240: When did you become so fond of bragging?

There is no shortage of people with superb chess skills in the world, yet no one has solved it for over ten years, which shows how difficult it is.

Of course, only Duan Zhengchun present knew that this Zhenlong Chess Game was prepared for the protagonist; who else could break it?

If he hadn't transmigrated and known the plot's direction, he wouldn't be confident in solving the Zhenlong Chess Game either. After all, compared to chess, he was much better at dealing with beautiful women.

However, with his current strength, given equal chess skills, his vision was much higher than others.

So, there was a chance.

At first, Song Qingshu could handle it calmly, but after thirty moves, sweat began to bead on his forehead.

This was the terrifying part of the Zhenlong Chess Game; it could trigger the deepest obsessions within the player's heart.

Without the decisiveness to be the only one who can do it, to find life within death, it is impossible to solve the Zhenlong Chess Game.

Finally, at the fiftieth move, Song Qingshu lost.

In the end, he could not let go of the fame and fortune in his heart and was dragged down by himself.

Su Xinghe cupped his hands toward Song Qingshu, nodding with a smile. The meaning was clear: Song Qingshu's chess skills were recognized, but unfortunately, he could not solve the game.

“Song Qingshu has made a fool of himself; I still couldn't solve the game after all.” Song Qingshu cupped his hands and turned to leave.

Eldest Martial Brother was still quite satisfied with his son's performance.

Although he also wanted his son to break the Zhenlong Chess Game, how could it be so easy? Otherwise, it wouldn't still be here today.

“Not bad, just doing your best is enough.” Eldest Martial Brother patted his son's shoulder.

Next, several more people came forward trying to solve it, but without exception, they all failed.

Among them, Shangguan Haitang was the strongest, playing a hundred and twenty moves with Su Xinghe before finally losing.

“Hey, Old Xiao, it's your turn.” Lei Wujie bumped Xiao Se's shoulder to remind him.

Xiao Se glanced at Lei Wujie, nodded expressionlessly, and stepped forward.

“Xiao Se requests Senior's guidance.” Xiao Se sat down calmly.

Su Xinghe bowed to Xiao Se. He knew Xiao Se's identity, so his attitude toward him was somewhat different.

Xiao Se nodded, said nothing more, and sat down to begin the game.

Xiao Se had made his move. Now, the only ones who hadn't played were Duan Zhengchun, Hua Manlou, Lu Xiaofeng, and West Gate Blowing Snow.

Clearly, West Gate Blowing Snow and Lu Xiaofeng had no intention of playing.

They were only here to accompany Hua Manlou to his appointment.

Moreover, seeing the situation just now, they knew that even if it were them, they couldn't beat Su Xinghe.

Therefore, Lu Xiaofeng didn't plan to step up either.

At first, Xiao Se's offensive was balanced and peaceful, but later, his style changed, instantly becoming filled with a murderous aura.

Soon, the two had surpassed a hundred moves, and the battle was still undecided. However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Xiao Se was beginning to fall into a disadvantage.

The speed of his moves also slowed down significantly.

Ultimately, Xiao Se stopped and lost at the hundred and fiftieth move.

“I admire your chess skills, Sir.” Xiao Se cupped his hands.

Su Xinghe cupped his hands and nodded in acknowledgment. He wanted to speak, but he knew he couldn't. Otherwise, if his enemies found out, trouble would come knocking. They would surely force him to reveal the whereabouts of his Master, Wuyazi.

“It's a pity I still couldn't break your game, Sir.” Xiao Se shook his head with a helpless look.

Among these people, Su Xinghe favored Xiao Se the most. His looks, bearing, and talent all met the criteria.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't solve the game.

At this moment, Su Xinghe looked across the crowd. When he saw Duan Zhengchun, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his heart couldn't help but pound wildly.

To think there was such a handsome Young Master with such extraordinary bearing in this world.

He was practically born to be a member of the Xiaoyao School.

“Old Hua, it's your turn...” Lu Xiaofeng looked at Hua Manlou.

Hua Manlou nodded and turned toward Duan Zhengchun.

“Prince Duan, I shall make a fool of myself. However, I am aware of my own strength; I likely won't be able to solve it.”

“I will just be the one to pave the way while I wait for the Prince to solve the game.”

“Brother Hua must be joking. This Prince's chess skills can only be described as average. I cannot compare to Brother Hua.” Duan Zhengchun smiled and shook his head at Hua Manlou.

Hua Manlou naturally didn't believe Duan Zhengchun's claim of having average skills, taking it as mere modesty.

“Hua Manlou of the Jiangnan Hua Family requests Mr. Su's guidance.” Hua Manlou bowed with cupped hands.

Su Xinghe nodded with a smile.

The game began. Although Hua Manlou was blind, it didn't affect him much.

Lu Xiaofeng stood beside Hua Manlou and began to report the position of the opponent's moves to him.

Soon, the two had reached a hundred moves. At this point, Hua Manlou's speed slowed down, but he continued to persist.

Everyone could see that Hua Manlou was going to lose.

In the end, he lost after persisting for a hundred and sixty moves, ten moves more than Xiao Se.

His were the strongest chess skills present. Originally, Su Xinghe thought Hua Manlou might give him a surprise.

He just didn't expect that while his skills were slightly higher than Xiao Se's, he still couldn't break the Zhenlong Chess Game.

“Sir is brilliant; my skills are inferior.” Hua Manlou stood up and admitted defeat.

Su Xinghe shook his head, indicating not to worry. Hua Manlou's chess skills were the highest he had encountered, but unfortunately, he still couldn't solve the game.

Of the young talents who came this time, several met the criteria, but no one could solve the Zhenlong Chess Game.

Now, only the last person remained who hadn't played, and he was the one Su Xinghe favored most. Whether in terms of looks, bearing, or strength, he was the best among everyone present.

“Prince Duan, it's already this late; do you still not plan to step up?” Hua Manlou looked at Duan Zhengchun with a chuckle.

“Brother-in-law, it's your turn. You said earlier that if you came, this Zhenlong Chess Game could be solved.”

“You can't go back on your word, or else I won't be able to boast in front of my sister later.” Lei Wujie looked at Duan Zhengchun with glowing eyes.

“You brat, since when did you like boasting so much?”

“However, since I'm here, I naturally have to make a move.”

“This Prince said before: since I have come, the Zhenlong Chess Game must be broken.”

Duan Zhengchun's confident words caused those present to show disdain.

Previously, they might not have doubted Duan Zhengchun's words, but now, after seeing so many Masters fail to solve the game, they knew better.

They naturally knew how high the difficulty of the Zhenlong Chess Game was. Duan Zhengchun, you are powerful, but that's only in terms of martial strength.

That doesn't mean your chess skills are high. After all, chess skills are not martial power; a clever person who doesn't know martial arts can still have superb chess skills.

Like Xiao Se just now; there wasn't a hint of Internal Energy fluctuation on him, yet he could play a hundred and fifty moves with Su Xinghe. His strength was evident.

“Hmph, anyone can talk big. Only by showing your strength can you convince everyone.”

Zhang Wuji's mocking voice rang out, surprising everyone.

Eldest Martial Brother's face instantly turned ugly. Previously, his Master had personally announced a rule: any Wudang Disciple must not offend Duan Zhengchun, or they would be expelled from the Sect immediately.

Although he also thought Duan Zhengchun was talking big, he didn't dare to offer even a hint of a rebuttal.