusations."
"Haha, I think you're just a sore loser."
One sarcastic remark after another reached Zimingding's ears, making it impossible for him to accept this ending.
Suddenly, Zimingding glared angrily at the disciples watching the game, silencing them all.
Although they had the audacity to mock Ziming Ding, they were not capable of confronting him.
If I were to become the one who gets vented on, my fate would probably be very tragic.
Ziming Ding angrily overturned the chessboard and pointed in Xiao Feng's direction: "You were clearly cheating, but no one accused you. You're all in cahoots."
Seeing that the disciples around him were speechless, he simply stood up and said, "So many of us have witnessed this. Don't lose the challenge and your character at the same time."
They are all disciples of the Azure Sect, and it is highly likely that they will see each other frequently in the future.
If he doesn't take out what's in the bet, I believe Zimingding won't even be able to lift his head to see where he's going when he walks.
Xiao Feng looked at the chess pieces scattered all over the ground, stood up with an indifferent expression: "You chose the method of the challenge, so I had no way of preparing in advance."
If the challenge method was proposed by Xiao Feng, it's possible that he might collude with a disciple of higher chess skill to watch from the sidelines.
From both a logical and emotional standpoint, Ziming Ding had no possibility of providing an explanation.
Those around noticed that Ziming Ding was standing still and walked up to him without thinking. They sneered, "You wouldn't be a sore loser, would you? We're all watching."
Hearing the voices around them, the disciples nodded in agreement: "Yes, we are all watching you. You are here representing the Third Elder."
If the other disciples were to find out that the Third Elder's personal disciple had openly broken the bet, they would surely lose face, even for the Third Elder himself.
Seeing that Ziming Ding was standing still without reacting, Xiao Feng sat down in front of the chessboard again: "Our competition is over. Now... it's up to you to choose."
If he can successfully produce the Purple Gold Defense Token, this competition will only serve as a lesson for him.
On the contrary, if he decides to renege on his debt, the Qingzong disciples present will likely cause him even greater trouble.
Ziming Ding stood there, head bowed, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
In just ten breaths, Ziming Ding slowly raised his head, his face full of anger.
Seeing Zimingding's expression, those around him immediately shouted, "Oh no, he's going to attack you!"
As his voice fell, Zimingding charged towards Xiao Feng, as if he wanted to kill him.
Now, Xiao Feng remained motionless in his position, as if he hadn't seen anything, and coldly snorted: "You think you can hurt me with your strength? Naïve."
Just as Zi Mingding arrived beside Xiao Feng, the Mountain and River Sword immediately appeared in front of Xiao Feng, taking the brunt of Zi Mingding's determined attack.
Instantly, Zimingding's surprised voice rang out: "Automatic protection?"
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