C195 The Chess Saint Cried

Confronted with Su Chen's remarks, Gao Xiaofeng was teetering on the brink of collapse.

A chess grandmaster by any measure, his passion for the game was profound.

Yet, he was utterly unprepared for the helplessness he felt against Su Chen, unable to muster any resistance.

For him, it was nothing short of a nightmare.

His face contorted with distress, their breaths heavy in the tense air