Ninety-nine consecutive victories? Chess players from all over the world were in an uproar.
A hundred consecutive wins seems very easy, but it is extremely difficult to do it. After all, those who can participate in the chess soul competition are not mediocre, and the real chess masters have been selected through ten endgames.
Sima Qianjun? Sima Zhongshan chewed on this name.
"You bastard, didn't you say you could win? Why did you lose?" A woman's shout came from the crowd.
The woman was obviously very angry.
"Princess, Master Sima's chess skills have entered the artistic conception, and my subordinates are not as good as that!" A man's plaintive voice came from inside.
"Then what do I need you for? You said you are good at chess, and I asked the Holy King to give you a 'middle' position in heaven and earth. What use do I need to raise you for? What do I need for a retainer like you? I'm so angry.
I'm so angry!" The woman's angry voice came from inside.
At this time, Zhong Shan also squeezed into the crowd and saw the so-called princess.
It was a stunning woman wearing a fiery red dress, no, a stunning woman, with a pair of charming eyes, charming lips, charming ears, and charming nose. The moment he looked at her face, Zhong Shan felt so excited in his heart.
She was given the term 'vixen'.
Among the people Zhong Shan knew, the only one who could rival her in beauty was Nu Qinghui.
Absolute disaster for the country and the people, absolutely overwhelming the country, absolutely charming like a fox.
It was so beautiful that many of the sanctimonious chess players here were distracted by her, and they all stared at the woman in red.
In the country of Qingqiu, there are many vixens, beautiful women and handsome men, but none of them can compare with her.
The look in the eyes of these sanctimonious chess players is the best explanation.
"Princess, you can't blame me. Master Sima has reached the 'artistic conception', and his subordinates are no match for him!" A man in green clothes said with a frustrated look.
"No match for me? What did you say to me before? To be the first guest in my house? That's all you have? Get out of here, get out of here!" The woman kicked him.
The man didn't dare to say anything anymore and ran away in a panic.
"I'm so angry!" the princess said fiercely, putting her hands on her hips.
However, even if she is shrewd, it is still a wonderful enjoyment to show it on this beautiful and charming woman. Every frown and smile arouse people's endless reverie.
On the other side of the chessboard, an extremely handsome man was sitting.
The man had long blue hair, and there was a flash of complacency in his eyes. At the same time, he looked at the princess in front of him with a touch of possessiveness. This man should be Sima Qianjun, whom the crowd shouted just now.
"Princess Jiuwei? You're not a very good servant, are you?" Sima Qianjun said with a faint evil smile.
"Hmph, don't get too proud too early. There are still many people in Qingqiu who have achieved the artistic conception." Princess Jiuwei said coldly.
"But I will be able to kill a hundred people soon. I will be qualified to enter the Sea of Smoke soon, and you, the Nine-Tail Princess Mansion, are not qualified to go!" Sima Qianjun attacked.
In Sima Qianjun's view, women cannot always please, they must be properly attacked to show their strength and conquer women. Sima Qianjun has long been eyeing this thorny flower in Qingqiu. At the same time, he made up his mind to kill it.
I won this flower. It’s so charming, you can’t find another one even in Qingqiu.
"You? If you haven't won hundreds of games in a day, don't show off in front of me!" Princess Jiuwei said bitterly.
"That's not easy, who else is coming?" Sima Qianjun immediately looked at everyone.
The artistic conception, Sima Qianjun has reached the artistic conception of chess, who dares to come? A hundred consecutive victories is as difficult as reaching the sky. Every chess player looks at his folded cards and does not want to be cleared.
A duel with a master of artistic conception is simply seeking death.
"Dead people? Is there anyone else coming?" Sima Qianjun stared.
The chess players retreated to the rear. Who will come? The real masters have obtained the qualifications decades ago. Who will delay it until now? Only Sima Qianjun has just realized the 'artistic conception' and has only arrived now.
Massacre in all directions.
"If no one comes, I will order it. Whoever I order must come and play with me. Otherwise, you know how powerful I, Sima Qianjun, am!" Sima Qianjun said in a deep voice.
All the chess players felt depressed for a while and wanted to retreat one after another.
"No one is allowed to leave!" Sima Qianjun shouted.
All the chess players were stunned, and at the same time secretly cried out that they were unlucky. Sima Qianjun, an important young master of the Sima family, who dares to offend him? If he had known it, he would not have come to see him.
When everyone was nervous, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Sima Qianjun?" Zhong Shan shouted calmly.
"Who?" Sima Qianjun's eyes turned cold.
"I'm here to meet you!" Zhong Shan stepped out.
Seeing someone coming out, all the chess players gave way to let Zhong Shan go. It was great, he finally got the lead.
Princess Jiuwei also looked at Zhong Shan in surprise.
"Humph, what a loud tone, don't worry about flashing your tongue!" Sima Qianjun said coldly.
"It's not up to you to decide whether or not to flash your tongue." Zhong Shan shook his head and walked up.
Zhong Shan is very calm. Everyone feels that Zhong Shan is very calm, but is being calm useful? Wasn't the chess player just now also very calm, and wasn't he also defeated by Sima Qianjun?
Artistic conception is the legendary realm of chess. Anyone who reaches the artistic conception will reach the pinnacle of chess.
Zhong Shan sat down and glanced at the Go chess piece on the table. A flash of realization flashed in his eyes. Indeed, Sima Qianjun in front of him was a powerful character.
However, it is precisely because of such a powerful character that it feels more interesting to torture him.
"Since you are looking for death, then come and do it!" Sima Qianjun said with an evil smile.
Sima Qianjun placed his folded cards in the groove of the chess table, and the word "Nine-nine" slowly appeared on the chess table.
