Ye Luo's confidence is getting stronger and stronger.

Just hold the mouse and kill indiscriminately!

Eat a horse!

Eat another shot!

Where is the car? Still want to run? It depends on where you go!

Ye Luo's chess style became more and more unrestrained, almost overwhelming his opponent.

Zou Liang, who was fighting against him at level eight, was already sweating profusely.

This guy plays chess so fast and hard that he doesn't even have a chance to breathe!

At first glance, Zou Liang was already lagging behind at level eight.

The professional chess players watching the match couldn't sit still.

"Brother Zou, do it with him!"

"Lao Zou, don't give up, there is still a chance!"

Zou Liang is about to cry, what a chance you have!

I only have one cannon and two pawns left, what should I do with him?

After a few more moves, Zou Liang couldn't take it any longer, so he surrendered directly. If he continued, he would probably be killed by the opponent, and the loss would be too ugly.

Zou Liang had no intention of playing again. After admitting defeat, he logged off at the speed of light.

I really have no face to face Jiang Dong’s father!

Who the hell is this?

It’s so fierce!

Zheng Feng, Han Yang and others were also dumbfounded.

Even the top level eight professionals can't beat him?

Is he really an amateur? Isn’t this too outrageous?

Seeing that Zou Liang was offline at level 8, the level 8 chess players who had just watched the match also disappeared at the speed of light without saying a word.

Can't afford it!

I really can’t afford to offend him!

The chess players who were watching the excitement were already crazy with joy.

"Hahaha, so funny!"

"There were more than ten professional level eights online just now, but in the blink of an eye there were only three left."

"You're scared!"

"I'll just say Master Ye is awesome!"

“That’s awesome!”

"Carry it away! Next one!"

"Hey, they all scared away. There aren't many left."

"No, I just saw Qian You coming to the eighth level. Isn't he ranked sixth? Why did he slip away too?"

Seeing this situation, Ye Luo was also stunned.

What's going on?

Where were there so many professional level eights just now?

Why are there so few people here?

The remaining players were all outside the twenty, and Ye Luo couldn't be interested at all.

Ye Luo looked at the chat area where the conversation was in full swing, and also sent a message, just three words long, "No one is there?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the entire chat channel came to a standstill.

Afterwards, there was an overwhelming number of comments and followers from chess players.

"Holy shit! Master Ye has spoken!"

"Capture Master Ye alive!"

"No one left? Hahaha, Master Ye's first message was so funny!"

"Everyone has been scared away by you, how can there be anyone left?"

"What he said is so domineering!"

"Where are those professional players? Master Ye asked what you were doing!"

"Where are the people? There is no one left?"

"No one left?"

"No one left?"

…

Soon, the entire chat area of ​​the public channel was flooded.

Everyone is sending these three words - No one left?
Chapter completed!