By launching several aggressive attacks on his opponent, Mr. Fai had pressurized his opponent. For an interminably long time, his losing opponent, Mr. Chao, had a depressed look. On his furrowed and embittered face, he appeared perturbed, as he tried desperately to turn the tables around. At the brink of his defeat, Mr. Chao miraculously conjured a counter attack, capitalizing on the loopholes of Mr. Fais aggressive attacks to consolidate a defensive position. This left the audience dumbfounded and stupefied; Mr. Chao had made some tactical moves to save him from a sure defeat. It was now a deadlocked battle.
None of the masters had gained an upper hand of the match. For an unfathomable reason, Mr. Fai had remained unfazed at the sudden twist of the event. He pondered for quite some time, as if coming up with a strategy to defeat his opponent. While Mr. Fai was considering his next move, his ebullient opponent was scrutinizing the chessboard, seeming pleased with his performance.
Nonchalantly, Mr. Fai made several unexpected moves. Mr. Chao, fearful of making a mistake and falling for Mr. Fais deadly tricks, spent quite some time on his next few moves. At this stage of the game, Mr.Fai began to use a pressurizing factor on his opponent the battle with time. The game of chess had a limited time allocated for each move. Apparently, his opponent was slowly falling into his trap by wasting a lot of time on several moves. On his sixtieth move, Mr. Fai launched his attack. He angled his knight in exchange for Mr. Chaos bishop. This sudden attack had flummoxed Mr. Chao. Obviously, he had not thought that he would make such an audacious move and was thus thrown off balance. The audience could see beads of perspiration trickling down the temples of Mr.
Chao. No one in the audience dared to make a single noise in such a tense atmosphere. The ticking of the game clock seemed to echo louder with each passing minute. Finally, Mr. Chao made the predicted move; he grudgingly moved away his bishop. The pressure of time had caused him to make a fatal mistake. Mr. Fai was grinning with delight, an expression incongruous with his earlier expressions. With lightning speed, he executed his next move, placing his pawn in the position previously occupied by his opponent.. Mr. Chaos face immediately contorted into a grimace.
He was on tenterhooks. Ironically, due to his cautiousness, he had placed himself in an unredeemable situation. IN a fleeting moment, Mr. Fai had altered the entire texture of the game to assure him of an eventual victory. With his opponents bishop away, Mr. Fai was able to attack his king. By skillful manipulation of his opponents presumption that he would be using a complicated strategy, Mr. Fai had capitalized on this to mask his move. By now, his opponent has realized the implications of his move. However, it was too late. Checkmate! bellowed Mr. Fai. The duel was over.