Zhong Shan placed the folded card in the groove, and a word appeared on the chess table. Almost everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this word.
zero!
Zero? Is it such an exaggeration? Everyone drew a tragic equal sign for Zhong Shan in their hearts.
The Princess Jiuwei on the side also looked angry, but when she looked at Sima Qianjun, she was very angry, so angry that she wanted to see him fail.
Sima Qianjun waved his sleeves, and the chess pieces on the chess table were divided into two sides, with Sima Ce holding white and Zhong Shan holding black.
"Zero? Hahaha, you want to fight against me? I'll let you go first!" Sima Qianjun said disdainfully.
"That would be disrespectful!" Zhong Shan did not shirk.
He picked up a black stone with his index and middle fingers and slapped it on the chessboard very solemnly.
"Crack!"
When the sunspot fell, almost everyone was stunned.
"Tian Yuan? His move is Tian Yuan?" A chess player suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone looked at it, and sure enough, Zhong Shan's first piece fell in the center of the chessboard, the unique star point in the center.
"Why did his first son fall to Tianyuan? Is he crazy?"
"The first piece is in formation, but the first piece falls on Tianyuan and is wasted. Can he play chess?"
"Crazy, crazy, no one has ever dared to fall to Tianyuan first. His head is broken. He will definitely lose if he does this!"
All the chess players criticized Zhongshan, but Zhongshan remained motionless.
"Tian Yuan? Are you trying to trick me on purpose? Or are you admitting defeat?" Sima Qianjun sneered.
"When I make a move, the first one will be Tianyuan!" Zhong Shan said solemnly.
This is a fact. When Zhongshan and Nangong Sheng played chess, Zhongshan's first piece always only landed on Tianyuan, the star point in the center of the chessboard. The first piece never fell on anything else.
Because Zhong Shan plays chess differently from others. What Zhong Shan plays is ‘Emperor Chess’. The first piece of Imperial Chess is called ‘Jun Lin Tian Xia’.
Where Tian Yuan is born, the first son will surely fall.
"Humph, since you are seeking death, you can't blame me!" Sima Qianjun sneered.
"Bang!" Sima Qianjun fell.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
The two made moves against each other, but no one was optimistic about Zhong Shan, because Zhong Shan's move was so contrary to common sense. Logically speaking, when Sima Qianjun made a move, Zhong Shan should stick to it, but Zhong Shan acted on his own.
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Sima Qianjun became more and more disdainful as he played. Is this person really not good at chess?
When Sima Qianjin fell on the thirtieth piece, he occupied various favorable positions, as if the overall situation was determined, and looked at Zhong Shan with a sneer: "It's your turn, I didn't expect that you could get the folded card even if you are so bad!"
Zhong Shan didn't reply to him. The black piece in his hand paused slightly in the air and pressed it down solemnly.
With that press, a strange breeze blew out from the direction of the chessboard.
A light breeze blew, making everyone suddenly excited, and Zhongshan sunspots fell.
"Crack!"
When the sunspot fell, the sound at that moment seemed to strike everyone's heart, and almost everyone seemed to suddenly see a burst of purple energy spurting out from where Zhongshan fell.
Many people shook their heads, thinking they had seen it wrong.
Imperial Chess's Imperial Purple Qi! Zhong Shan's piece fell, and the dust almost settled.
On the entire chessboard, the situation changed drastically. What was originally a steady victory for Sima Qianjun turned into a huge defeat in the blink of an eye.
The chessboard looks like the black chess piece is looking down at the white chess piece.
"Okay, good chess!" Sima Qianjun said bitterly.
Sima Qianjun was careless. At this moment, Sima Qianjun finally realized that the person in front of him was not some trash at all, but a real layout master.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
He kept making moves, but the more he made moves, the more sweat dripped from Sima Qianjun's forehead.
"Tianyuan? That son of Tianyuan can actually support the four directions?"
"No, the Tianyuan piece is like a commander-in-chief, commanding the world on the chessboard. Its existence means that White will never be able to turn over!"
"It's so wonderful, so unbelievable. This Tianyuan son is really a stroke of genius. With this son, Sima Qianjun can only lose, and there is no possibility of victory at all!"
The chess players who were watching all shouted in admiration.
At this moment, Sima Qianjun was even more focused, his eyes filled with horror. Sima Qianjun was covered in sweat. Sima Qianjun felt that as long as he made a move, he would be stabbed by thousands of big spears.
The whole shot pierced his heart.
I feel depressed, every time I make a move, I feel depressed. There is no way to start, it seems like I am losing ground wherever I play, the entire chessboard has become the world of the person in front of me, let him run wild, let him be arrogant, I just keep being abused.
Same.
Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Sima Qianjun is going crazy. He is so tortured and manic.
Can't lose, can't lose, this is the last game, the 100-game winning streak is now, once you lose, it will return to zero, you can't lose, the strong will forces Sima Qianjun to endure the abuse in his heart.
However, watching the white pieces being captured one by one, Sima Qianjun realized in despair that even if he had a way to recover, he could not save his chess game.
"Pah!" Zhong Shan's last piece fell.
"You lost!" Zhong Shan said lightly.
After this piece fell, Sima Qianjun realized that he had really lost. Looking at his white piece, it seemed that it was no longer white at this moment, but was covered in blood, and he was completely defeated.
"Look, what is that?" a chess player exclaimed.
Everyone looked at the chessboard carefully again. At this moment, everyone strangely discovered that on the entire chessboard, Zhong Shan's black chess had unknowingly placed two words. Among the black chess surrounded by white chess, there were clearly
Two words, two words that I didn’t see until the dust settled after the rain?
Too weak!
‘Too weak’? Are you insulting Sima Qianjun for being too weak?