Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Hmph! It's too late to beg for mercy now!"

A flash of ferocity crossed Li Mochou's eyes as she prepared to slash Ding Chunqiu's head with her sword.

Just then, Lin Xuan slowly walked up to the high platform.

"Mo Chou, don't kill him yet."

Lin Xuan said calmly, "I'll spare his life; I'll need him later."

Upon hearing Xuan Lang's words, Li Mochou instantly lowered the long sword she had raised high.

She nodded obediently, sheathed her sword, and retreated behind Lin Xuan.

This completely different attitude of being so obedient and seemingly unrecognizable left Su Xinghe, who was standing to the side, utterly dumbfounded.

Lin Xuan ignored Ding Chunqiu on the ground and turned to look at Su Xinghe, who was sitting cross-legged by the chessboard.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and got straight to the point.

"I'm here to see Wu Yazi."

Upon hearing this, Su Xinghe trembled violently!

He stared at Lin Xuan in disbelief, his heart churning with turbulent emotions!

For decades, no one except himself knew that his master was still alive!

How could this young man have seen through it all so easily!

But clinging to a last shred of hope, he pretended not to understand and replied bitterly:

"May I ask who this young master is? You have the wrong person. My master passed away many years ago and is no longer in this world. Your words, young master, are truly perplexing to this old man."

Lin Xuan looked at his forced composure and gently shook his head.

"No, I know he's still alive, and thriving. He's just barely clinging to life in this Leigu Mountain."

Lin Xuan's tone was calm yet carried an undeniable air of dominance, "Su Xinghe, you don't need to pretend anymore. In front of me, your little tricks are completely unnecessary to hide."

They could feel the unfathomable pressure emanating from Lin Xuan, as well as the extraordinary aura of someone in a superior position.

Su Xinghe felt his breath catch in his throat.

He swallowed hard, stood up shakily, and respectfully cupped his hands in greeting, asking:

"I don't know... I don't know your honorable name, young master?"

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the entire audience, and uttered four words indifferently:

"My name is Lin Xuan."

"Lin Xuan!"

The moment those two words were uttered, the entire valley instantly erupted like a powder keg!

Su Xinghe's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was so shocked that he took several steps back!

Meanwhile, the various martial arts heroes who had been observing from the sidelines erupted in a thunderous roar of surprise!

"That's Lin Xuan!"

"That great hero who slaughtered three thousand Mongol wolf riders?"

"The legendary number one martial arts master in the world, whom even Zhang Zhenren couldn't defeat on Mount Wudang! The new leader of the Ming Cult!"

A person's name is like a tree's shadow!

In today's martial arts world, even ordinary people who don't know martial arts have definitely heard of the terrifying weight that the name "Lin Xuan" represents!

This is truly a legend in the martial arts world!

No wonder all the women around him were incredibly beautiful and had superb martial arts skills!

After a brief moment of shock, Su Xinghe immediately bent down and bowed deeply.

"So it was Young Master Lin who graced us with his presence! I was truly blind to your greatness and failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me! Please forgive me!"

Su Xinghe let out a long sigh.

Faced with Lin Xuan, the number one martial arts master in the world, he knew that no matter how he tried to argue or hide his true intentions, it would be in vain.

"Young Master Lin has keen insight."

Su Xinghe relented and told the truth: "My master is indeed still alive. He... he lives in seclusion in the stone cave behind this platform. Since Young Master Lin wishes to see him, I will take you there now."

This statement came out.

It wasn't just the crowd below the stage that was in an uproar.

Ding Chunqiu, who was lying on the ground on the verge of death, was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits and his liver and gallbladder were shattered!

"What! That old devil Wuyazi... he's still alive!"

Ding Chunqiu was filled with regret at this moment!

If he had known earlier that his master was not dead, he wouldn't have dared to come here and cause trouble even if he had ten times the courage!

Su Xinghe actually had his own plans in mind.

He knew that Lin Xuan was a peerless martial artist, but the other party was at least a recognized hero of the righteous path.

Such a person would naturally disdain to kill a disabled old man.

Moreover, even if Lin Xuan really intended to harm his master, who in the entire world could stop him? It would be better to just take him away without hesitation.

Just as Su Xinghe was about to step aside and lead Lin Xuan to the stone cave behind the mountain.

Lin Xuan unexpectedly shook his head.

He walked up to the blue stone chessboard and his gaze fell on the intricate and complex chess game.

"Not urgent."

Lin Xuan reached into the chess basket beside him, picked up a white chess piece, and toyed with it between his fingers, a playful smile appearing on his lips:

"Before I meet Wuyazi, let me play this game of chess with you first."

Upon hearing this, Su Xinghe was completely bewildered and inwardly groaned.

He set up this intricate chess game with the intention of selecting a new generation of the Free and Unfettered Sect leader for his master, someone exceptionally intelligent and with high comprehension.

However, the young master Lin in front of us is the leader of the Ming Cult, who is famous throughout the world, and is also recognized as the number one master in the world!

Even the position of leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect is probably beneath their notice!

What's even more deadly is that this intricate chess game is an eternally deadly puzzle, extremely difficult to solve.

What if this world's number one chess player suffers repeated setbacks during the game, unable to beat his own opponent, and eventually gets so angry that he overturns the chessboard?

Su Xinghe is someone you absolutely cannot afford to offend!

