The panel simultaneously relayed a prompt.
Jiang Dali was taken aback and snapped back to reality.
He looked incredulously towards Su Xinghe who seemed quite satisfied, then at the chessboard before him where black and white pieces were entangled in an indiscernible mess. His head buzzed with surprise and excitement.
What's going on?
Did he, in the moment of distraction when he played a few moves randomly, just create an impressive game worthy of praise?
But... he also couldn't understand where exactly was the excellence in this mixture of black and white pieces.
"It's a pity, a pity..."
At that moment, Su Xinghe sighed and pointed to a piece he had just placed, saying through a ventriloquist's tone, "Unfortunately, Master Jiang, it seems you have still not calculated accurately?
"With the placement of my piece, you are ultimately in a losing situation with fewer winning opportunities. You won't make it past three more moves."
"Oh? So you're saying I'm about to lose again?"