Sect Recruitment: I Can See Attribute Entries

Chapter 302: Chapter 303: The Outcome is Decided

As Chu Xingchen’s posture became increasingly casual, the young man’s expression grew increasingly uncomfortable.

Yet, his speed in placing pieces remained virtually the same. Facing a large dragon that was easy to kill, the young man made no delaying moves to disgust Chu Xingchen.

It was obvious.

Sometimes, it wasn’t a matter of whether the young man wanted to, but whether he could.

The current situation was obvious; the young man was simply unable to make any malicious delays.

If failure brought no punishment.

Then... it would be Chu Xingchen’s turn to punish this young man.

At this moment, the young man, a Challenger himself, felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

Meanwhile, Chu Xingchen, also a Challenger, felt as if he were bathing in a spring breeze.

The young man was playing a game of chess, but Chu Xingchen was playing a game of mentality.

Watching Chu Xingchen, who looked as if he was about to throw pieces onto the board with his toes, the young man finally couldn’t help but say:

”You aren’t playing chess at all! You’ve just been chatting with this woman the whole time!”

Chu Xingchen grinned: ”What nonsense are you spouting? I’m just humoring her. Deep down, I’ve been playing chess seriously.”

The young man glared, his hands clenched tight as he stared at Chu Xingchen. Enraged by this shameless statement, he could only resentfully place a single character.

Chu Xingchen slowly drew out a piece and gently placed it upon the board.

Actually, Chu Xingchen wasn’t playing chess seriously, nor was he seriously idly chatting with Xie Lingyu.

After all, digging up a grave counted as being a thief in the eyes of the grave’s owner.

No one has a good enough temper to wish for peace and harmony after having their grave violently dug open.

If something couldn’t be obtained through force, could winning a game of chess secure it?

If no fighting happened here, could one really avoid fighting even after digging up to the coffin?

Moreover, this was clearly the first barrier. If it had to be passed one by one, god knows how long that would take.

So, while tormenting the young man, Chu Xingchen was constantly observing his surroundings; Wanban had long since transformed into an embroidery needle to scout the area.

After all, people are more likely to overlook small details when they are being agitated.

The feeling of the surrounding space was somewhat similar to the move Nine Palaces used by Daoist Yuyang when he teamed up with Chu Xingchen to fight the Sect Master of Fog Xuan View.

The space felt like it was being stretched.

If the one who came here was Chu Xingchen at the Nascent Soul cultivation level, he would be helpless right now.

If an ordinary Soul Formation cultivator came, they would also have to behave honestly.

But unfortunately, the one who came was Chu Xingchen, who possessed Soul Formation cultivation and Wanban.

Chu Xingchen’s expression began to turn serious, and he no longer placed pieces casually:

”There’s a question I’ve never understood.”

The young man looked at Chu Xingchen with a hint of vigilance—he now understood a bit of this person’s character. When this person started getting serious, it wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Chu Xingchen didn’t care whether the young man replied or not, speaking on his own accord:

”Sometimes I think, if I ever build a grave in the future, I’ll definitely set up some kind of quality test. If someone can blast right through the design, I’ll just give them the stuff directly. It saves them from having to flip open my coffin lid to see if there’s anything left.”

The young man raised his head: ”What are you trying to express?”

”I mean... do you think I can blast through this grave?” Chu Xingchen raised his hand slightly. Wanban condensed into a black stone and planted it directly in the center of the board (Tengen). A top-tier pressure rapidly spread towards the surroundings.

All the chess pieces were shattered by this pressure, scattering as streams of light.

Chu Xingchen looked straight at the young man and said:

”I definitely can’t beat you in chess, but I am certain you can’t beat me in a fight.”

The young man’s expression remained calm:

”Then make your move. What are you waiting for?”

Chu Xingchen relaxed his hand, allowing Wanban to emanate pressure within the chessboard:

”Of course I’m expressing that I am a reasonable person. I’m waiting for you to place a piece. Go ahead.”