Martial Saint against Martial Saint, Mu Can had already won once, but he would never have imagined that the opponent still had a second Martial Saint.
"This is just too unfair." Mu Can, who had thought the victory was in his grasp, immediately wore a bitter expression on his face.
Both sides assumed their positions, with Mu Can ready for a desperate battle. There was nothing to complain about; if there was anything to blame, it was the home-field advantage of the opponent and their incredibly good luck.
"Fight." Either way, this battle was inevitable.
Seeing Mu Can's expression shift from overjoyed to bitterly disappointed, Purple Cloud was full of curiosity.
"What's wrong? Didn't you just win?" Purple Cloud had just seen Mu Can win with relative ease, and without special chess pieces, Mu Can's control over battle chess was indeed very strong.
