Bab 1787: Two monsters

Ling Han couldn't help but sigh. He had won just over a dozen pieces of Pseudo-Divine Metal; not enough.

Better than nothing at least.

"Are you fighting or not?" Qianzhao Tian demanded impatiently. For king tiers like them, time was incredibly previous, so how could it simply be wasted for nothing like this?

"Seeing that you people have brought so many gifts, I'll play with you guys." Ling Han leaped out, and fell into the chessboard.

In front of him, Qianzhao Yuan was standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

On the outside, everyone was watching the battle from a distance of a good few meters away. With their vision, they naturally had no need to come too close. Furthermore, if they were too close, they would be blocking each other, and would not be able to see clearly instead.

"Three moves," Qianzhao Yuan declared proudly.