"Don't try to disturb my mindset. If you keep talking, I'll call the referee," Sima Chenguang was startled. Su Changfeng was trying to unsettle him, and he almost fell for it.
Su Changfeng just smiled and stayed silent.
The spectators, who were watching the game on a screen, couldn't hear the conversation between the two, but the state of the game had already said it all.
Even after a whole day of matches, Su Changfeng was still able to maintain the upper hand. This forced the spectators to acknowledge his strength seriously.
"Can he really defeat Sima Chenguang?"
"It seems possible. It's only the middle game now, but Su Changfeng's advantage is overwhelming."
"Could this young man also be a direct disciple of some master? Otherwise, how could he have such prowess at this age?"
