Time ticked by, and before both players noticed it, the game had been running for almost three hours at this point. The air conditioner was excellent inside the hall, and yet, Sheva could still feel a bead rolling slowly on his forehead.
The tension was palpable, with Peter Svidler himself also frowning so deeply that his eyebrows met on the bridge of his nose. Both players were so stressed, and those who watched either from the sideline or even in the broadcast were starting to get nervous here, wondering how the players would go after this.
"I tell you what, this is probably one of the most tense moments I have ever witnessed with my own eyes." Irfan chuckled wryly, feeling his throat dry as he even forgot to drink.
"Oh, really?" Bagas asked.
It wasn't like he was curious, but the boy desperately wanted to ease the tension here. They hadn't been chatting for more than a few minutes, watching silently as both players on the screen made their moves.
