NovelEnglishChapter 1011 The clash 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! Mr. Eugene was reveling in the competition, and his spirits lifted.
On the other hand, Arabella was not as aloof as she had been with Alma. She was deeply engaged, her eyes sparkling with interest as if playing with an old friend, watching Mr. Eugene, the charming old man, with an air of casual amusement.
“Ha-ha! Got you!” Mr. Eugene was elated. Capturing one of Arabella’s pieces felt more rewarding than capturing a hundred from someone else! Arabella couldn't help but smile. One piece, and the old man was over the moon. She wondered how long it had been since he had last tasted victory.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEveryone thought Arabella would be defeated, yet as the minutes ticked by, they remained on equal footing, their skills evenly matched.
Who was this Arabella, and from whom did she learn to play? 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 ghad been going on for half an hour, and neither of them had gained an upper hand. They had captured the snumber 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 young lady! “Considering how busy you've been lately, you've neglected your training.
Look at you now, you're rusty." With Arabella's skills, she should have been able to beat him within half an hour.
But now.
Just as Mr. Eugene felt smug, Arabella 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 Arabella 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, glanced at the clock, a bit worried.
Arabella's companions should have finished their matches by now, but they hadn't shown up.
Could they have suffered a complete defeat, losing so badly that Arabella had stayed back to console the tearful group? With this thought, he sent Arabella a Whatmessage, [Done yet? Need any help?] Mya clung to Joyce's arm, her nervousness apparent, "Why hasn't Arabella cyet? I'm getting anxious." too." Their turn was coming up soon. Arabella had promised to cand cheer for them before their matches.
But now, Arabella hadn't replied to their Whatmessages or answered their calls. Could it be because they were losing badly? “Oh no, no, no.” Mr. Eugene watched in disbelief as Arabella captured another one of his pieces.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlthough Arabella hadn't been practicing at hlately, she understood Mr.
Eugene's strategies, knowing the defenses he would set.
So, she purposely let Mr. Eugene think he was successful 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, Arabella clinched the win by a single piece.
The audience was stunned into silence, refraining from applauding for fear of hurting Mr. Eugene's pride.
He had lost to Arabella? Just as Mr. Eugene was about to voice his admiration for a well-play game, a young woman stepped forward with a challenge.
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