Chapter 162: It's You?

"This foreigner is simply too much."

"Yeah, do you think that a professional chess player who has won national master rank can be so arrogant?"

"But I heard that he is only at the candidate master professional level. Besides, he beat our national master professional chess player in the middle game."

"No way, he's not very old, so he's so good at chess?"

"Damn it, didn't you hear what he said? He said we were all rubbish."

"To be precise, what he said is that, except for the Chess God Han Seungwoo, our country's chess players are all rubbish."

"Actually rushing to act wildly on our territory in Colorado, I don't think he knows why flowers are so popular, does he?"

"Come on, he didn't just win against a professional national master chess player, he had already won many professional chess players above international master."

"What? If that's the case, then hasn't his chess strength reached below grandmaster?"

"What? Below grandmaster level.... are you kidding me?"

A male chess player about forty years old stood up directly and said to the foreign chess player standing in the middle.

"Son, can you say it again?"

"Say it again?"

Bruce seemed to have heard some big joke.

"You people, you actually like to hear others scold you? Well, if this is the case, I will grant your wishes."

"You people, except for the building, everything is rubbish. Do you know the rubbish?"

Since coming to Colorado, except for losing a game at a private restaurant, Bruce has never lost again.

Before the Chess Cup official game started, he found many chess players to play chess.

As a result, none of them could fight.

This made Bruce, who had restrained himself after losing chess in the private restaurant, and after winning the game against others, directly put the matter of losing chess behind him.

He even felt that since that loss, his chess strength has been increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His self-confidence continues to expand in a game of chess.

Bruce even started to thank the guy who beat him that day in the private restaurant.

Although he gave Bruce a huge blow, it also made him like a butterfly with flaws.

Until today's game, after winning a professional national chess player in the middle game, his self-confidence has exploded.

In other words, after winning against a professional seventh-dan chess player two days ago, his self-confidence has already exploded.

Because he felt that he already had the chess strength of a professional below grandmaster level.

As long as he wins the Chess Cup now, he can step on these people and reach the top directly. Then go to the Chess God Contest.

"Bruce, don't say any more."

Edward on the side saw his friend being so arrogant, he didn't know what to say.

He also didn't expect that Bruce could win against so many chess players.

In fact, Edward has always known that Bruce's talent in chess is really amazing.

It's just that he didn't expect that after losing the game in the private restaurant, his chess strength improved greatly.

Although in the chess world, rank does not mean everything.

But sometimes, rank also represents a kind of strength.

Edward was able to rely on his own chess ability to be stronger than Bruce before, so he could persuade Bruce.

But after Bruce defeated Edward, that's why he couldn't suppress him at all.

So, when Edward came out to persuade, Bruce gave him a direct look.

"Edward, you're the one who has to shut up. I've said it a long time ago that a weak personality like yours cannot become an advanced chess player."

Bruce sneered and said.

"Now the gap between me and you is the best proof."

Bruce looked at Edward with some contempt.

"If you go on like this, sooner or later you will be severely thrown away by me."

"Bruce...."

Edward looked at Bruce in disbelief. He didn't expect Bruce to say such words to himself.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you Colorado people."

Bruce looked at the middle-aged chess player who stood up just now.

"If you want me to shut up, then please take out your chess and talk. Even if you're an old man, I'm not going easy with you."

"Me, old man?"

The middle-aged chess player pointed at himself, looking at Bruce in disbelief.

He is only forty-one years old this year, and this foreign kid in front of him actually calls him an old man.

It was unbearable.

Of course, the middle-aged chess player thought of using his own chess to overwhelm the foreign kid in front of him speechless.

However, he knew the strength himself.

His chess strength is only at the candidate master level, but still passed the line in the adult fixed-level competition group.

This kid in front of him is a person who can even win those below grandmaster level professional. If he goes up to play chess with him, isn't that just looking for abuse?

Seeing the middle-aged chess player in front of him gnashing his teeth, he didn't agree to play chess with him.

Bruce mocked.

"What's the matter? Don't dare?"

The middle-aged chess player clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Of course he wanted to yell immediately and play a game of chess with Bruce.

But he is self-aware, and it is impossible for him to beat him with his chess.

Competing with Bruce will only bring shame on himself and will give more Bruce the chance to taunt and insult them more confidently.

Seeing that the middle-aged chess player didn't answer, Bruce's attitude became even worse.

He looked around at the professional chess players who wanted to attack him.

"If you want to crusade against me, please win me first. Otherwise, you people, no matter how much you say, it's just full of words. No matter how much you say, it's rubbish."

