"Smack!"
As the first piece fell, Jiahe's face showed a serious expression.
He stared intently at Ye Chen, and stopped speaking.
Though this young man was very young, without even a rank.
But, for some reason, it was from this young man that he felt an invisible pressure.
This pressure was never present in any previous chess match.
Jiahe's face was solemn, and he fixed his gaze tightly on the board.
Soon, many spectators unexpectedly discovered that Jiahe's hands were trembling uncontrollably as he played.
Everyone felt that Jiahe seemed to have an invisible pressure weighing on him.
In so many matches, Jiahe had never lost composure like this.
The pieces kept falling from the two people.
However, as the game progressed, Jiahe suddenly felt that Ye Chen wasn't that formidable.
He played very casually; it didn't feel like the approach of a professional player.
Could it be that this guy was all show and no substance?
Jiahe was filled with confusion.
