Outsiders watch the fun, while experts look at the deeper meaning.

In the eyes of onlookers, Long Fei’s last few moves seemed utterly ordinary.

But in the eyes of experts, these moves represented a profound level of the art of Chess.

There are three thousand paths in the Dao, and Chess is one of them.

In the hands of a master, it displays a different elegance.

Experts know that if Long Fei had made even a single misstep earlier, he would have triggered the lethal trap of the board.

The 361 black and white pieces in the air, along with the power of the Formation in the board itself, would have certainly torn Long Fei to shreds.

But contrary to expectations, Long Fei turned the deadlock into a live game.

In Zhang Wenjun’s eyes, these ten moves had already formed a deadlock.

But in Long Fei’s perspective, there was nothing special.

He wasn’t proficient in Chess, but he understood Spatial Law.

The application of the Spatial Law in these ten moves was merely an appetizer for Long Fei.

Long Fei addressed the Zhang brothers, "This chessboard serves as an Array Plate; indeed elegant. I’ll play a few more games with you two, and you brothers can join forces."

Zhang Wenchang, deep in thought, realized Long Fei wasn’t boasting; he genuinely had the skill.

Without hesitating further, he sat cross-legged and gently stroked the zither strings, saying, "Then, pardon my offense."

Zhang Wenjun once again set up the board with a light shout, "I don’t believe you can break this chess game!"

Upon activating the board, Long Fei was once again enveloped in black and white lines.

The pieces floated in the air, all 361 hovering above Long Fei.

"The Pearl Lattice Chess Game!"

With Zhang Wenjun’s shout, the pieces from the sky rained down like a storm, crashing towards the ground.

Zhang Wenchang’s slender fingers moved, strumming a tune on the zither.

A hum echoed, sending waves of sound into the Formation, surrounding Long Fei from all directions.

The urgent zither sound resounded with the metallic tones of slaughter. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Killing with sound waves also utilized Spatial Law.

Yet, in these sound waves, flows of Golden Elemental Power were mobilized. They could not only harm the soul but also obliterate flesh.

Both of these school heartthrobs were in the Void Insight Realm.

But these skills were truly worthy of a place among the Ten Geniuses.

The surrounding people watched with excitement, witnessing the brothers collaborate for the first time in battle.

Long Fei remained indifferent to the sound waves, allowing them to strike his body like knives and swords.

The sound waves split the ground tiles, leaving cracks, yet when they landed on Long Fei, it was as if he only felt a tickle, without effect.

His entire body was enveloped in a layer of golden light.

A student dressed as a monk observed in amazement, "Buddhist Golden Body Technique, he’s already cultivated an invincible Vajra body!"

"Buddhist Sect?"

"Does he also understand Buddhist Law?"

"Tsk, this truly is a demonic person!"

"..."

A group of young people gasped in awe, yet their eyes focused more on Long Fei’s steps.

He continued to move across the chessboard, seemingly filling the entire board with moves.

Zhang Wenjun let out a soft snort, "The Pearl Lattice Chess Game is an ancient dead end left by Human Emperor Xuanyuan, and you, a mere mortal, think you can solve it? In this game, there’s only a path to death for you."

Zhang Wenchang was already sweating, as the zither sound grew increasingly urgent and resonant, exerting all his strength.

His Primordial Spirit was being pushed to its limit.

The metallic Elemental Force, tearing in from all directions, continuously blended with the Spatial Law, transforming into giant, furious sonic blades chopping towards Long Fei.

Seeing Long Fei indifferent, focusing solely on breaking the board, a sense of failure inevitably arose in his heart.

Throughout all these years at Chang’an Academy, he had never felt such a significant defeat.

He fought with all his might against others, yet the opponent completely ignored him.

This disregard stifled him, almost making him cough up blood.

As Long Fei approached the final move of the Pearl Lattice Chess Game, Zhang Wenjun’s eyes turned red, unable to restrain from shouting, "The game is over, prepare to die!"

Those around felt a sudden tension, expecting the board’s greatest power to erupt.

Who would have thought, Long Fei stepped into the final move.

The board suddenly flashed with light, humming as it disassembled from all sides.

The board in front of Zhang Wenjun trembled, and the backlash of the Formation transmitted, shaking his Divine Sea.

With a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"It’s broken!"

"He actually broke the Pearl Lattice Chess Game?"

"Oh my god, is this person the chess king of our time?"

"..."

The crowd was full of bewildered, unbelievably shocked faces.

Princess Taihua clapped her hands and exclaimed, "I never knew Master was so good at Go, or I would have played a few games with him earlier."

Wang Xiaoya looked utterly bewildered, never expecting Long Fei had secretly learned Chess as well.

Zhang Wenchang continued playing, softly chanting, "Zither conquers the world!"

His fingers flowed like water over the zither strings, playing a relentless tune, making the music ever more urgent.

The void around them tightened abruptly, and in the sky appeared a massive golden blade, a hundred meters long, resembling a heavenly blade descending from above.

Before it even fell, a storm had already begun raging below.

The sharp metallic Elemental Power spread in all directions, turning the tiles within a kilometer radius of the Martial Arts Field into powder.

It’s worth noting that these tiles were all carved with Formation Patterns and came with defensive power.

Yet, one slice of the zither blade shattered them all.

Underneath this domineering blade, Long Fei merely raised a finger.

The void swirled around him, and the transparent sky seemed to ripple like a silk cloth suddenly jolted.

The golden blade rang with a hum, shattered into pieces by the Spatial Law, and vanished into thin air.

Zhang Wenchang’s zither gave a sudden, thunderous sound, throwing him backward.

He crashed heavily onto the ground, his white robe stained with blood, equally injured internally by Long Fei’s simple move.

The brothers looked at each other, utterly bewildered by their defeat.

Long Fei raised his hand and chuckled, "Care to continue?"

The brothers retrieved their Magical Treasures, stood up straight, and clasped their hands, bowing, "We concede!"

The crowd was in an uproar, with the pair’s female fans bursting into tears.

Others hurried to offer handkerchiefs to wipe the blood from their lips.

Zhang Wenjun, puzzled, asked, "The Pearl Lattice Chess Game is an ancient endgame. Even my master can’t break it; how did you manage?"

His address to Long Fei was suddenly three degrees more humble and respectful.

Long Fei chuckled, "In truth, it’s simple. I didn’t solve the game. It truly is a dead end, but I stepped out of the board and placed a piece outside. Thus, the game broke."

"Stepped out of the board?"

The Zhang brothers were astonished, wide-eyed in disbelief, never expecting the ancient endgame to be breached so easily?

Experts, however, were left confused, pondering how this board, a sophisticated Formation sealing one within, could be so easily bypassed?

What seemed simple might involve grand mysteries within.

Some were left despondent, not expecting to lose this round as well.

The reputation of Chang’an Academy was certainly blemished today.

At that moment, a bronze bell resounded from a distant hill.

Someone lightly called out, "Amitabha, this humble monk wishes to exchange a few moves with you, friend!"