After the third game ended, the old beggar couldn't help but show surprise on his face.
"You little kid, your talent in chess is simply astounding..."
The old beggar lifted his head and looked at Lin Chen.
"Decades ago, your chess skills had already shown potential... And now, it seems they are not much weaker than mine..."
"But your style of play..."
The old beggar slightly frowned, as he had never seen such a strange style before.
Logically, the style reflects one's state of mind, it is an expression of oneself.
The more proficient a person is in chess, the more distinct their personal style often becomes.
However, observing Lin Chen's approach, the old beggar found endless variations.
Seemingly without a flaw, able to see through every move, yet lacking some intent, some style.
"Strange, so strange... I have played all my life, and never have I seen such a peculiar style..."
