"So, Master Irfan, what is your take on this game?" Bagas asked while also waiting for Tin Jingyao to make another move.
"Honestly? I would say that it is a bit underwhelming." Irfan smiled wryly. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I love seeing Sheva thriving, but I thought that Tin Jingyao would put up a big fight here, what with him being the second-best player in this tournament. I can say that I am disappointed here."
That… Was an arrogance through and through. However, Irfan felt smug after saying that, especially since the person he mocked here was Tin Jingyao.
The Singaporean GM had been the worst nightmare for all the Indonesian players whenever any Southeast Asian competition was held, always dominating the field without even breaking a sweat. Now that Irfan saw his countryman was able to take down the man, of course, he would be ecstatic here.
As for the probability of Sheva messing this up? Irfan had never thought about it at all.
