Chapter 1011


    The sh of titans left everyone in awe, with the two opponents evenly matched from the get-go,


    keeping the audience on the edge of their seats.


    This was the essence of a chess game!


    This was what made it interesting!


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    Mr. Eugene was reveling in thepetition, and his spirits lifted.


    On the other hand, Arabe was not as aloof as she had been with Alma. She was deeply engaged,


    her eyes sparkling with interest as if ying with an old friend, watching Mr. Eugene, the charming old


    man, with an air of casual amusement.


    “Ha-ha! Got you!” Mr. Eugene was ted. Capturing one of Arabe’s pieces felt more rewarding than


    capturing a hundred from someone else!


    Arabe couldn''t help but smile. One piece, and the old man was over the moon. She wondered how


    long it had been since he hadst tasted victory.


    Everyone thought Arabe would be defeated, yet as the minutes ticked by, they remained on equal


    footing, their skills evenly matched.


    Who was this Arabe, and from whom did she learn to y?


    How could she stand her ground against Mr. Eugene for so long?


    Was she even human?


    The spectators from Westerly College were stunned. Their top-ranked student was holding her own


    against Mr. Eugene!


    The game had been going on for half an hour, and neither of them had gained an upper hand. They


    had captured the same number of pieces!


    How did she manage that?


    Mr. Eugene was secretly delighted. He had not practiced in vain all these months to be able to hold his


    own against this youngdy!


    “Considering how busy you''ve beentely, you''ve neglected your training.


    Look at you now, you''re rusty."


    With Arabe''s skills, she should have been able to beat him within half an hour.


    But now.


    Just as Mr. Eugene felt smug, Arabe captured three pieces. Surprised, He gaped at her, "You!"


    “What''s the matter?"


    Mr. Eugene stared at the chessboard, suddenly realizing he had overlooked a key detail, allowing


    Arabe to exploit a weakness!


    From then on, he put all his focus on the game.


    Meanwhile.


    Andrew, the president of the Westerly College student union, nced at the clock, a bit worried.


    Arabe''spanions should have finished their matches by now, but they hadn''t shown up.


    Could they have suffered aplete defeat, losing so badly that Arabe had stayed back to console


    the tearful group?


    With this thought, he sent Arabe a WhatsApp message, [Done yet? Need any help?]


    Mya clung to Joyce''s arm, her nervousness apparent, "Why hasn''t Arabee yet? I''m getting


    anxious."


    “Me too."


    Their turn wasing up soon. Arabe had promised toe and cheer for them before their


    matches.


    But now, Arabe hadn''t replied to their WhatsApp messages or answered their calls. Could it be


    because they were losing badly?


    “Oh no, no, no.” Mr. Eugene watched in disbelief as Arabe captured another one of his pieces.


    Although Arabe hadn''t been practicing at hometely, she understood Mr.


    Eugene''s strategies, knowing the defenses he would set.


    So, she purposely let Mr. Eugene think he was sessful in defending his pieces. Instead, she


    attacked from a different angle, targeting his undefended pieces.


    The old man regretted his previous move, wishing he hadn''t made it!


    After another half hour, Arabe clinched the win by a single piece.


    The audience was stunned into silence, refraining from apuding for fear of hurting Mr. Eugene''s


    pride.


    He had lost to Arabe?


    Just as Mr. Eugene was about to voice his admiration for a well-y game, a young woman stepped


    forward with a challenge.