Chapter 285 - 282: Directly Dueling with [Reversal of Fortune]

Chapter 285: Chapter 282: Directly Dueling with [Reversal of Fortune]

RUMMMMMMMMMBLE—

A colossal roar echoed through the void, shattering the land for a thousand miles around.

A roiling torrent of shockwaves, explosions, extreme heat, and immense pressure engulfed the entire region.

This was the spectacular battle between Xiang Hongtu and Ji Donglai, both unleashing their full power!

The area had transformed into an absolute Death Realm.

Any existence below the Fourth Turn who dared to approach risked immediate, violent death.

And it was only thanks to the All-Seer’s "Omniscient Eye" effect that Martial Artists below the Fourth Turn could witness for the first time the immense gulf between the Third and Fourth Turns.

If those below the Fourth Turn were considered walking natural disasters, then a Fourth Turn was an apocalyptic flood!

Within this absolute Death Realm, two figures flickered like meteors.

Every collision set off a blinding flash of light, as if dozens or even hundreds of nuclear weapons were detonating at once.

And clashes like this occurred hundreds, if not thousands, of times in the span of a single breath.

Gazing from a distance, one could see countless stars constantly flashing, radiating light from within a Black Domain that twisted and devoured even light itself.

This was a battle capable of altering a planet’s entire ecosystem.

If not for the special rules of the Martial World suppressing the destruction, and had this been on Earth, just a few more minutes of this devastation would be enough to annihilate over ninety percent of humanity.

Venturing deeper into this Death Realm would reveal two figures frantically trading blows as if teleporting.

Each punch was a violent roar that savaged the environment.

One was the number one Fourth Turn recognized by the All-Seer; the other was the strongest ability user from the New Country, an Exotic Realm.

Both were the supreme emperors of their respective nations, now unleashing terrifying power upon each other.

The light and heat from their last exchange pressed in from all directions, sending the void into a frenzied boil.

Time is honored, space is king!

At this moment, Ji Donglai was using spatial shifts to constantly corner his opponent.

Meanwhile, Xiang Hongtu raced along the scale of time, countering Ji Donglai’s assault.

In the dozen or so seconds the fight had lasted, Ji Donglai had yet to land a single blow on Xiang Hongtu. Instead, he was the one continuously suffering a relentless barrage on the temporal scale.

But Xiang Hongtu didn’t dare be careless with any attack, blocking every single one with the body of Chixiao.

Because unlike Ji Donglai, he didn’t have an ability that ignored defenses. Getting hit meant suffering a grievous injury.

"This... Is this a Fourth Turn-level battle?"

Tiger Slaughter Sect Leader Yang Duan gulped, his eyes fixed on the world-blotting phenomena in the live broadcast.

Although a Second Turn was a considerable figure in the Great Derivation, they were worse than beggars before a Fourth Turn.

The might of a Fourth Turn was unfathomable. Low-level Martial Artists like them had never witnessed such power. It was like a door to a new world had been thrown open.

For the first time, they understood so profoundly the gap between them and a Fourth Turn.

This battle would surely be forever recorded in the annals of every nation.

’Bullshit. This isn’t the standard for a Fourth Turn at all.’

Yi Tianxing, who was in the middle of his game, cursed inwardly. He wanted to declare that other Fourth Turns weren’t this monstrous.

If most Fourth Turns were to face either Ji Donglai or Xiang Hongtu, they’d probably be killed in less than a second—like a certain Mr. [Giant Mountain Super Power Dominator] who shall not be named.

’This is definitely touching on the power of a Fifth Turn.’

It was only thanks to the protection of the chessboard that he could play so leisurely.

If he were to step outside like Ji Donglai, he’d be caught in a sandstorm.

While he wouldn’t be killed instantly like a Third Turn, he would inevitably be battered by the surrounding astral winds and thunderstorms, his hair blown into a mess, looking utterly pathetic and risking injury.

Yi Tianxing mused to himself as seven game pieces fell onto the board before him. In the distance, the flashing starlight paused.

The next instant, a blurry afterimage flickered in front of him, and seven white pieces landed on their respective boards.

Apparently, after he had made his move, Ji Donglai had reappeared before him via teleportation, and Fang Can had then placed seven pieces. Now it was his turn again.

It was clear that Fang Can was playing against him while simultaneously controlling teleportation to fight Xiang Hongtu, who wielded the weapon Chixiao.

And at the same time, he had to teleport to the Endless Sea to attack Yan Chqing, who possessed the [Equality Domain].

One person, three threads of activity. It was almost more than he could handle.

’This guy,’ Yi Tianxing thought, his gaze leisurely as he looked at the board where forty to fifty moves had been played in just a few seconds. His eyes showed a hint of ease.

"I thought he was just bluffing earlier. After only forty or fifty moves, he’s already showing signs of losing."

A relaxed look appeared in Yi Tianxing’s eyes. As long as he relentlessly attacked this exposed weakness, the losing position would become more and more obvious until the entire board was lost and victory was his.

At that thought, seven more wisps of black energy entered the board, viciously strangling the white pieces’ liberties.

After placing his pieces, as Ji Donglai returned once more, Yi Tianxing spoke leisurely through his Heart Image:

"Kid, haven’t you noticed you’re already at a disadvantage? At our level, this is irreversible. You should start preparing for your funeral."

