The round robin tournant continued quickly.
But unfortunately, for several consecutive rounds, Sumr Monroe did not face Rachel Ross.
Not long after, the list of ten eliminated players appeared.
The eliminated ten left the venue with awkward expressions.
Rachel Ross stood in front of the scoreboard again.
The expression on Rachel Ross’s face grew more and more solemn.
In the match record on the board, Sumr Monroe was like her, always on the winning side, with no losses.
She felt a sense of panic rising from within.
During the first ga, although she also had a bad premonition, this feeling was not very strong, and her mind was more disdainful of Sumr Monroe.
But now, this premonition was very strong, so strong that her heart was beating very fast at this mont.
Rachel Ross couldn’t stand still and asked the organizers for videos of Sumr Monroe’s gas—each match at each table was recorded on video.
She wanted to see just how skilled Sumr Monroe was.
Before long, Rachel Ross watched the video sped up and finished.
Though Sumr Monroe won consecutively, her opponents weren’t particularly strong, and her playing style was quite ordinary, not showing any sign of her being an expert.
Based on these videos, Rachel Ross was very sure—Sumr Monroe would absolutely not be able to beat her.
She was too cautious, overestimating Sumr Monroe.
Sumr Monroe was at most a lucky but ordinary chess player.
Rachel Ross exhaled a long breath, and the solemn expression on her face dissipated.
She knew it; Sumr Monroe couldn’t possibly be a chess expert.
She got too caught up in this competition, becoming skittish, fearing every little thing.
Rachel Ross closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, and finally cald down completely.
Before long, the round robin tournant reached the finals.
By finals, only eight contestants were left.
Damian Knight faced a lawyer, Mr. Irving faced a professional chess player, and another two were chess experts.
And Sumr Monroe... faced Rachel Ross!
Several girlfriends cheered for Rachel Ross.
"Rachel, checkmate her in twenty moves!"
"No, I say, Rachel, you should take it slow and wear her down!"
"It’s such a sha I didn’t face Sumr Monroe earlier. She’s really lucky to have not faced any experts until the finals."
Rachel Ross was a bit arrogant with her girlfriends cheering her on.
After watching several of Sumr Monroe’s ga videos, she no longer took Sumr Monroe seriously.
She couldn’t help but, while no one was around Sumr Monroe, pat her on the shoulder and say, "I didn’t expect you actually know how to play chess."
"Thank you." Sumr Monroe responded calmly, showing no emotion in her eyes.
"Sigh—" Rachel Ross sighed, saying, "But it’s really a sha you’re facing in this round and won’t have the chance to play against Mr. Irving and Young Master Knight."
"Oh?"
Sumr Monroe raised her chin, and with a half-smile-half-not, faced Rachel Ross’s gaze and asked, "Are you sure?"
When Sumr Monroe looked seriously at soone, there was a faint sparkle in her eyes, so dazzling it made people feel inferior.
Rachel Ross suddenly felt her previous confidence falter.
Perhaps it was because Sumr Monroe’s aura was too strong, suppressing her.
This feeling made her very agitated.
She didn’t want to pretend anymore, directly saying coldly, "Do you know who my chess teacher is?"
"Who?" Sumr Monroe asked nonchalantly.
Rachel Ross chuckled, sowhat proudly saying, "The titan of the dostic chess scene, Mr. Thorne. Have you heard of him?"
"... Who?" Sumr Monroe’s mouth twitched.
Her old disciple???
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