The young man in the purple robe raised his eyebrows slightly, a playful arc appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he reached out to catch.
Bang!
He grasped the chess piece that had previously suppressed the Grandmasters of the world.
The dazzling, magnificent light, which he caught casually, extinguished like the sun going out!
The crowd's color changed in unison, but at that moment, a burst of bursting sounds suddenly came from the palm of the youth in the purple robe, like a thunder exploding, and a little ash-white smoke dispersed from between his fingers, resembling stone powder.
The expression of mild amusement on the face of the young man in the purple robe froze slightly, and he loosened his fingers, revealing his palm which was a blur of flesh and blood, as if slashed by numerous sharp blades.
He, was injured!