Li Changzhou didn't hold high expectations for Li Qianxia's words.
Once, she claimed to have won ten consecutive games and even sent him a screenshot. Just as he started to believe and feel surprised, he saw the screenshot. It looked like top-secret files from the United States, mostly black squares with occasional victories mixed in (it was a super long image to make up the ten wins).
"How impressive?" He only showed slight curiosity.
"Try hitting me," said Turquoise Pool.
A black hand broke free from the ground, palm slowly rising, five fingers spread out to enclose her, then slowly closing.
"Your move certainly has a strong sense of oppression," Turquoise Pool remarked, looking around.
Her figure was graceful though not short, yet she appeared petite and delicate within the black hand.
When the black hand was still half a meter away, the air rippled with colorless, transparent water waves, as if space were being compressed.
The black hand couldn't close.
