<h4>Chapter 1688: Chapter 1688 Chess</h4>


    A single sentence made the murderous young boy flee in panic.


    Olindo Caldwell stood under the pine tree, pondering for a full ten minutes.


    "Could it really be because of that sentence?" she muttered to herself, finding it incredible.


    That sentence was spoken by an entric man when she and her sister were bathing in the hot springs.


    Olindo Caldwell didn’t believe it at first.


    Not until—


    She witnessed the man wield a sword and directly kill the false Holy Lord endorsed by her grandfather.


    Only then did Olindo Caldwell realize that this was a master.


    An absolute master!


    So.


    Faced with the threat of death, she wanted to ask the young man in front of her to convey a sentence.


    It unexpectedly reversed the situation in an instant.


    "He’s one of Demarco Mount’s men and knows the Holy Lord. No, I must find a chance to talk with himter." Olindo Caldwell had inquired, and it seemed the Holy Lord’s wife’s name was Que Radcliffe.


    But would impersonating the Holy Lord’s wife’s sister draw the Holy Lord’s ire?


    Would it instead cost her life?


    Yet when she recalled Han Caldwell’s look, Olindo Caldwell felt she had no choice.


    And the slightly frantic expression on Julius Reed’s face just now further confirmed her thoughts.


    But who could that mysterious person be?


    In front of the Boulevard martial artists, he thwarted Han Caldwell’s great n and still managed to retreat unscathed.


    "Forget it, better find my sister first." Olindo Caldwell brushed the snow off her shoulder and turned towards the Dark Moon Pavilion.


    ...


    "The world is like a chess game. In today’s world, heroes rise together! It could be called the most chaotic era in centuries. Thest time the martial arts world was this lively was when Pendleton was founded."


    Dark Moon Pavilion.


    High-level meeting room.


    Two men sat cross-legged on the kang ying chess, while several others watched.


    "But when Pendleton was established, the Holy Lord still held his position. Our martial arts world has been suppressed by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance for thousands of years." The speaking man seemed quite old, but due to martial arts practice, he didn’t appear so aged.


    Instead, he exuded a certain spirit.


    He picked up a white piece and ced it on the board. "The world has long suffered under the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance."


    "Prescott Leopold, are you questioning my decision?" Han Caldwell was bare-chested, wearing ck trousers, revealing his muscr build.


    His pale skin showed no trace of blood.


    The scars on him were particrly striking.


    As he spoke, Han Caldwell ced a ck piece.


    "I have not concerned myself with worldly affairs for many years. Do you know, had it not been for my sect leader being killed, I might not have bothered to muddy these waters." Prescott Leopold wore a robe, looking ethereal and sage-like.


    He ced another white piece, but his mind seemed not to be on the game.


    "The Heavenly Dao is like chess, this board is like the heavens and the earth. When the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was around, the board only had ck pieces, not a single white. Now, ck and white coexist, this is the Heavenly Dao. If it’s neither ck nor white, how can we even y this game?"


    With these words.


    The room was filled with discussions.


    "Prescott’s words are very reasonable. The world suffers from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, suffers from Julius Reed for too long! The thousands of years of foundations of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance copsed within three years after Julius Reed lost his memory! Not even the Great Qin Empire had moved at such a speed!"


    A Samurai in a suit touched his mustache and spoke in awkward Chinese: "Even if Mr. Caldwell supports a puppet, he shouldn’t do so under Julius Reed’s name."


    "Indeed. There are too many people in the world who hate Julius Reed. I’m worried that flying his banner would attract more formidable foes! As it stands, Demarco Mount has been purged. The real king of the Military Department, who once restrained Cold Nelson, was also in by him! In other words, supporting Julius Reed is possible, but we missed the best opportunity."


    A short-haired man in a blue robe offered his suggestion at the side.


    Everyone in this room was a renowned Grandmaster in the martial arts world!


    There were no neutrals in the battle between Boulevard and Demarco Mount.


    The more capable the martial artist, the more they needed to take a side.


    This battle concerns the rankings on the Heavenly List!


    It was said that on the Dusty tform, an anomaly not seen in a millennium had urred.


    Those listed might have opportunities.


    This is why top masters, who normally scornedpetition, had chosen to emerge from istion.


    People die for wealth.


    Birds perish for food.


    And martial artists strive for the great path!


    The Heavenly Dao cycles, yet during these cycles, martial artists continuously push their limits.


    Prescott Leopold, the supreme hidden master of Shushan, was already over six hundred years old.


    He seemed likely to live to seven or eight hundred without issue.


    All along, the lifespan of martial artists has been breaking limits.


    They want to refresh the life limits of martial artists on the Dusty tform once more!


    "Wutian Saint Monk, what are your thoughts?" Han Caldwell held back his piece, eyes fixed on the board, asking leisurely.


    After speaking.


    Everyone in the room turned their gaze to a white-robed monk.


    The monk appeared middle-aged, wearing white robes and trousers, even his cloth shoes were white.


    Spotless!


    Immactely clean!


    "Is this the famous Invincible Vajra Monk, Mage Wutian?" Even Prescott Leopold lifted his head to nce at the monk.


    "You tter me." Wutian, with kind eyes and a gentle expression, ced one hand on his chest, politely reciting, "Amitabha."


    "Ah..." Prescott Leopold chuckled, pointing at Wutian: "Master, we’re not here just for your chanting today. Listening to your sutras gives me a headache! I wonder if you bore the evil spirits to death when you sent them away?"


    This remark broughtughter all around.


    Even Han Caldwell couldn’t help but smirk.


    "I heard that Wutian has never been defeated in his life. Not even a draw. What? Is Mr. Leopold interested in sparring with the master?" Han Caldwell jested with a smile.


    Masters never concern themselves with such details.


    Prescott Leopold was joking.


    Wutian wouldn’t get angry over it.


    Masters are generally very magnanimous.


    "Now that you mention it, I’m indeed interested." Prescott Leopold ced a piece but suddenly eximed "Oops."


    "Move and no regrets!"


    Han Caldwell pressed his ck piece, lifted his head, and looked at Prescott Leopold,ughing: "You’ve lost."


    "Lost." Prescott Leopold shook his head, slightly helpless. "You intentionally distracted me."


    If his mind hadn’t been on Wutian, he believed he wouldn’t have lost.


    But a loss is a loss.


    "Do you want to go again? Or do you concede?" Han Caldwell pointed to the board, asking aloud.


    "Of course, I don’t concede; I can y another round with you!" Prescott Leopold said and was about to restart.


    "Prescott, the Heavenly Dao is like chess. People are the chess pieces." Han Caldwell pointed to the ck-and-white distribution on the board, speaking very seriously: "Even if the board is all white, there would be those unconvinced, wanting ck pieces to reappear! The so-called rebels are just bait. Their existence only serves to let me swallow the opponent in one fell swoop!"


    "Does Mr. Caldwell already have a n?" Prescott’s eyes held a hint of expectation.


    "Though Demarco Mount is unified, within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, there are thousands of factions! When I raise my banner, the world will respond! And this bait, what do you think of Pendleton?"


    After Han Caldwell finished, a gleam of chill shed in Prescott’s eyes: "The imperial bloodline, I must personally execute it!"


    "Three dayster, the Martial Alliance will convene! At that time, I will hand over the emperor to you for public execution!" Han Caldwell picked up the decisive white piece, gently rubbed it.


    The white faded, revealing ck.


    "Here’s your ck piece."


    He crushed it, scattering the ck powder onto the board, his lips slightly curling into a grin.


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