Road to be the Best Chess Player in the World!-Chapter 401: Win the Game?! Another Upset!

"YEES!" Bagas screamed directly into the microphone. A thick vein also popped on his forehead, showing how excited the boy was. ’HE HAS DONE IT AGAIN! WHEN WE NEED HIM THE MOST, SHEVA STEPS UP ONCE AGAIN, DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE FOR US! HE BEAT THE TOP-SEEDED ALEXANDR PREDKE, GETTING THREE WINS OUT OF THREE GAMES!"

Hilda99: Let’s fucking go!

Froggies: Whoever said that his win in the Olympiad is a coincidence, come out now! Look at what he has done here!

Leak65: Bah! They would never dare to do that! A Bunch of cowards!

RonaldOSIu007: COME ON, SHEVA!

The cheers exploded as the handshake was made. Sheva himself was also excited, clenching his fist under the table. However, over the excitement, the biggest feeling he had right now was relief, as after holding on his own ground, surviving from the torturous side effect of the title, everything finally went in the direction that he wanted. Moreover, he didn’t pass out after the game was over, which was clearly a massive improvement compared to his time in the Olympiad a few weeks ago.

"Good game." Alexandr Predke grunted heavily. "It is rare for someone to outsmart me in the endgame phase. You really deserve your title, Wizard."

Sheva felt the corner of his mouth twitching at that awkward praise. ’Who in the hell gave me that cringe nickname?’ However, he still nodded, accepting the word politely. Even though it was unlikely for them to meet each other again for so long, there was no need to offend any high-rated player whom he had beaten. After all, reputation was also an important matter in this sport.

"I think that my mistake happens when I move my rook...."

’Honestly, I didn’t really notice that at first..."

"I know, that is why I also ignored that. But I was foolish here, thinking that no danger would occur..."

"But you should’ve had a chance to escape, right? For example..."

"No, that wouldn’t work! You could just...."

They both didn’t leave the table immediately, but exchanged ideas about the game earlier. Although both players were confident in their ability, it was always good to hear the opponent’s insight. This was also the case for Sheva. After all, if there was one thing that couldn’t be measured by the system’s stats, it would be a player’s experience, and even though it was subtle, this could play a huge factor in a game.

After chatting for a while, they both were satisfied, ending it all with another handshake. "You really are a talented player. I think you can win this entire tournament by yourself. Be careful of the Indian prodigies, though. They are dangerous." Predke advised one last time as he rose from the seat.

"Yeah, thank you for the reminder." Sheva nodded while also following the action.

The moment he rose from the chair, the boy yawned quite big, stretching his body like a lazy cat. After sitting still and not moving even for a single inch for three hours, his body was screaming, begging to be freed from this torture. While trying to loosen the tension on every fiber of his muscle, Sheva also started strolling around, wanting to see his competitor.

"Damn! Arjun and Pragg berserk here!" Sheva let out a low whistle, feeling impressed with the game that he just witnessed.

In Sheva’s mind, those two were his biggest competitors in this tournament, so it was understandable for him to watch them first. The two Indian prodigies were facing players with ratings around 2400 and 2500, yet somehow, this looked like an easy game for the two.

Arjun, in particular, was going berserk on the board. The boy had already sacrificed a rook, a knight, and a bishop in the game, being down by 13 points of material on the board. However, the rest of his pieces were coordinated so beautifully that they all stared at the opponent’s king like a bunch of hungry beasts, ready to put their claws on their prey. Seeing that all the escape ways were closed down by Arjun himself, Sheva knew that this game was over, so he didn’t stay there for too long.

Pragg’s game was also beautifully done. Although the process was quieter than Arjun’s, it still showcased the boy’s mastery in the endgame phase. He managed to win the game with a bishop, a knight, and two pawns against the opponent’s rook and pawn, being only one square away from queen promotion. The moment Sheva took a glance at that game, Pragg had already shaken hands with his opponent, showing that the resignation was on the board already.

Seeing their clean and convincing win only made Sheva realize how big a threat those two were to him in this tournament.

’If I want to achieve something big here, I cannot lose even a game against those two.’ He clenched his fist unconsciously. ’Also, I need to win at least against one of them. This would give me more confidence for the rest of the tournament.’

As for the other high-rated players, it might be arrogant for Sheva to say this, but after taking a quick glance at their games, the boy didn’t really find them threatening. The only one who caught his attention might be Amin Tabatabaei from Iran, but the man’s playing style was full of risk. It was exactly the same as Sheva’s old style, so the boy knew full well how to handle that.

Of course, he wasn’t just looking around aimlessly here. The boy also didn’t forget about his comrades. There was no way. After all, they also contributed to the additional stats boost that Sheva received from his new title. The least he could do right now was to pay attention to them, and that was exactly what the boy did right here.

"Oh, damn! Laysa is going to lose! Well, her opponent is good here, and she is too reckless. She would cry about this later. Wait! Sister Medina is about to draw! Good! There is no way her opponent could flip the table! At least, we get another positive result here!’ Sheva celebrated inwardly when he saw the two games that he just seen. However, the boy paused instantly when he was in front of Anna’s game, completely dumbfounded at what he witnessed there. ’Wait! Anna is winning?!’