"Young Master Lin... this chess game is complicated and tedious, and I'm afraid it will spoil your refined enjoyment..."

Su Xinghe tried to politely decline.

Lin Xuan immediately saw what the gaunt old man was worried about.

"It's alright."

Lin Xuan casually sat down cross-legged on the opposite side of the chessboard, raised his hand, and gestured for Su Xinghe to sit down.

"You don't need to worry about my status, and you don't need to deliberately let me win. You just need to use all your skills and do your best."

Lin Xuan looked at this unfinished game that had trapped countless heroes, a hint of confidence in his eyes:

"I just want to see what's so interesting about this supposedly miraculous chess game you've been touting. Make your move."

Chapter 445: AlphaGo's Dimensional Reduction Attack

A gentle mountain breeze was blowing.

The game of chess has officially begun.

Su Xinghe took a deep breath, suppressing his awe of Lin Xuan's martial arts and identity, and focused all his attention on the chessboard in front of him.

As a devoted individual who dedicated his life to music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, once he sat down at the chessboard, he was simply a player.

"Young Master Lin, please enlighten me."

Su Xinghe, playing black, made the first move. With a crisp "snap," a black piece landed steadily on the star point of the board, displaying a powerful and meticulous masterful technique from the very beginning.

Faced with this cautious start, Lin Xuan's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Snapped."

Su Xinghe had just placed his black piece on the board, and hadn't even fully retracted his hand, when Lin Xuan casually picked up a white piece from the chess basket, tossed it onto the board without even looking at it.

The speed at which the pieces were placed was so fast that it was almost like a conditioned reflex, without even a moment's thought!

Su Xinghe frowned almost imperceptibly.

He stared intently at the spot where Lin Xuan had placed his piece, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

This move by White was extremely ordinary, even somewhat nonsensical.

It neither seized key positions nor posed any real threat to Black; it simply sat there alone, like a casual stroke of a pen.

"Could it be that this young master Lin doesn't actually understand the principles of chess? Is he just relying on his superb martial arts skills to act recklessly here?"

Su Xinghe pondered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. After a moment of contemplation, he placed his second black piece.

"Snapped."

The same scene played out again.

Lin Xuan made his move instantly as before. The crisp sound of the white pieces hitting the plate almost coincided with the sound of the black pieces falling one after the other.

Ten moves... twenty moves... thirty moves...

As the game progressed, the rhythm on the high platform became extremely strange.

With each move Su Xinghe made, he spent increasingly longer thinking, and beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Lin Xuan, sitting opposite him, maintained a lazy and casual demeanor, responding instantly to whatever move Su Xinghe made.

What's even more crucial is that every move Lin Xuan made was riddled with flaws in the eyes of those who knew the game!

Among the hundreds of martial arts masters gathered below the stage were many renowned figures who had been immersed in the art of chess for decades.

At that moment, as they looked up at the huge display plate on the high platform, an uproar broke out, with whispers filling the air.

"Oh dear! How can we take this step? Isn't this tantamount to handing over such a wonderful opportunity to Mr. Su?"

"Indeed! Young Master Lin's move was too scattered, failing to consider both the beginning and the end. The Zhenlong Chess Game is inherently a dead end with ambushes on all sides, and his move not only failed to break the deadlock but also trapped him!"

"In my opinion, Young Master Lin is far too careless. This Precious Chess Game cannot be solved by simply placing a piece."

An elderly chess master with gray hair and beard shook his head and sighed, his face full of regret:

"Young Master Lin's martial arts are unparalleled and his fame is known throughout the world, which is naturally unmatched. However, everyone has their own expertise, and the way of chess is all about strategic planning and meticulous execution. Young Master Lin is still too young after all. It seems that today, Young Master Lin will leave disappointed on the chessboard."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, all pessimistic about Lin Xuan's chances, believing that his overconfidence would inevitably lead to his defeat.

In stark contrast to the sighs and lamentations of the chess players below the stage were the women surrounding Lin Xuan.

On the high platform, Li Mochou stood behind Lin Xuan, holding a whisk.

Looking at the pedantic scholars gossiping below the stage, his eyes were filled with disdain.

In her eyes, her son Xuanlang was an omnipotent god.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Su Quan, Xiao Longnv, Ren Yingying, Guo Xiang, and A Qing stood in a row, all looking calm and composed, showing no signs of panic.

Xiaolongnu's expression was cold and indifferent. In her eyes, whether Lin Xuan won or lost, it would not change his importance in her heart.

Ren Yingying was also a talented woman who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although she also felt that Lin Xuan's chess style was a bit strange, when she recalled the countless miracles created by this man, she had a blind certainty in her heart that Brother Xuan must have a deeper meaning in playing like this.

The clever and mischievous Guo Xiang muttered to herself, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips.

"This womanizing scoundrel, although he usually bullies people and flirts with girls, seems to be capable of anything in this world. How could a mere game of chess possibly stump him? This scoundrel... he looks really good when he's playing chess seriously."

The audience below was noisy and boisterous, but on stage, you could hear a pin drop.

Lin Xuan remained calm and composed, resting his chin on his hand and even taking a small sip of tea from the cup beside him.

Faced with Su Xinghe's increasingly intense offensive, Lin Xuan was not nervous at all, and even felt a little bored.

How was he able to get down so quickly?