People don’t know this because I’ve never formally announced it: I am an elite checkers player. They call King of Mount Daluo’s Checker Kings. So people like to shorten my title, but I get it. They’re jealous. If you think I’m good at fighting, know that my checkers skills are the cream of the crop of the best of the elite of the greatest of the masters of the experts… You get the gist. I’m godly at checkers. My checkers skills are in another league compared to my combat prowess. If I was to focus on checkers, I’d already be the grandmaster of grandmasters of history, a legend to be rembered for eternity. When we played cloud-churning, Earth-shaking, star-dropping, thunder-clapping matches back on Mount Daluo, be it man, woman, human or not, I never lost once.
One winter, my shifu told , “I am going to bequeath to you the way of checkers.” Since I didn’t have the faintest idea about my dormant prodigious checkers gift then, I snapped, “Stop distracting from my martial arts distracting, fool. Keep distracting and thee will regret it.” That earned five raging slaps. So, I set down my porn book and followed him.
I soon regretted not learning checkers from my shifu sooner and wasting thirteen years on porn-, training, instead. Training is la! I was so regretful that I wanted to be rebirthed.
After watching one ga of checkers, I was so enraptured that I was addicted. I rember my shifu also appearing to regret not teaching the art of checkers sooner. That’s how I knew I was born to be a god at checkers. For the first ti, I felt my shifu appreciated .
Thanks to my gift for checkers, I was soon playing against my shifu. From what I know, he was good enough to demolish twenty-one national champions at once on Mount Wuyi, even having the luxury of ti to play with a chick’s hand on his left side and give the maiden on his right a peck while waiting for them to make a move. He’d be the undisputed checkers world champion right now if my shiniang didn’t show up to catch him for cheating on her, vandalising the place and terrifying those present in the process.
My shifu gave my uncles and brothers twenty free moves each ti they played. Only Second Brother did sowhat decent, so he sotis won when Shifu gave him four free moves. As for , I drew with Shifu in my first ga. He said he could praise my talent for checkers until the sun ca up if Second Brother didn’t stop him.
To sum up, my shifu praised, “Your checkers’ skills are terrible. I an, so shocking that gods would cry, and hell would fear you.” I pointed at my shifu and derided him for being jealous of my performance, so he added, “The situation has changed, though.”
“What and what?”
“You used to suck, but you were fair. Ever since the mid gas, you’ve changed. You can be bad, but you can’t be shaless! Why’d you switch my pieces?!”
I’ll have you know I improved by leaps and bounds ever since then. I built up a wealth of experience through my countless gas against my shifu.
One day, I decimated my shifu from dawn until midnight, when Shifu exclaid, “Well played. I can see your strong desire to win. However, I must remind you: regardless of how much you want to win… you don’t win if you switch people’s pieces right when they’re about to win! If you understand, put my pieces back… Hey, stop! Stop! Give it back! Your hands are too quick for … That’s it. Put it down. We’re throwing hands!”
The only ti you should look back is to see how far you’ve co. Look forwards, people. By the way, I’m the only person to ever beat my shifu at checkers.
“I get your point. You suck. Move on. Can we just get to the conclusion of your story?” grumbled Mountain Monster, speaking weakly because of her injuries that left her bed ridden after she disguised herself as Abels and Luo Ming tried to kill her.
To be candid, I couldn’t be certain that I could resuscitate Mountain Monster if we weren’t lucky that Luo Ming didn’t know about Blood Fiend Silkworm Transformation Art‘s functions. Otherwise, he would’ve realised he only dismbered fake limbs. She would’ve bled out before I could save her if he actually severed her limbs.
In exchange for saving River Monster and Mountain Monster, they provided with intelligence, and then we made our way to Luo Sword Manor. I didn’t know my way to Luo Sword Manor, so we caught a ferry. Playing checkers was just our ans of killing ti.
Since we were on the topic of Luo Sword Manor’s Lotus Root Ground being comparably bewildering as a checkers ga, Mountain Monster bragged she was a decent player, igniting my motivation to compete.
“You’re terrible. Can anybody provide with a decent challenge?”
“Tch, y-you’re the one who is terrible.” Mountain Monster panted every ti she spoke due to her injuries, yet she always argued with . “All that smoke blown up your rear, yet you can’t even beat . King of ch-, wait, I didn’t place my piece here… You switched my pieces, you cornhole!”
It’s so lonely being by myself at the pinnacle.
Mountain Monster flipped the board over; probably would’ve jumped to her feet if she wasn’t barely awake.
“Quiet! You two think this is an outing?!” A-Lan snapped.
“Yeah, naughty kid,” I added.
“Wh-who’d you call naughty? Listen, pin dick, co… co here!”
“Your face is as white as a sheet, yet you still insist on finishing your pointless threat.”
“I said, be quiet! I feel like I’ve aged several years around you two…”
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