Go: Is the portable old man the nine-time champion?

Chapter 182 Feints

"What the hell?"

Seeing the predicament in the upper right corner, Qi Ling scratched his head with both hands, and could no longer maintain a normal sitting posture. He squatted down on the chair to look at the chessboard.

He really didn't expect to make a move in the upper right corner, but since Yi Zheng had made a move there, he definitely had to respond accordingly.

But the problem is, didn't Yi Zheng click the button in the upper right corner way way too fast? Didn't he even need to think?
Basically, as soon as Qi Ling made a move, Yi Zheng would immediately follow suit. Sometimes, before Qi Ling even had time to strike the whistle, Yi Zheng would have already placed his piece.

It was too fast. Not only were all the moves quick, accurate, and ruthless, but it was as if everything the opponent predicted was exactly what they would do.

Qi Ling didn't know how Yi Zheng did it, because he barely had time to do in-depth calculations.

The Agon Kiriyama Cup is a rapid chess tournament. How rapid do you think it is? The time limit is 30 seconds per move, and each player has ten one-minute extensions.

Now that the game has progressed to the middle stage, Qi Ling only has two one-minute extensions left. If he uses up both of those minutes, he will have to place his piece within thirty seconds for each move.

Many online chess games aren't this fast, let alone in real life where you have to place pieces and press the clock.

While Yi Zheng had a slightly longer time, it was impossible for him to think so carefully for so long.

The problem is that Yi Zheng didn't think at all; he just snapped photos instantly, and they all seemed to be the best shots.

It can make the best choice without thinking.

Qi Ling felt completely numb. Even if Yi Zheng were a god, it would be impossible for him to calculate the changes so clearly in such a short time.

That leaves only one possibility: Yi Zheng had been preparing in the upper right corner for a long time, but only made his move now.

Qi Ling pursed her lips and cursed Tian Wenjing in her heart!

Qi Ling's current problem is that neither of his two white groups is fully alive. If he wants to make one group alive, it would be very simple, or even two groups alive.

However, the trade-off is that Yi Zheng's black pieces can also easily make a living group.

Once Yi Zheng takes the top right corner, his lead will be close to 30 points, and Qi Ling feels there's no need to bet anymore, he can just put the ball in directly.

If you manage to score 30 points on the board in an amateur match, you'd be slapping yourself in the face, let alone in a professional match.

Qi Ling took a deep breath to calm himself, staring intently at the chessboard, hoping to find a way out.

However, based on current assessments, if a forceful attack is launched, it will most likely result in a robbery.

Qi Ling couldn't help but slap her face twice, then squatted on the chair, shaking her head and sighing.

This part can't be done without spending time calculating, but the time spent on it only makes the results worse and worse.

If a ko fight breaks out here, Yi Zheng's overall strength is almost flawless, Qi Ling's bottom right corner is not stable, and Yi Zheng also has the initiative to borrow in the top right corner.

The best result calculated was actually dual-active, but even that didn't make any difference.

So after using up all her remaining time, Qi Ling made a tough decision.

Forced killing.

There are no other options left; we're going to lose either way, so we might as well take a gamble.

Back then, Xiang Yu was able to burn his boats and break the cauldrons, and Han Xin was able to fight with his back to the river. I, Qi Ling, can do the same!
Seeing Qi Ling's pained and conflicted expression, Yi Zheng suddenly seemed to understand why Old Ke liked to torture himself so much during matches.

Judging from the opponent's pained expression... he's not bad at all.

No, I feel like I'm becoming a bit of a pervert...

Qi Ling had no idea what Yi Zheng was thinking. He only knew that there was no other way to win except to completely kill Yi Zheng's piece. Therefore, Qi Ling had entered a state of extreme rage.

Kill kill kill kill kill!

However, Yi Zheng focused on the upper right corner from the very beginning, spending most of the game calculating in that area. He had already anticipated the possible variations that Qi Ling could think of in a short time.

You want to fight to the death, but the final result will only be that the fish dies but the net remains intact. What I'm weaving for you here is an electric fence!
When Yun Linglei looked over again during his rounds, he was completely stunned.

Because the two sides formed a very unique ko fight in the upper right corner.

This ordeal might be completely insignificant to Yi Zheng, but it is of paramount importance to Qi Ling.

Because Qi Ling simply couldn't resolve the ko; he couldn't do it in one move, nor in two.

Even if Qi Ling sticks to him a couple of times, Yi Zheng can't escape the fate of being eaten by Qi Ling even if he tries to control her from the outside.

If Qi Ling wants to win this battle, he must gather his inner energy outside...

Slowing down the four calamities...

Furthermore, Yi Zheng's entire board is filled with strong stones, which actually provides Yi Zheng with a large number of ko threats.

To some extent, it can be assumed that Yi Zheng has Qi Ling completely under his control...

Damn, even God himself could only pray with both hands, begging Emperor Jing of Han to descend upon this Go game.

Yun Linglei quickly covered his eyes with his hands, he couldn't bear to look anymore, it was too offensive!
Yi Zheng said it wasn't that difficult. As long as Qi Ling let him go through six or seven rounds of interrogation outside, wouldn't he be able to win this battle?

It's that simple.

Meanwhile, Qi Ling was already laughing out loud, because people really do laugh when they're speechless.

He had no idea how things had turned out this way; how could such a favorable battle situation have...?

So Qi Ling struggled for a moment, found a place to throw, and immediately conceded defeat.

"****"

As soon as it ended, a silencing sound came from Qi Ling's mouth.

"You noticed the problem in the upper right corner a long time ago, didn't you? So why didn't you even glance at it?"

Qi Ling was speechless. Yi Zheng actually used a fake move to deceive people!
Qi Ling spent a significant portion of the game looking up at Yi Zheng, as observing his opponent's movements and gaze could help him anticipate their next move.

But who would have thought that Yi Zheng would actually feign ignorance, pretending not to see the truly important part? If Yi Zheng had just glanced at it a couple more times, Qi Ling would have definitely seen it too.

Faced with Qi Ling's questioning, Yi Zheng simply shrugged and said, "Do I need to see it? I can just take a look and memorize it in my mind, right?"

Surely a professional player can't calculate without looking at the board, right?

Qi Ling: "****, why didn't you just take action before?"

"Since you can't see it anyway, wouldn't it be better for me to calculate it clearly before taking action? Look."

"..."

"Anxious."

"no!"

The two people at the next table had also finished their game. Shen Guhong looked at the trapped dragon and nodded, then stopped the clock.

"You flatter me... You young people are getting more and more impressive."

Shen Guhong shook his head upon hearing this: "Chen Baduan, you're only five years older than me."

"You're already twenty-three, you're getting old."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanran waved her hand, saying that a five-year age gap was already quite large, and they were from different generations.

Looking at the two people next to her who were debating and reviewing the argument, Chen Yanran couldn't help but shake her head: "The younger generation surpasses the older generation."

(End of this chapter)