Against the background of the vast sea of ​​stars, black and white grids intersect.

There seemed to be countless stars twinkling around, and then gradually dissipated into silence.

World chessboard, world stage.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of humans, the clone held up the sword, and the armor on his body made the sound of metal clashing.

It started and walked a certain distance towards the enemy area.

Facing Su Mingan's eyes, Aini's eyes gradually became serious.

——He seemed to have misjudged the opponent's combat effectiveness quite bizarrely.

It's still the kind with a big offset.

"Tower." Aini ordered: "Attack the enemy king directly."

【Tower】The chess piece is the only one that can attack the opponent on the spot without any movement.

Ani also understood the restrictions of the rules - as long as you kill the opponent's king, you can win.

In other words, he didn't have to worry about this clone with ridiculous combat power. He had already thought of the next few steps of the strategy. If he controlled the clone, no one could resist the clone's sword, and his companions would only be dragged to death.

A blue light flashed on Tower Celt, and then a staff appeared in his hand.

A blue halo gathered at the tip of the staff, and Selt stretched out his hand. The halo suddenly flourished, and a blue flash of light flew into the air.

Su Mingan watched the light jump in front of his eyes.

[——HP-120! (Spell resistance!)]

With up to 16 points of spirit, the damage of this blow is not as high as expected.

However, Aini's eyes lit up. He saw the decrease in the blood bar of the king on the opposite side - Su Mingan had not added any physical points. His real blood volume was probably only about 500, and there was no bishop chess piece that could restore blood. Aini only needed

It can be won in five rounds.

"Guards, move forward." Su Mingan continued to issue the same order. The guards had a short marching distance and were still some distance away from the opponent, so they could not directly attack.

"——Tower, attack the enemy king!" Aini raised his arms and shouted.

A shining blue halo flashed by.

[——HP-120! (Spell resistance!)]

There are two hundred and six blood left.

"Guards, move forward." Su Mingan still issued the order, as if he couldn't see his dangerous blood volume.

The clone took a step forward, crossed the boundary, and entered the enemy's territory.

"Tower, attack the enemy king!"

A blue light lit up in Selt's hand, and then fell on Su Mingan again without any resistance.

This time, the blue light that flew out was particularly bright, and the long tail it dragged out was like a meteor. It looked like a critical strike at first glance.

Blood overflowed from the corners of Su Ming'an's lips.

[——HP-130! (Spell resistance! Critical hit!)]

The chance of a critical hit is low, but there will be extra damage when it hits. By coincidence, this hit hit a critical hit.

Su Mingan's blood volume is only 130 points.

As long as the opponent attacks again and gets another critical hit, you can win with one blow.

The digitized blood volume allowed Su Mingan to roughly know how injured he was now. Spell attacks were not as explicit as physical attacks, so that his body would not be covered with blood. However, he seemed to hear every bone and blood vessel in his body screaming. He only needed to

It can completely collapse in one go.

His live broadcast room was already in chaos, with some supporters and fans of Aini’s team coming over to curse:

[Brother Ming An, come on! No matter what the result is, we support you!]

[The blood volume is only 130. It seems that I can only block one or two times, but there is a whole team of people on the opposite side...]

【There is no hope, it’s cold.】

[I still think I am some kind of strong challenger...]

[That’s enough for you! Why are you holding on to the problem of the matching mechanism? 】

【……】

Su Ming'an looked away from his dangerous health bar, and then his eyes gradually became fainter.

"Guards." He looked at the clone that was approaching the enemy bishop and gave the order: "Advance."

The guard moved forward again and finally reached the enemy chess piece, waiting for the next round of attack.

On the blue side, Hubert, who was wearing a priest's robe, raised his head and saw the clone of Su Mingan, who was very close to him, stopping just in front of him.

This round, the opponent is already so close.

In the next round, Su Mingan's command to attack will cause the clone to chop off his own head.

Hubert's usually calm face showed a rare hint of nervousness.

The clone holding the big sword in front of him clearly looked like a student, but it looked particularly terrifying in front of him.

Hubert didn't have a sword, so he couldn't block the opponent's attack. He was bound to die when Su Mingan gave the order to attack.

"Tower, attack..." Aini's lips moved, and then he met Su Mingan's calm eyes.

Su Ming'an's health obviously only had a certain amount of blood, 130. He would truly die as long as he received another critical hit from the tower.

But...the next attack from the tower may not be a critical hit.

Once he cannot be killed, the other party will order to behead Bishop Hubert completely.

Aini's original excitement was hesitant.

He raised his eyelids and met Su Ming'an's calm gaze.

The other party had no expression on his face, but his eyes, as if he was immersed in the game, were clearly telling him:

——I bet your next blow won’t be a critical hit.

Aini frowned, feeling a strange sense of fear surge in his heart.

He endured that strange feeling of fear that made him feel a little heavy, and gave the order: "Bishop - retreat!"

The moment the command was issued, he knew he had lost the bet.

...He did not dare to gamble Hubert's life with the life of the other king.

If the opponent still wants to use this method to force him to give in, instead of letting auxiliary companions such as Hubert Jolia face it, he might as well go up to him with the highest combat effectiveness, so that he can at least save the whole team.

The other person is really a madman, he thought.

"——Guards, move forward."

Su Mingan continued. Since the bishop had retreated, the guards still needed to move forward to reach the attacking distance.

The armor on the clone made a clanking sound, and in the next step, he walked to Queen Qiaolia's side.

Ani immediately said: "Queen - back off!"

Qiaolia took a few steps back, her back soaked with cold sweat.

The moment the clone walked in front of her, she seemed to see the God of Death approaching her.

"Guards." Su Mingan's voice paused, and the next moment, his eyes lit up slightly: "...move forward."

The clone took a step forward.

The next person to approach is the blue king, Aini.

Flames swirled slightly around Aini's body, and the flames burned into a piece of gauze, wrapping him lightly.

He looked at the clone close at hand and saw the sharp sword, with his appearance reflected on the sword's surface.

...It's his turn now, and Su Mingan is waiting for his order.

If you let the tower attack, you will face the same situation as before - you are not sure whether you can block the opponent's attack.

The barrage that had been badmouthing Su Mingan gradually changed:

[I seem to...see a little hope of a comeback?]

[Impossible, Aini can definitely block this blow!!]

[Your Highness Aini, don’t retreat! Show some color to the boy from Dragon Kingdom! 】

【——Su Mingan, come on!!】

[Ah ah ah, it would be great if brother Lu Shu were here, maybe there would be a chance...]

After seeing a little bit of hope, the desire to survive being pulled out of the mire was too obvious.

The audience seems to have seen a slight turn for the better.

Aini looked at the sword that was close at hand, and frankly said that he was not sure he could block the blow of Su Ming'an's clone.
To be continued...