The Ancient Scroll of Methods

"Checkmate!" Zhuo Hua excitedly slammed the chessboard. It immediately shattered as wood shavings were scattered all over.

Ren Baqian's general and Zhuo Hua's horse were reduced to dust. Part of the chessboard was also destroyed.

"See? I won, right? Teacher, you said before that you would pay for a month's worth of meat if I won, right?" Looking full of emotion, Zhuo Hua held the chessboard with both hands and stared at Ren Baqian.

"Where are the chess pieces?" Ren Baqian remained calm in the middle of her excitement.

"Even though the pieces are gone, I checkmated you!"

"If we don't even have the pieces, how are we to judge whether you have won or lost?" Ren Baqian laughed as he swept the pieces on the board to one side.

"Ah? Teacher, you are refusing to acknowledge that you lost!" Zhuo Hua's eyes were wide open, and she looked infuriated.