After losing more than a dozen games in a row, Nangong Yuan's face was a spectacle of shifting colors, a mix of gray and blue, his expression fluctuating between gloom and frustration, all of which were etched into his aged features.

His mindset had already undergone a complete collapse.

Initially, he had appeared with full confidence, assured of his mastery in chess after years of diligent practice, believing victory was within his grasp.

But as defeat followed defeat, his confidence wavered, and he became increasingly bewildered, unable to comprehend the carefree and unrestrained style of the young girl before him.