It seems to be a long rest, and it is difficult to recover the mental and physical strength that the strange old man consumed before.

The exhaustion of his body and mind made him open his mouth and gasp for breath like a fish.

There are three more to wrap up today's game.

Thinking of this, the strange old man seemed to have regained some strength.

He stood up on crutches and walked tremblingly towards his next opponent.

……

Yang Zheng's next opponent, although he is also an Internet celebrity, his strength is obviously not worthy of the more than 200,000 fans he has on the Internet.

He seems to be like a novice chess player, although he has a good start, the middle and late games are a mess, and he was easily killed by Yang Zheng in three or two strokes.

He doesn't seem to be surprised by this ending, anyway, for him, how he wins or loses this Muzi Cup can't affect him to continue making money on the Internet at all.

He was also very free-spirited, and he didn't say hello after losing, so he stepped aside and played with his mobile phone.

Yang Zheng wasn't angry, he just searched the account of the Internet celebrity opposite after being bored after finishing the game, and took a cursory look at the dozens of videos he had recently released.

He also understood that this man, who was called the god of war by the old man on the Internet, was most likely playing chess with software.

Because he couldn't give a reasonable explanation for every move in the middle game, and some time ago, he also won seven games in a row over the well-known chess player Wang Dacang, who is known as the cannon, on the Internet.

He used the same opening in every game, and won with a different mid-game layout, and the unbelievable layout of the hand must only be played by intermediate-level software.

Yang Zheng also recalled every opponent he had met since today after this game, as if in addition to the chess anchor with thousands of fans just now, the others seemed to be computer players.

He couldn't help but sigh that there are too many fake chess masters on the Internet now, and many old chess friends who have just come into contact with the Internet don't know what software to play chess, and finally they are stunned by this group of young people, and some will even fall into the so-called "chess 1-to-1 course" and "bring goods to supplement the brain" trap set by these young people.

He was even more powerless and angry, and he didn't know when some so-called chess Internet celebrities with bad intentions were openly under the guise of meeting friends with chess, but in fact, they racked their brains to think of ways to empty the pensions of retired old men.

They always talk about the clumsy excuse of laughing at the poor and not laughing at prostitutes, but they are unwilling to see the simple truth that the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.

Yang Zheng suddenly raised his head and began to look around.

There was a lot of noise all around, and countless mobile phones were lighting up the cameras behind them.

Some are recording their lives, and some are broadcasting chess games live.

Everyone's expressions are different, some are laughing, some are muttering as if they are saying something, and some are facing away from the camera, as if they are having a ghost in their hearts.

Most of the folk competitions are like this.

Some people are playing chess seriously, and some people want to make a fortune with chess.

But the game of chess is absolutely fair, no matter what your birth is, what your life experience is, and no matter what purpose you have in mind.

The end of chess will eventually knock you back to square one.

Yang Zheng suddenly felt like a fighter against fakes, he was different from Lao Zhang, his heart was not as compassionate as Lao Zhang, in his heart, what was true was true, and what was fake was always fake.

For a moment, the hot blood in the chest surged up the head.

He seemed to be full of power.

Looking forward to their next opponent.

……

The blame old man was very difficult, he had to admire the strength of the young man opposite, and when he was ahead of the first hand, the latecomer took the lead and beat him three times in a row.

He also knew that if he continued to drag on, then the ending would definitely be more auspicious.

The young man on the opposite side was also more and more frightened, he had just lost to Yang Zheng, and he had always thought that in his group, except for Yang Zheng's chess strength comparable to his own, the rest of the opponents were also imaginary.

He has always looked down on the weird old man in this group, thinking that he, like other Internet celebrity anchors, relies on software to play chess.

But a full half an hour has passed since the beginning, and although the strange old man has the advantage of taking the lead, it can still be seen from the game that this strange old man still has two brushes.

Especially his cannon, which makes him have some skills, and several times under the encirclement and suppression of many of his chess pieces, the strange old man relied on a single cannon to fight his way out of a desperate situation.

It's just that he will never let the strange old man win.

He had already seen that the strange old man's physical strength was not as good as his own, as long as he dragged on for another half an hour, then the strange old man would definitely lose.

He would never give the strange old man any chance, for he knew who was more important than the great opportunity in front of him.

He is still unhurried and defensive, and you can also get a glimpse of why this person has a high chess ability, but there are only a few thousand fans.

He seems to be obsessed with winning and losing, and only looks at the surface.

Perhaps, in Lao Zhou's words, although this person has good chess skills, he lacks the heart of a strong man.

The strange old man wanted to break through, but the "violated" general on the opposite side made him exhausted.

At this time, he wanted to tell the referee on the side that this kind of captain is a foul in the professional arena, but he also knows that this is an amateur arena.

The point is that there are no rules.

He is insisting, insisting on when he will give up the long general to give him a chance to break through.

He was also thinking wildly, because he saw the badge on the chest of the "scoundrel" in front of him, and the dazzling loss made him understand that there must be another master in this group.

Can you make it there by willpower?

Can you really rely on willpower to give the fans who support you an answer they are looking forward to?

He didn't know, and he didn't dare to fantasize about the final ending.

He could only work hard to cheer up and mechanically deal with the general opposite.

The referee on the side looked young, only twenty-five or sixteen, and he frowned at the game.

Although his chess strength is not high, he also saw that this young man was not only trying to consume the physical strength of the old man opposite, but he also wanted to bet on the old man's "mistakes".

It was about 99 that a city held a chess tournament with the participation of the whole people, and invited a chess master to participate, and everyone thought that the outcome would be that the chess master would win, but in the end it was an unknown amateur chess player who made it to the end.

His way to win is very simple, that is, the first leader will consume the physical strength and stamina of the opposite side, and finally suddenly change his trick to bet on the opponent's inertial mistakes.

Although this move was very bad, at the time when the rules were not perfect, this amateur chess player not only defeated the aging chess master, but also enjoyed a long period of traffic dividends in the following years.

It's a pity that after 04 years, this amateur chess player met the chess master Ai Disciple who had lost to him before, and the young Ai Disciple did not give him a chance to grow a long game with his chess ability, and he was pulled off the altar in one game.

And that young chess player, who also set many world records in the future, is known as the "killer" chess master Zhang Xiwei.

He also has a phrase that is particularly famous.

That's the best way to meet a rogue opponent is to stick to the end with willpower and then keep attacking.

The man finally couldn't help but change his tricks.

But the ending he imagined didn't seem to appear.

The strange old man finally smiled, his eyes suddenly became extremely determined, and then he picked up the red cannon that had been with him and had been patient like him, and blew the horn of attack.

The large sunspots seemed to retreat again.

There seems to be no way back.