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Chapter 1267 - 761: Sea City 4_3
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Chapter 1267: Chapter 761: Sea City 4_3

Yue Honglian had never played such a powerful game of Beast Fighting Chess before, and she was extremely excited. After a quick glance earlier, she had a rough idea of the red side’s strategy. Without hesitation, she launched an attack.

A quarter of an hour later, the red side suffered a major defeat.

The white-haired old man stared at Yue Honglian in astonishment, as the opponent did not follow the usual routine, and attacked directly without nurturing any Spirit Beasts, leaving him completely defeated. This left him feeling quite unsatisfied with losing.

Thus, the second match began quickly.

Yue Honglian sat there motionless and won consecutively thirty-six games. She subdued all the chess players on the ninth floor, making them bow their heads in submission.

Yue Honglian was close to the Earth Immortal level, her Divine Soul Power far surpassed this group of chess players. Additionally, she had great talent in the art of chess, and naturally was invincible against these people.

The attendant was also bewildered, not having seen Yue Honglian as mightily capable as she was.

Yue Honglian was thrilled after the spree, so the attendant led her to the thirteenth floor. She thought that even if she encountered an Earth Immortal, she could still play a few hands. Moreover, what Earth Immortal would have so much free time to come here and play chess?

The attendant advised a bit, but Yue Honglian didn’t care. The attendant, helpless, could only lead Yue Honglian to the thirteenth floor.

The main hall on the thirteenth floor had significantly fewer people, scattered only about twenty or so individuals. Sitting there, either in a daze, whispering to someone, or drinking by themselves, surprisingly, no one was playing chess.

Yue Honglian glanced around and felt that this group of people seemed well-mannered yet all appeared unfamiliar.

As the direct disciple of Yuan Qinglian, Yue Honglian was going out for the first time, yet she was very familiar with the Earth Immortals of Central Province. Even if she hadn’t met them, she had seen their images.

Yue Honglian did not notice any Earth Immortals present, which made her more confident. She picked a seat and sat down, raising her voice as she said, "As a humble girl, I wish to learn from a skilled chess master. Is there anyone willing to teach me?"

Yet the surrounding people acted as if they didn’t hear her, no one paid attention to Yue Honglian.

This left Yue Honglian a bit embarrassed; she slightly frowned and said, "You all came to the thirteenth floor just to drink tea and wine, didn’t you?"

Still, no one responded to her, which made Yue Honglian a bit angry. What’s their meaning, do they look down on her?

"Are you afraid of me, a little girl?" Yue Honglian asked again.

A burly man sitting near Yue Honglian looked at her, "Little girl, if you want to play chess, go downstairs. Why bother being here?"

Though he didn’t scold or shout, his words were rather unkind.

Yue Honglian took a closer look at the burly man; he had thick brows and tiger-like eyes, his skin showing a faint golden hue. Sitting there, he naturally exuded an aura as steady as a mountain, yet couldn’t be identified as a cultivator from any sect.

Yue Honglian glanced sideways at the burly man: "Who are you, anyway? I’ll insist on being here, what can you do?"

The burly man raised his eyebrows suddenly, and his demeanor became chilling and sharp, pressing Yue Honglian’s heart tightly.

However, the burly man quickly calmed his anger, sighed, and said: "Damn, it’s dull to fuss with a little girl."

The nearby people all laughed, yet their laughter soon turned to a bitter expression.

Yue Honglian found it very strange, not knowing what’s wrong with this group of people. She was always courageous, and with Yuan Qinglian on her side, she feared nothing.

She said: "Since it’s like this, what’s there to fear about playing chess?"

The burly man chuckled coldly: "I’m just too lazy to bully kids."

"Haha, but you need to have that skill..."

Yue Honglian shook her finger at the burly man: "Not convinced? Come and try."

"Alright."

The burly man said: "Might as well, I’ll bully the kid for some fun."

Yue Honglian smiled proudly, not saying a word, only determined to teach the burly man a lesson.

But the chessboard unfolded, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Yue Honglian was defeated miserably.

The burly man pushed the chessboard aside, not saying anything, seeming like winning against Yue Honglian wasn’t worth mentioning.

Yue Honglian’s face turned pale, looking down to review the game herself, but couldn’t find any weakness in the opponent. All her strategies were firmly countered by the opponent, leaving no hope of victory.

This could only mean one thing: the opponent’s Divine Soul was much stronger than hers. In the end, Beast Fighting Chess is based on Divine Soul Power; no matter how high the chess skill, if one’s Divine Soul Power is weaker than the opponent, one would be defeated.

Yue Honglian felt unconvinced in her loss, but she knew the burly man’s Divine Soul Power was too strong, leaving her with no hope of winning.

She could only shift her focus and found another skinny, black-robed old man. The old man wasn’t as fierce as the burly man, but his chess strategy was intricately woven like a net. After a bout of battling, Yue Honglian was completely annihilated.

Unconvinced, Yue Honglian mustered up courage to battle again, and with consecutive losses in three rounds, her face turned paper-white, and her sharpness was entirely extinguished.

She sat there listlessly, like a wooden chicken, with bewilderment in her eyes.

"How can there be so many chess masters in the world? Is my chess skill really that bad, or is my cultivation too weak..."

Yue Honglian had been competitive since childhood, and seldom lost, never had she suffered such a crushing defeat.

All of a sudden, she developed a strong doubt in herself.

As a Sword Cultivator, the most crucial aspect is having indestructible Sword Intent. Yue Honglian’s doubt in herself even shook the foundation of her Divine Soul.

The burly man and the black-robed elder noticed Yue Honglian’s anomaly but paid no attention.

Others were watching amusedly, with no one caring about whether Yue Honglian would have any accidents.

Li Xiulian noticed something was off about Yue Honglian, but didn’t know how to help. She also felt the group on the thirteenth floor was really weird and dangerous. So she quietly activated the Cyan Lotus Sword Order.

The Cyan Lotus Sword Order could directly alert her master Yuan Qinglian, and Li Xiulian dared not ignore it given the unusual situation.

Suddenly, a cyan lotus bloomed above the hall, layers upon layers, and from the lotus emerged a woman in green.

The green-clad woman had her hair in a Taoist bun, with a veil covering her face. Through the veil, only her bright, clear eyes could be seen. She had an elegant, slender figure, carrying a longsword on her back. Inside her long sleeves, she wielded a snow-white duster.

Seeing the woman in green appear, everyone’s face changed slightly.

The woman in green swept her gaze over the crowd before finally fixing it on Yue Honglian. With a flick of her duster, she lightly brushed across Yue Honglian’s face.

Yue Honglian awoke as if from a dream, hurriedly got up, clasped her fists, and saluted: "Disciple greets master."

The woman in green said indifferently: "Your temperament is restless, and experiencing setbacks can also be a good thing."

Yue Honglian was utterly ashamed: "Disciple is incompetent and has disgraced the sect."

"It’s not your fault."

The woman in green glanced at the people in the room disdainfully and said: "Losing to the Demon Emperor isn’t shameful."

She then addressed the burly man and the others: "You Demon Emperors huddling here like displaced dogs, does that amuse you?

"The illustrious Celestial Corpse, Xiankong Ancestor still bullying my little disciple, you all truly have skill."

The burly man’s face looked very unpleasant, yet he said nothing.

The black-robed elder chuckled dryly then said: "Sword Venerable, don’t blame us, the young girl was spirited and wanted to challenge us, so we played along..."

He paused and continued: "Gao Xuan’s rampage is now turning the Eight Desolates into wasteland. This person is greedy and insatiable, and will soon invade Central Province. Sword Venerable, why not rid the world of this grave threat..."

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