Reborn Conceited Soldier

When Sima Yanzi heard this, he could not help but take a deep breath. What does he mean by this? Did he really want to use the Monarch's Bureau to face him? Aren't you being a little too arrogant? No matter how skilled he was in chess, it was impossible for him to control the game.    

    

The Monarch's Bureau was not only a game of chess, but also a type of boldness, identity, and a type of height. The emperor wielded all of the authority in the world, and the world was a chessboard. What sort of demeanor was this? To put it bluntly, there had been countless emperors since ancient times. However, very few emperors were truly able to make it out of this.    

    

"Good …" Since I have no regrets, then let me experience Elder Brother Sikong's powerful moves! " As Sima Yanzi spoke, he picked up a chess piece and placed it on the other side of the Sky Origin Stage. It seemed like he planned to use his four sons to kill Sikong Banyu, the only son in the Sky Origin Stage.    

    

Such an opening, not to mention the students who didn't know much about Go, even a master like Tian Soong was amazed because such a game of chess had never happened before in history.    

    

Everyone knew that Go was like a military campaign. They paid attention to the arrangement of troops. The gains and losses of a single person didn't matter at all, just like the gains and losses of a single city. Thus, when the game began, everyone would first occupy the nine positions on the board. It was very rare to see such a murderous aura in an expert.    

    

"Clap, clap, clap …"    

    

The sound of the chess pieces landing on the chessboard was extremely ear-piercing in the entire hall. At some point, the music in the hall had stopped and everyone had gathered around to watch this game of chess. No one said a word. At the beginning, there were still many people who didn't understand what was going on, but as time went by, even those who didn't understand the situation felt a chill in their hearts.    

    

"Before he makes his move, he will strike first. I've finally seen it today. Although both of them are young in this battle, it's more than enough to stir up a storm in China. " He finally understood Tian Soong's words from before. This was not just a game of chess, but a duel. It was not just a game of chess, just like a duel between martial arts masters. Power was only one of them, and it still included intelligence, scheming, experience, knowledge, reaction, and so on.    

    

"How is this possible? They were all left with forty-two pieces, and there was still no mention of them? Wasn't Big Brother Yanzi clearly at the upper hand? "Where did this Sikong Banyu come from? How is he so powerful?" Soong Jin looked at the chess game in disbelief. It was more accurate to say that she was looking at this game of chess that was akin to a heavenly book. She was also considered to have an initial understanding of chess, but she could not understand this game of chess at all.    

    

For example, in some places where both sides were clearly dead, they did not choose to bring it up, but to continue on until one of them was dead. For example in some places where both sides were dead, but both sides chose not to bring it up, and one of them continued on until one of the dead continued.    

    

Let alone the fact that she didn't understand it, no one else at the scene could understand it at all besides Tian Soong. Even Tian Soong could only understand the surface of things. However, just this skin alone was enough to make him tremble in fear. That was because he understood that fur. It meant a fact — Sikong Banyu could control the Monarch's Bureau.    

    

If this were to spread out, the entire Chinese board game world would be filled with countless enemies. In the era of the emperor, in the feudal era, the chess masters did not dare to leave, but in the modern era of democracy, no one dared to leave. Now, someone who could control the monarch's office had appeared, so how could there not be a storm?    

    

From the looks of it, his every step had the upper hand. Sikong Banyu was being suppressed, but only he knew that ever since his first star position was occupied, his every fall seemed to have been completely out of his control, and was instead being led by Sikong Banyu. In other words, this game of chess was the match between Sikong Banyu and himself, and he was not helping to lay down the pieces.    

    

"No …" I must have felt wrong, it definitely isn't like that. No matter how powerful he is, it's impossible for him to reach such a level. It must be so. " Sima Yanzi comforted himself. After all, this kind of thing was too unimaginable. If it was really as he thought, then it would be over before it even started.    

    

Fifty … Sixty-three … Seventy-four … Until the 92nd, Sikong Banyu suddenly put down the chess piece in his hand, looked up at Sima Yanzi and said, "Yanzi … Heh heh, as far as I know, the word 'Yan' is a sign of peace and peace. It seems that your father wishes for you to be more at peace, rather than to be involved in any conflict. However, you have yet to learn this point. "    

    

Sima Yanzi took a deep breath and said, "Elder Brother Sikong is a good student. My father originally wanted it to be so. However, the peace that he wants is the peace that controls everything, not the quiet that doesn't exist."    

    

The Sima Family branch was a single disciple, but he was an outstanding existence in every generation. Sima Family was the best example. The nurturing of the younger generation was many times more strict than that of ordinary people, because as intelligent people, they understood the most clearly where the greatest weapon of a person with a high cultivation level was located.    

    

"That's why I said you haven't learnt it yet, so let's end this game here!" Sikong Banyu shook his head. Being able to accompany Sima Yanzi to the 92nd level was already giving him a lot of face. He had always had a habit of playing chess with less than 99 pieces. This was an Emperor's art, regardless of anything else, it could only be called a kind of control.    

    

After saying that, Sikong Banyu stood up, turned around and said to Tang Wei'er behind him, "It's getting late, we should go back now."    

    

"Ah …" Tang Wei'er immediately stood up, looked at Sima Yanzi, and then looked at the situation on the board. This was obviously not the end! Just leave?    

    

"Elder Brother Sikong, this is not the end. Are you planning to give up halfway? Or do you think you don't have the ability to defeat me? " Sima Yanzi frowned. Indeed, the current game of chess was rigid, at least on the surface. If Sikong Banyu suddenly let go at this moment, wouldn't it be hard to predict?