What did he just say?
How can Wuchou use the Forty-Seven Hands?
Are you kidding me?
No, this is no joke, it's an insult to intelligence!
Wuchou sneered.
"Your defeat is inevitable. I've captured most of your pieces. What are you going to do next?"
Tang Xuan shrugged.
"I mainly felt that beating you was too easy, so I wanted to make things a bit more difficult for myself!"
"What!"
Wuchou's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Fine! Fine! I'll make you completely despair. Let's continue!"
Wuchou sat back down in his seat, and then the silver light surged again.
"Fifty-three moves!"
A chill ran through everyone.
"It's here again! It's definitely a foreshadowing!"
"It's six moves left for that kid compared to before!"
"The outcome is already decided. Let alone six moves, he can't even make one move!"
Clan Chief Zhan turned his head and smiled, "Clan Chief Hao, would you mind if we could watch the joke for a little longer?"
The clan leader laughed heartily.
"Of course I don't mind. The longer it goes on, the happier I'll be. After all, I still want to know how that kid came up with his excuse!"
Chief Xing sighed, but still did not open his eyes.
He could no longer watch.
To him, refusing to admit defeat was incredibly shameful.
But Tang Xuan was ultimately doing his part for the Xing clan, so he couldn't really blame him.
One can only sigh and lament the ill-fated destiny of the Xing clan.
Tang Xuan picked up a black chess piece again.
A blur of chaos suddenly appeared in his pupils.
Snap!
The chess piece fell, its sound crisp and clear.
Wuchou's pupils suddenly contracted.
He didn't even predict where Tang Xuan would place his piece.
"Hmm? Was I careless? That shouldn't be the case! My overflowing talent has put me on the defensive. No matter what move my opponent makes, my absolute prediction should have detected it! Could it be..."
Tang Xuan looked up and smiled slightly.
"What? Can't you figure it out?"
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