The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

They felt that Jiang Fan might not be able to defeat the Little Saint King, who was considered a master at playing this kind of chess piece in South Vietnam.

Even the leader of the Wangshu clan felt that Jiang Fan might lose to the Little Saint King. Only Luo Yunxian was full of confidence in Jiang Fan.

If it comes to strategy, in Luo Yunxian's heart, no one can compare to Jiang Fan. You know, Jiang Fan is famous throughout Dayan for his strategy.

Even if Jiang Fan has never played this chess game before, with Jiang Fan's intelligence, how could he not win such a game?

As for the remaining seven people, one was supposed to be given a bye, and the remaining three would play one game at a time, and then the final two winners would duel.

Of course, the people who would receive a bye were decided by drawing lots, and Jiang Fan was lucky enough to draw a bye.

So, in the third game, he just watched the other six players play.

Soon, the results of the three pairs of games came out. In addition to the Little Saint King, the two young masters of the Fengmu Tribe and the Tianhua Tribe won.

Now there are four people left, and everyone is a little conflicted. Some people hope that Jiang Fan and the Little Saint King will meet in the semi-finals to decide the winner.

But some people were worried that Jiang Fan would lose to the Little Saint King and not even make it to the semi-finals. If that happened, Jiang Fan would lose in a rather embarrassing way.

Fortunately, the final result came out, Jiang Fan fought against Young Master Fengmu, and the Little Saint King fought against Young Master Tianhua.

Young Master Tianhua was no match for the Little Saint King, and their chess game was resolved in just a quarter of an hour.

The young master of the Fengmu tribe looked at Jiang Fan with a hint of contempt in his eyes. He didn't expect that he would face Jiang Fan. However, thinking that he could defeat Jiang Fan, he felt a little proud.

If the popular Jiang Fan was defeated by him, then he would overshadow Jiang Fan.

Being able to beat Jiang Fan in one game, he felt that he could definitely wash away his previous frustration. Jiang Fan was really amazing in the first two games, so amazing that it made them feel like trash.

However, when the game between the two of them started and Jiang Fan handed over his layout to the chess players, he felt Jiang Fan's terror the moment the game started.

He was almost crushed all the way, as if all his plans were transparent in front of Jiang Fan, and he thought he could kill everyone with the chess pieces he had arranged in front of him.

But they were inexplicably eliminated one by one by Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan defeated him with overwhelming force in just half a quarter of an hour.

He looked at Jiang Fan, with only fear in his eyes. A bitter smile soon appeared on his face. In his heart, he couldn't help but admire Jiang Fan's strength. He also understood why Luo Yunxian fell in love with Jiang Fan.

If he were a woman, he would definitely be attracted to such a powerful and outstanding person.

The Little Saint King had an extremely ugly expression on his face at this moment. It took him a quarter of an hour to defeat his opponent. And Young Master Tianhua was still the weakest among the four of them. Young Master Fengmu, who was as strong as him, couldn't even hold on for half a quarter of an hour against Jiang Fan.

Even though he hadn't even entered the arena yet, he felt like he had been slapped in the face. He even felt a surge of fear in his heart, and his fighting spirit seemed to have weakened a lot.

Because he saw that he might lose, and once this thought came into his mind, the possibility of him losing was extremely high.

As the final match between him and Jiang Fan began, he was sweating profusely and no longer had the high spirits he had just had. He also did not have the courage to mock Jiang Fan anymore.

The people around him were full of ridicule and mockery when they saw him like this, and there were even more voices of contempt. This also made the little saint king feel even more uncertain.

As the game started, the Little Saint King was already somewhat at a loss and flustered because of his change of mentality. After Jiang Fan captured several pieces in a row, he was completely confused.

Compared to Young Master Feng Mu, he lasted even shorter. Jiang Fan ate his last chess piece. He was still stunned in the same place, as if he was stupid.

He lost, and his loss was inhumane and cruel! Compared to others, he felt even more aggrieved!

He came back to his senses and looked at Jiang Fan with jealousy and resentment. A sneer soon appeared on his face.

So what if he loses! Is he still afraid of losing? After all, everything is in his hands now. If he loses, he also wins.

Jiang Fan looked at the Little Saint King jokingly and said calmly: "You lost...it's time to fulfill your promise! Your life...is mine!"

As soon as Jiang Fan said this, the people around him gasped. They originally thought that Jiang Fan would not get any advantage in this bet with the other party.

After all, who is the Little Saint King? The Little Saint King of Fengnan has a terrifyingly high status. Even if Jiang Fan was asked to kill him, I'm afraid Jiang Fan would not dare to kill him.

But Jiang Fan actually wanted to ask for a bet at this time. Wasn't this a joke? Could he get the bet? Not to mention that Jiang Fan didn't dare to kill the Little Saint King, even the Wangshu clan leader would not let Jiang Fan kill the Little Saint King.

The Little Saint King looked at Jiang Fan sarcastically and said jokingly, "Haha... So what if I lost! Do you dare to kill me?"

At this time, the Little Saint King stopped pretending at all, and even changed his self-proclaimed name to "This Seat". He exuded an aura of majesty that looked down on the world.

At this point, he looked at the Wangshu clan leader and Luo Yunxian and said, "Luo Yunxian, I'll give you a chance. Kill this kid right now and marry him to me. Only then will your Wangshu clan have a chance to survive. Otherwise, I won't mind crushing your Wangshu clan!"

At this moment, he looked high and mighty, as if he was in control of the overall situation.

"I am not afraid to tell you... I, Feng Nanbu, have surrounded the entire Wangshu tribe. As long as I give the order, your Wangshu tribe and everyone present will die."

As soon as he said this, everyone present was frightened. They looked around in astonishment, their eyes filled with fear.

The Wangshu clan leader looked at the little Saint King coldly, with an indifferent expression, as if he was not frightened by the other party's words. Or, he did not take his words to heart at all.

At this time, the great elder of the Wangshu tribe stepped forward and said to the Little Saint King: "Hmph... Little Saint King, you are so arrogant in front of my Wangshu tribe, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to leave the Wangshu tribe? Don't forget, this is the Wangshu tribe!"

"Even if you, Feng Nanbu, have surrounded the Wangshu tribe, so what? As long as we capture you, we can still force Feng Nanbu to withdraw!"

What he said made some sense, but the little Saint King smiled jokingly when he heard it, "Oh...really? I'm sorry to disappoint you...I'm afraid your Wangshu tribe can't catch me..."

At this point, he said softly: "Luo Dingfang, what are you waiting for..."

As soon as he said this, hundreds of people in the audience suddenly stood up in front of everyone's astonished gazes. In the blink of an eye, they rushed to the middle of the venue and protected the Little Saint King in the middle.

Among the hundreds of people, a figure walked out. This person was Luo Dingfang, the adopted son of the Wangshu clan leader. He brought a group of his trusted aides to protect the little saint king.

The Little Saint King and hundreds of people from the other four tribes, as well as nearly a hundred men under the Little Saint King, also guarded the middle area.

The Little Saint King looked towards his own side with some surprise. The expert who was close to being a master had actually fallen down at this moment, and was obviously dead.

He finally understood why the master didn't hear his hint. It wasn't that the other party didn't want to attack Jiang Fan. It turned out that he was killed silently.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Fan opposite him, with murderous intent in his eyes. Unfortunately, because he and Jiang Fan were playing human chess, the distance between them was nearly thirty feet.

It was impossible for him to kill Jiang Fan at this distance because the situation had changed. Zhong Ling and many people from small tribes had already protected Jiang Fan.