“Nangong Yifan, it seems you haven’t fully grasped the *Qifa Powan Jun* manual,” Chu Feng said.
“Its basic mystery is formation deployment, but that’s merely a decoy—those formations are useless, far inferior to those in other manuals. Many are misled by this basic mystery, thinking *Qifa Powan Jun* is a worthless manual, unaware that it’s designed to deter the faint-hearted.”
“The intermediate mystery is where the manual’s true essence begins: harnessing chess power to control treasures, bending the world’s treasures to your will. You’re indeed exceptional, with profound chess power mastery, as you’ve uncovered this intermediate mystery.”
“But that’s only the intermediate mystery, not the ultimate one.”
“The ultimate mystery of *Qifa Powan Jun* is to command all the chess power in the world for your own use.”
“I know the manual you’ve studied also involves breaking rules and controlling chess power, allowing you to do what others cannot, giving you absolute dominance in this array.”
“But let me be clear: the techniques you’ve mastered, I’ve mastered too—and mine surpass yours.”
“That’s why *Qifa Powan Jun* is the most difficult manual, while the one you’ve studied is merely mid-tier,” Chu Feng concluded.
“So, the ultimate mystery of *Qifa Powan Jun* is also about controlling chess power—controlling all the chess power in the world?”
“Does that mean Chu Feng’s chess power surpasses Nangong Yifan’s?”
Chu Feng’s words stunned the All-Heaven Star Domain youths.
In that moment, their once-unshakable confidence gave way to fear.
They feared losing, feared failure, more than anyone.
Those accustomed to frequent defeat don’t fear it—they’re used to it.
But those who’ve never lost cannot accept defeat. To them, failure is a lifelong stain, a blow that would rob them of pride and perfection.
Thus, the All-Heaven youths were gripped by terror, dreading that their myth of invincibility would crumble at Chu Feng’s hands.
“Stop spouting nonsense! You practice a crooked path, while I follow the true orthodoxy of chess power.”
“Now, I’ll show you what real chess power can do!”
With that, Nangong Yifan clasped his hands together.
*Rumble—*
The heavens and earth trembled violently, the ground cracked, and even the void began to shatter.
Visible chess power erupted from Nangong Yifan like a volcano, surging into the sky.
Soon, it coalesced into a colossal dragon.
The dragon, stretching tens of thousands of meters, was immense.
“Too strong—simply too strong.”
The sight of the dragon soaring through the heavens sent chills down everyone’s spines, their bodies trembling with awe.
To think, in the chess array, even projecting chess power outward was considered a formidable feat.
Yet Nangong Yifan had conjured this massive chess power dragon.
Compared to him, their chess power was like a stream against an ocean.
“Is… is this your chess power?” Chu Feng’s voice rang out, but it lacked its earlier arrogance. Instead, it was laced with fear.
Even his legs trembled—he seemed too scared to stand steady.
“Chu Feng, do you feel it? The true power of chess?” Seeing Chu Feng’s terror, Nangong Yifan grew smug, a smile creeping onto his lips.
“I feel it. Your chess power is extraordinary—likely absorbing a tenth of this world’s chess power,” Chu Feng said, his voice quivering.
“Haha, who’d have thought Chu Feng would have this day? Where’s that arrogance now? Didn’t he say this world was his domain, that he’d mastered *Qifa Powan Jun*’s ultimate mystery? Why’s he trembling now?”
“Truth be told, Chu Feng’s got some skills, but his opponent is Nangong Yifan. It’s like a starving wolf meeting a tiger—no matter how strong, he’s got to admit defeat.”
“We knew Nangong Yifan was powerful, but not *this* powerful. Chu Feng’s loss isn’t unjust.”
“He’s not losing unjustly, haha!”
The All-Heaven youths were ecstatic, many openly mocking Chu Feng.
“Shut up! What right do you have to mock Chu Feng? Which of you can match him?” an Ancestral Martial youth roared.
They couldn’t stand it anymore.
Initially, they too had disliked Chu Feng, but now they saw clearly: the current situation in the array was all thanks to him.
Though some still harbored resentment, they couldn’t tolerate the All-Heaven youths’ insults.
Chu Feng had given them hope, carried them this far, win or lose.
“What, can’t handle a few words?”
“Chu Feng’s impressive, but so what? Can he beat our Nangong Yifan?”
“No matter how great he is, compared to Nangong Yifan, he’s just trash.”
“Did you really think one Chu Feng could lead your Ancestral Martial Star Domain to victory over us?”
“Oh, you probably thought you’d won just now. Poor things—must’ve been tough, finally seeing a glimmer of victory only for Yifan to snuff it out. Yifan’s a bit harsh, isn’t he?”
“But no helping it. You know this is framed as a friendly spar between youths, but it’s really a clash between star domains. So, no matter how pitiful you are, we won’t go easy.”
“Don’t glare at us. Blame your own incompetence.”
“Blame your Ancestral Martial Star Domain for being full of useless people.”
The All-Heaven youths’ ugly sneers showed no restraint as they humiliated their rivals.
“You seem to forget whose turf this is.”
The Ancestral Martial youths were thoroughly enraged, gritting their teeth, eyes blazing. The hot-tempered ones even released their pressure.
“Come on, think we’re scared? You’re no match in the array, and you’re even worse outside.”
The All-Heaven youths didn’t back down, releasing their own martial power, ready to clash.
“Silence, all of you!” a furious shout rang out, accompanied by an overwhelming pressure that crushed the youths’ auras.
It was the peak Venerable pressure of Lord Shoujian.
“I don’t care where you’re from or what forces back you. Remember this: you’re at Divine Weapon Manor.”
“What you do or how you act outside is none of my concern, but here, you behave.”
“If anyone disrupts my viewing of the match again, don’t blame me for being unkind.”
Lord Shoujian’s sword-like brows furrowed, his voice like thunder, each word a hammer striking their hearts.
His words silenced the furious youths.
After speaking, Lord Shoujian turned his attention back to the chess array.
Seeing this, the youths followed suit, refocusing on the match.
Though the outcome seemed decided, the final result was still pending, and the next moments were something none wanted to miss.