’Hmm—’

Fang Can glanced at the board through Ji Donglai’s eyes, studying it carefully.

After his opponent’s reminder, he did indeed spot a mistake he’d made on the third board.

If Yi Tianxing responded properly, his defeat would be undeniable in a dozen or so moves. Not even the gods could save him then.

"Alright, if that’s the case," Fang Can said, looking at the old geezer, "I’m going to start cheating now. Let’s see if you can spot it."

As his voice fell, the white energy in front of Fang Can shot toward the board with even greater speed.

"Hm?"

The next moment, Yi Tianxing stared at Fang Can’s move on the third board, his expression freezing for an instant.

Seventeen-three, a jump!

’What kind of move is this? I can’t make sense of it.’ Yi Tianxing was completely baffled.

Before, Fang Can’s attacks were fierce and intense, like a high-energy youth, but with some careful planning, he could be lured into a wolf’s den.

But now his style had suddenly shifted. He wasn’t attacking anymore, but defending?

He then snorted coldly. "Just a young man’s tricks!"

With that thought, he continued to place his seven black pieces on the field within the time limit. The next instant, Fang Can’s white pieces were placed as if without any thought at all.

’This kid...’ Yi Tianxing’s brow furrowed.

’Did he realize his mistake and just start giving up? He’s playing even faster than before, as if he’s not thinking at all.’

’Or is he trying to rob me of my thinking time, hoping I’ll make a mistake too?’

The thought struck Yi Tianxing as absurd. A mere First Turn wanted to compete with him, a Fourth Turn, in processing power.

’You want to go fast? Then I’ll show you fast.’ A competitive fire lit in Yi Tianxing. After seeing his opponent’s weakness, he also sped up his game.

But soon after, he felt that this guy’s playstyle was becoming obscure and difficult to understand, as if a different person were playing against him.

If before he had the visible drive of a young man, rushing forward with the fearlessness of a newborn calf facing a tiger...

...then Fang Can’s style now was to sometimes defend, sometimes pincer, sometimes encircle, and sometimes feint and retreat.

After just a short while, beads of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the previously composed Yi Tianxing.

The more they played, the more shaken he became.

Because he discovered that although the style was varied, it—

’Had no weaknesses!’

He couldn’t find a single flaw in Fang Can’s game.

In a high-speed exchange of over twenty moves per second, not only were all his previous openings patched up, but he actually felt like he was falling into a disadvantage.

It was a truly seamless strategy!

How is this possible! What a joke!

Another twenty-odd moves passed, and Yi Tianxing grew more horrified the longer he played.

At some point, his entire head had become drenched in sweat.

If he had been playing slowly before to stall for time, now he was truly using all his brainpower to figure out how to break the stalemate.

Once again, he placed his seven pieces just as the time limit expired. He watched the figure of the relaxed Yi Donglai teleport back to the chessboard, about to toss down more pieces without a second thought. He hastily shouted:

"Chotto matte—"

"Huh?" Fang Can paused and looked up at the old man.

He saw that the man’s originally white hair was now soaked with sweat, his face flushed red as he stared at him.

"C-Can you wait for me for a moment? You’re playing too fast. I can’t quite keep up," Yi Tianxing pleaded, his aged face filled with desperation.

When these words were spoken, the Disciples in the Chess Pavilion, thousands of miles away, watched their Pavilion Master’s current state in disbelief.

In their hearts, their Pavilion Master was an unrivaled master of chess, a man who had once defeated a Fifth Turn expert in a game.

Yet now, he was begging a mere First Turn youth to give him a handicap in a game of ultra-blitz chess.

To the junior members of the Chess Pavilion, this was a world-shattering blow!

It was as if the goddess they had always admired was begging a young boy, saying the game was too fast, too intense, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

This isn’t a game... it’s a violation!!!

In that moment, all the Disciples felt their faith shattering. Was their invincible Pavilion Master about to lose?

"Oh," Fang Can said casually in response to Yi Tianxing’s plea. "Sure. I haven’t dealt with the others yet anyway, so I can spare you a little time."

"Th-Thank you," Yi Tianxing said with sincere gratitude.

He now regarded the young man before him as an opponent worthy of his full, undivided attention.

As for Fang Can, his eyes were on the board. He held a white piece in his hand, ready to play according to his "cheating" method.

Fang Can held a white piece, his gaze falling on an intersection in the upper-left corner of the board, preparing to place it.

But the next moment, Providence immediately made a judgment.

Playing this move carried the risk of losing the game and being struck by the damaging power of a peak Fourth Turn expert.

Consequently, under the threat of death, Fang Can’s innate talent was instantly elevated by Providence.

Feeling his aptitude rise rapidly, Fang Can understood that placing a piece here was dangerous, so he abandoned the move.

He then shifted his gaze to the intersection of the first row and second column, preparing to place his piece, but the aptitude that had just receded after he gave up the previous move surged once more.

After countless death-or-life judgments from Providence, Fang Can finally found where he should play his next move.

The intersection of the seventh row and fifth column!

He didn’t know why, but since Providence hadn’t been triggered, this had to be the right move.

In a mere instant, the seven pieces landed again. Fang Can looked at the old man and smiled. "Your turn, old timer."

Now, Yi Tianxing was playing directly against Fang Can’s [Providence]!