"Check!"
"Take your chariot!"
"Catch your cannon!"
"Snatch your horse!"
"Hit your elephant!"
...
In Victory Park, Old Liu's laughter echoed like thunder, as he looked at Zhang Lingfeng sitting opposite him, head down, speechless, seemingly caught in a dead-end situation. Around Old Liu, several older men were mocking him.
"It's getting late, we need to go home for dinner. Young man, you should practice more at home. To us, the chess games you study are at an elementary school level."
"It's not a good thing for young people to be obsessed with chess. Looking at your age, you should be a Martial Dao student. You should focus on cultivation because you can't beat us at chess."
"Hahaha, you actually wanted to use a back-rank mate to finish me off, it really cracks me up."
"Old Liu, you've made him all depressed."
A group of older men laughed.
"Hmph, thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank, just you wait."