"Damn it, I can't help it anymore."

Bai Yan was also among those people, seeing Bruce's arrogant couldn't take it any longer.

Bai Yan pushed aside a chess player in front and opened his mouth.

"Who are you calling rubbish? Say it again if you have the ability."

Bai Yan froze when he opened her mouth.

'Damn, who stole my young master's lines?'

Looking back, the people behind unexpectedly gave way to a passage involuntarily.

A familiar figure in white casual clothes walked over slowly with his hands in his pockets.

"It's him? Lee Minho?"

"Why is he here?"

"I heard that he played just now, and his personal time did not exceed five minutes."

"Isn't so awesome?"

"Do you think he can win this Bruce?"

"How is it possible? I admit that this Lee Minho has some strength. But this Bobby can win even those below grandmaster level."

"His chess strength is likely to reach grandmaster. Lee Minho is an amateur chess player, how could he win him?"

"But how did I hear that the chess player was defeated just now was out of shape because of a cold, and let this foreign chess player win?"

"Even if this foreign chess player is not invincible, it is impossible for Lee Minho to win against him."

Lee Minho ignored those people's arguments and walked directly in front of Bruce.

He looked at Bruce familiar figure and that arrogant face, his gaze was so cold.

"It's you?"

When he saw that the person who appeared was Lee Minho, the arrogant Bruce just now felt a chill from the soles of his feet, rushing up to his brain.

He felt goosebumps all over his body.

'How could this person be here?'

Suddenly, Bruce remembered what those chess players said just now.

They said that the name of the person in front of them was Lee Minho. Still an amateur chess player.

Bruce finally remembered.

In this Chess Cup competition, the number one amateur chess player is Lee Minho.

Since yesterday, Bruce has been hearing about this Lee Minho in the game.

But Bruce just thought the name was familiar, but didn't care.

After all, it's just an amateur chess player, and it's not worth his energy and time to pay attention to it.

He didn't remember until now when he saw Lee Minho appearing here.

No wonder he felt a little familiar when he heard the name yesterday.

It turned out that Lee Minho was him.

Until now, Bruce still remembers how Lee Minho crushed him in the private restaurant.

Lee Minho then took a step forward, but Bruce reflexively took a step back.

"I was wondering why that voice so familiar, it turned out to be you."

Lee Minho tilted his head slightly, his eyes gradually turned cold again.

"Originally, I thought that you deliberately talk nonsense on our territory for some reason. Unexpectedly, it turns out that you have such a personality. It seems that I misunderstood."

"I no, you..."

Facing Lee Minho, Bruce's fear of being crushed by him in the chess game before overflowed from the bottom of his heart involuntarily.

But he thought of his recent progress as if he had become enlightened, and he seemed to have found courage and support again.

Bruce stretched his chin up and yelled directly at Lee Minho at the top of his voice.

"Lee Minho, right? Last time, I was careless and lost to you. Don't think that you are stronger than me because you beat me once. Let me tell you, I will definitely win you this time."

'Calm down, Bruce, stay calm.'

'You are not who you were more than a week ago.'

'Your strength has already surpassed many.'

"Oh?"

Lee Minho glanced at him lightly.

"It seems that you really want to meet me tomorrow. Very good, I believe your gods in the west will definitely hear your cry. Don't be late for tomorrow's game."

After finishing speaking, Lee Minho turned and left directly.

Meanwhile, Bruce's face immediately turned pale behind him while all the chess players watching were astonished.

However, Lee Minho's mind sounded a pleasant voice from the system.

{Congratulations to the host for triggering the task of slapping faces in succession to show off wealth.}

{Superb chess skills are also a kind of wealth. The host needs to come out and show off its wealth.}

{Tomorrow, I invite the host to go all out in the match between Bruce and let him deeply understand that Colorado has even more terrifying strength besides Han Seungwoo, the Chess God.}

{Colorado is an inclusive and friendly country. Please host, as the country's player, save this foreign chess player who is about to go astray!}

{If the task is successful, the host's reward will be a big draw. If the task fails, it will be obliterated. Please the host must go all out!}

Lee Minho's steps towards the underground parking lot paused for a moment.

Just now he was still thinking about how to fool the system so that he could match up with Bruce.

He didn't expect that this task to come so timely, immediately arranged him and Bruce.

Moreover, it is still a task that will be obliterated if it fails.

Judging from the reward experience obtained in the previous missions.

The more severe the punishment, the more powerful the reward seems to be.

'Well, tomorrow is going to be a great day.'