Learning to Play Chess

The old man on the other side frowned as well when he saw how Ye Futian placed his piece, puzzled at his move. He then placed his second piece with a wave of the hand, paying no heed to the piece that Ye Futian had just placed. The way he played was treating the game as steps to lay out his matrix, making it something entirely independent on its own. The final outcome would have been the same regardless of whatever Ye Futian did.

Unless the way Ye Futian played was something of a higher level than his was. It was only through such a method that Ye Futian stood a chance at breaking his game.

Sage Wanxiang said nothing thus far. Ye Futian placed his piece however he felt like it, and he sensed an overbearing pressure bearing on him. It was pressure from the chessboard, as he was able to vaguely sense his opponent's pieces were gathering force. The force grew with every piece placed on the board.