As soon as Yang Zheng went online, he found that his rank had been golden.

Although he ended his winning streak by losing three times to one of the game's "Brocade Guards", he is still the record holder in the game.

But what he didn't expect was that under his winning streak, the user player who won forty-one consecutive victories was actually his old acquaintance, Peng Fei.

And the users who have maintained a winning streak of three to ten under Pengfei are almost all well-known players in the chess world, and they seem to be announcing something with their winning streak and the name of the game that matches reality.

Yang Zheng looked at these names, and his heart was rarely turbulent. Because these people, except for Pengfei, are opponents that he can't reach in reality.

What kind of surprises can they bring to themselves?

Yang Zheng thought excitedly, and on the other hand, he was connected to the single field of software, and he wanted to use chess to extinguish the fanaticism in his heart. But after a few rounds in a row, he became more restless inside.

Because chess is only interesting when you play against a master.

But how can he be a real master in this segment?

Although most of the players in this segment are players who have a certain understanding of target chess. But they are far inferior to professional players in terms of overall vision and detail, especially in terms of mentality, they are far less tenacious than professional chess players.

"Well, let's go down." Yang Zheng won two more games, and just when he felt bored, there was a red exclamation mark in the game screen.

He clicked on the exclamation mark curiously, and looked at the email reminder that the guild war was about to start, and he couldn't help but laugh.

He used to be a fan of computer games, and he had played a lot of online and mobile games, so he knew what Guild Wars meant. But he couldn't have imagined that there would be guild battles in chess games, and the rewards would be so rich.

After he subconsciously clicked in agreement, his software screen instantly jumped to a scene that had nothing to do with the chessboard.

In this world of dots and ink, mountains and water, he saw an unknown swordsman walking slowly towards him.

This swordsman was faceless, and the scabbard between his crotch looked ordinary except for the big word "diamond" written on it, and this swordsman didn't have much nonsense, he walked to Yang Zheng's side and pulled out the three-foot long sword at his waist, pointing directly at Yang Zheng outside the computer screen.

Looking at the swordsman on the computer screen, Yang Zheng's eyes suddenly turned red, because he found that this guild battle still has code, which was designed by him.

Before he left the company, he was one of the people in charge of designing the combat part of the software. There are only three simple requirements for the battle, that is, the national style, the shock and the blandness.

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't expect how the shock and the plain could be combined. Later, he saw a movie, an old movie about ancient swordsmen who guarded their honor. He looked at the ending, when two unknown swordsmen in the rivers and lakes coincidentally pulled out the broken swords in their hands in order to implement their kendo, he came to inspiration and designed this fighting style.

However, trying to run his fighting style and graphics all the way in one software was too expensive, and in the end, it was too costly. But what Yang Zheng didn't expect was that now there are several companies with investors, and those with deep pockets will adopt his former designs.

He looked at this picture, and his calm mood was turbulent again.

He clicked the button on the screen to agree, regardless of how sharp and brilliant the sword with "diamond" on the opposite side was compared to his own longsword called "gold".

He was indifferent on the chessboard below, moving the Zhonggong cannon.

With his Zhonggong cannon, the swordsman representing Yang Zheng appeared in front of this powerful swordsman, and raising his hand was a stab.

On the other hand, the swordsman on the opposite side jumped on a vault and freehand blocked Yang Zheng's direct stab. Yang Zheng also turned offense into defense, and a vaulting horse was vigilant against the opponent.

The swordsman looked at Yang Zheng, who was so vigilant, he moved his insignificant pawn, and a flat slash landed on the tip of Yang Zheng's nose, as if he was looking forward to Yang Zheng's next move.

Yang Zheng unhurriedly shifted the car that had just had a vacant seat, and he didn't seem to see the sword blade of the chivalrous provocation, and in Yang Zheng's eyes, it seemed that there was only a black cannon in front of the car.

The swordsman put away his sword and moved the black cannon opposite the red car, and naturally had a consideration in his heart. That is, he felt that the golden swordsman opposite was most likely a cautious opponent.

But Yang Zheng's next step made a smile appear on the corner of his mouth.

Because Yang Zheng did not enter the car to press the horse, but got into the car and stuck beside the pawn.

"What a rookie, if you get into the car and press the horse, there will be more changes." The knight laughed as he jumped on the horse.

Sure enough, as he expected, the golden rookie on the opposite side seemed to know that there was something wrong with his step, and hurriedly pressed his main horse.

He wanted to stab the rookie in the eye with a freehand sword, and he wanted to fight quickly, because he felt that the opponent's chess strength was only average. He looked at the soldiers moving on the opposite side, probably trying to delay time, and he relaxed and made up a soldier to wait and see.

Sure enough, as he expected, the rookie of the other party moved the middle soldier again, as if attacking like self-killing, he smiled slightly, and one entered the cannon, announcing the futility of the opponent.

But what he didn't expect was that this rookie, who seemed to be brave and unscrupulous, actually fought flat, as if avoiding its edge. He smiled and moved the pawn, calculating that there were about a few more hands to solve the other party's hesitant rookie, this rookie who was ordinary in his eyes, unexpectedly entered the only soldier who crossed the river.

With this rookie's hand, the swordsman suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he hurriedly flew out. And that rookie seems to have grasped the initiative of the chessboard for the first time because of his pegasus, and he seems to be "excited" and "impulsively" jumping on another horse, showing his edge.

The swordsman shook his head, looking at this act of taking the initiative to "send his son", he put the black cannon next to the opponent's Zhonggong cannon, and wanted to eat this impulsive rookie's horse, but with the rookie jumping again.

For the first time, he was silent, because of his long-term experience in the game and as an older amateur chess player, his judgment of danger was different from ordinary people, and it was also because of this judgment that he was promoted to the current rank that countless people dream of in just 100 games.

He trusts his judgment, and because of this extraordinary judgment, he closes his eyes and thinks about all the moves of the rookie on the other side since the beginning of the game.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he looked at was not at the "good situation" chessboard, but at his own hands.

In this short moment, his hands were already covered with sweat.

"What a terrible opponent!" He couldn't help but exclaim.