Martial Arts Crossover: Breaking the Rules Makes You Stronger, Female Benefactor, Please Wait

Fahai readily accepted the compliment: "Thank you for the compliment, Brother Hua."

Those around who heard this looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is this really a compliment?

Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with a bright light.

This young chef is really interesting.

The group chatted and laughed freely, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Just then, a cold snort suddenly rang out.

"Hmph! Mr. Congbian invited heroes from all over the world to solve the game, not to listen to some people spouting nonsense!"

Fahai turned his head and saw that it was Murong Fu who was speaking.

He smirked, his tone sarcastic: "What, has your old ailment flared up again?"

"Do you need me to examine you further?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Fu's face turned ashen.

This matter was common knowledge throughout the martial arts world, and Fahai's deliberate mention of it was clearly an attempt to humiliate him.

He was furious, but dared not make a move.

Fahai is someone who can withstand Song Yuanqiao's palm strike head-on!

He was no match for him at all; if he were to actually fight, he would only bring shame upon himself.

Fahai persisted: "Return the heroes of the world? I doubt it."

"Right in front of me is a piece of trash who has no self-awareness, is weak, and only knows how to make empty gestures."

"This guy deserves to be called a hero?"

"This is truly an eye-opener."

Murong Fu was consumed by rage, his chest tightened, his face turned pale, and his finger trembled as he pointed at Fahai, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Deng Baichuan quickly stepped forward and gently patted Murong Fu's back to help him catch his breath.

"Young master, please don't bother with this monk."

"Remember our mission."

Doctor Xue also spoke up at the right time to ease the atmosphere.

"Since we've all come here to break this deadlock, then please join us."

Murong Fu then glared fiercely at Fahai.

He secretly vowed that once he solved the Zhenlong Chess Game, he would make this monk pay!

As soon as Doctor Xue finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed on him with anticipation. Although they couldn't hide their excitement, they still maintained their rationality.

Before this, it wasn't that no one had considered challenging the Zhenlong Chess Game.

But those people, one by one, became deeply entrenched in it, almost to the point of madness, unable to extricate themselves.

Therefore, no one dared to try it easily anymore.

Just as everyone hesitated and did not move forward.

Suddenly, a young man dressed in brocade robes walked out slowly; it was Duan Yu.

"Junior Duan Yu is willing to try this game."

Upon seeing Duan Yu, the crowd began to whisper among themselves.

"It's Duan Yu!"

"He is a genius on the list of innate talents, a member of the Dali royal family, who has been obsessed with Go since childhood and has superb Go skills."

"Perhaps he really can solve this intricate chess puzzle."

Everyone nodded.

"Duan Yu is the most likely person to break the deadlock."

Before the words were even finished, black and white pieces were already intertwined on the chessboard.

Duan Yu had already started playing chess with Su Xinghe.

As the chess pieces were placed one by one, the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass followed suit at the edge of the cliff.

Everyone held their breath, craning their necks to watch the game.

After nearly a hundred moves, Duan Yu pondered for a long time before finally putting down his piece and conceding defeat.

Although he was slightly disappointed, he remained calm.

Unlike others, he was not attached to the tradition of the Free and Unfettered School.

He yearns for a free and unrestrained life.

Even practicing martial arts was out of necessity.

Duan Yu came from a distinguished family, possessed profound family martial arts skills, and had a detached nature, so naturally he didn't have much desire for the secrets behind this chess game.

I came here today only because my uncle and father asked me to give it a try.

It doesn't matter if we lose.

Duan Yu admits defeat.

He stood up gracefully and stepped aside.

Everyone sighed.

"It's a pity. Duan Yu is already extremely strong, and he was able to exchange nearly a hundred blows with Mr. Congbian, but he was still just one step short."

"Who else dares to try?"

At that moment, Murong Fu slowly stepped forward.

Bao Butong coldly looked at Fahai: "Monk, open your eyes and see clearly how our young master will break this deadlock!"

Upon seeing Murong Fu, everyone's eyes lit up, and their anticipation grew even stronger.

Murong Fu's reputation is even more illustrious. He ranks twenty-first on the Innate Ranking and is the young master of the Murong family. Whether he can break this deadlock depends entirely on him.

Murong Fu sat down, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Master Congbian, please enlighten me."

He harbored resentment and launched a fierce offensive from the outset.

At the start of the game, black and white clashed, fighting for every inch of ground.

The small chessboard seemed to have become a battlefield, with war clouds gathering and the situation appearing to be evenly matched.

Suddenly someone exclaimed softly.

All eyes turned to the black and white pieces locked in a fierce battle in the corners, the flames of war raging.

Su Xinghe and Murong Fu moved their pieces swiftly, like galloping iron cavalry, their sharpness rising everywhere.

"The fighting is so fierce even in this corner; Young Master Murong is truly unwilling to back down."

One of them said softly.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Fahai and asked, "Master, do you think Young Master Murong can break this deadlock?"

Fahai shook his head and said bluntly, "If you can't even let go of the corners, how can you dream of conquering the world? It's nothing but an empty dream."

This statement is profound and contains hidden meanings.

He knew that what Murong Fu desired was to restore the Great Yan dynasty.

This statement is both a critique of chess and a commentary on the world.

A dream that never came true?

Everyone was startled and puzzled.

Young Master Murong was unwilling to relinquish any piece of land, and the situation appeared to be evenly matched.

How could it become wishful thinking?

Everyone was watching the chess game.

Only then did I discover the secret.

Whenever Su Xinghe makes a move, regardless of whether it's insignificant or not,

Whether it's the star position, the celestial center, or the innermost point, Murong Fu will definitely fight back to protect them.

Unbeknownst to them, the situation had quietly reversed.

Su Xinghe has become the attacker, while Murong Fu, unwilling to abandon the perimeter, can only struggle to cope.

The balance of power has shifted, and the situation has tilted.

Murong Fu gradually found himself struggling to breathe under the pressure.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and signs of defeat became increasingly apparent.

The outcome is already decided; there is no chance of victory.

Murong Fu stared blankly at the chessboard, then suddenly stood up, his face contorted with resentment.

"This is impossible!"

How could I lose?

"Absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Having lost the game, Fahai's meaningful sarcasm only fueled his anger.

He couldn't accept it for a moment, his mind was in chaos, he was almost insane, and he drew his sword to commit suicide!

"cousin!"

Wang Yuyan cried out in surprise.

"Son!"

Four retainers rushed forward in a panic, trying to take his sword.