He also said some words that were very frivolous and contemptuous of the other party.

The white-haired old man was very happy.

He also decided not to show mercy.

The purpose of the opening is to eat up every last bit of the opponent's pieces, and then slowly humiliate the opponent in the end.

The first few moves have just been played.

The disdain in the hearts of the white-haired old man and Xiao Liugong became even more intense.

They felt that the other party was just pretending.

Even in the first three moves, the opponent spent nearly ten seconds thinking about one of them.

And after picking up the chess piece in his hand, he still hesitated, and finally put it back.

Xiao Liugong joked at the side: "Officer Tang, why don't we give you a chess piece?"

"It feels like your head is getting bigger before it even starts."

Tang Xinyu smiled and said: "Forget it, it would be too easy for me to win in that case, and it would be meaningless."

At this moment, he has gradually become familiar with the way of transmitting information.

Each step after that will only get faster and faster.

After all, no matter how complicated the situation is, he doesn't need to think at all.

For AI, the difference between calculating one hundred steps and one thousand steps is actually only one or two seconds.

The next changes in the chess game were just as Tang Xinyu expected.

He was going down faster and faster.

And the other party gradually began to feel the pressure.

The white-haired old man even looked at Tang Xinyu several times with a look of horror on his face.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why couldn't he see any flaw in every step of the man in front of him?

Is it possible that the opponent's chess ability is still better than your own?

But I have never seen such a number one person before!

Let alone a white-haired old man.

Even Xiao Liugong, who was watching the chess game from the sidelines, had already fainted.

The situation on the chessboard was not as one-sided as he expected.

He even felt it vaguely.

At this time, Tang Xinyu had the upper hand.

After the two sides took another dozen steps, the scene became more and more complicated.

On the contrary, Tang Xinyu made quick moves and began to gain his own advantages step by step.

The white-haired old man went down slower and slower, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead.

He had never experienced such a sense of oppression.

Even the other party is frighteningly radical.

Sometimes I would rather give up some advantages than refuse to trade with myself.

He couldn't even see the hope of a draw.

The white-haired old man thought of this and stared at the other party.

But he still didn't recognize who the person in front of him was?

Did he win three national championships in vain?!

Today I actually fell into the trap of such a person!
Chapter completed!