“Chu Feng, it’s too late to surrender now.”
“Feel true power.”
As Nangong Yifan spoke, dragon roars echoed, and the chess power dragon charged toward Chu Feng.
Seeing this, many Ancestral Martial Star Domain youths closed their eyes.
Even a genius like Long Ning shut her eyes.
They couldn’t bear to watch, knowing that this attack would mark their complete defeat.
No one could stand against Nangong Yifan anymore.
*Crackle—*
But as the chess power dragon moved, its body began to fracture.
First, its horns broke, then its claws snapped.
Nangong Yifan was puzzled but didn’t dwell on it. He pressed the dragon toward Chu Feng.
He knew the dragon’s power was immense.
Other attacks might destroy a body within the array, but outside, the person would be unharmed.
This dragon was different. If it hit Chu Feng, not only would his body shatter in the array, but he’d be injured even after leaving it.
That’s why, despite Chu Feng’s fear, Nangong Yifan pressed the attack.
But the dragon’s disintegration accelerated. What started as cracks in its body turned into full collapse.
Less than a thousand meters from Chu Feng, it shattered completely, the massive dragon dissolving into dust and scattering.
“What’s happening? How could this be?”
Not just the onlookers—even Nangong Yifan was stunned.
“Nangong Yifan, I’ve felt your chess power, but you haven’t felt mine,” Chu Feng’s voice rang out.
Looking at him, Chu Feng’s fear was gone, replaced by a sly grin.
“What do you mean?” Nangong Yifan’s heart sank, a true flicker of fear emerging.
Chu Feng didn’t answer, his cold smile only deepening.
*Roar—*
A sudden roar echoed through the world, resonating from every corner.
Then, visible chess power began to churn like an ocean, flooding the entire world.
This wasn’t limited to the third world—the second and first worlds experienced the same upheaval.
“What’s going on? What’s happening?”
Outside the array, the crowd was baffled, turning to Lord Shoujian.
Their expressions grew more complex upon seeing him.
Even Lord Shoujian’s face was etched with shock.
“Incredible, truly incredible. In all my life, I’ve never seen such a remarkable figure,” Lord Shoujian marveled.
“Lord Shoujian, what’s happening? Why this change in the array?” the crowd asked in unison.
“Can you feel it?” Chu Feng’s voice echoed within the array.
“Impossible—this can’t be!” Nangong Yifan shook his head, seemingly aware of something but unwilling to accept it.
“Your mastery of immense chess power is impressive,” Chu Feng said. “But unfortunately, all the chess power in this array is under my control—even the power you wield is mine to command.”
“What? He controls it all? That’s nonsense!”
“He’s bluffing—Chu Feng’s spouting nonsense. Lord Shoujian, tell us, is he lying?”
The crowd outside was in chaos, like Nangong Yifan, unable to accept this. They looked to Lord Shoujian for denial.
But Lord Shoujian ignored the All-Heaven youths’ questions.
His aged eyes gleamed, fixed on the array, unwilling to look away even for a moment.
He wasn’t ignoring them—he simply didn’t care to respond.
“Chu Feng, what crooked trick did you use?”
“You were clearly shaken by Nangong Yifan’s chess power just now. How can you claim to control all the world’s chess power?” an All-Heaven youth demanded.
His question echoed what many were thinking.
Chu Feng had been trembling, voice quaking, under Nangong Yifan’s power. How could he now exude such confidence?
“Haha, you guys are adorable,” Chu Feng said, grinning. “Nangong Yifan went all out, so I gave him some face, gave you all some face, and played along with a bit of nervousness. What’s wrong with that?”
“What? He did it on purpose?”
“He was faking it?”
The crowd was at a loss for how to process this.
“He pretended to be weak? Damn, Bro, your friend’s shameless—more shameless than you,” Kong Ci said to Kong Tianhui.
“I like his shamelessness,” Wuming Yuanzhi declared.
“What?”
Everyone gaped. Wuming Yuanzhi, who once wanted to thrash Chu Feng, now looked at him with admiration, almost smitten.
“Damn it, Chu Feng dared to toy with our Yifan!”
While the Ancestral Martial youths reveled in the twist, the All-Heaven youths gritted their teeth in fury.
Looking at Nangong Yifan in the array, their hearts ached.
Nangong Yifan, a prodigy, had never faced such humiliation.
“Argh!”
A furious roar erupted from Nangong Yifan within the array.
He unleashed another surge of chess power, forming a new dragon, even larger than the last.
*Crackle—*
But with a wave of Chu Feng’s sleeve, the dragon disintegrated instantly, scattering like dust.
“You!!!”
Nangong Yifan’s eyes blazed with rage, his murderous glare fixed on Chu Feng—not just to kill, but to tear him apart.
Yet, after one glance, he looked away.
Then, to everyone’s shock, he released more chess power, forming yet another dragon.
“You still haven’t felt it,” Chu Feng said. “If that’s the case, I’ll make you feel it clearly.”
He opened his palm, aiming it at Nangong Yifan.
Visible chess power began pouring from Nangong Yifan’s body like a tide, flowing toward Chu Feng.
It followed the path Chu Feng set, streaming into his palm.
Chu Feng was absorbing Nangong Yifan’s chess power.
