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

Chapter 271 Northwest Shanxi

Of course, this is the evaluation from Ma Zhaoxu and the dean.

Unseen by anyone, Old Ke was staring at the screen with an expression that resembled a "senior citizen on the subway looking at his phone" grimace: "Two terrible chess players!"

Old Ke also realized that Yun Linglei hadn't noticed the "sacrifice piece" plot at all; the CPU probably didn't even have that option loaded.

Yi Zheng is quite the gambler; he's willing to bet anything. I don't know who he learned it from; he's not steady at all.

Even now, after Yi Zheng finished walking above Yun Linglei, he went directly down to escape the two little black guys who had been surrounded, but he overlooked an important move from the center.

"Now Black should play a solid move in the center and capture all of White's stones."

This way, not only will they completely thicken their own defenses, but they will also have the means to forcefully break through the enemy's defenses from above. Yun Linglei will also have to follow up with a similar move.

In this case, instead of moving the two black stones below, the best option is to use their movement to launch an attack on the white stones in the center.

Old Ke couldn't help but shake his head. In fact, he could understand Yi Zheng's intention. He was unwilling to just leave and let Yun Linglei completely live on the top. Instead, he was thinking about whether there were other ways to directly kill the white pieces on the top.

Yun Linglei was also thinking about whether he could escape from the center and counter-snipe Yi Zheng.

Therefore, both sides reached a tacit understanding to keep things in reserve.

Only Professor Ke, with his current God-like perspective, can see this so clearly; there's no need to hold back at all.

This isn't tacit understanding at all. In Ke Lao's view, it's like two top experts "eating" each other's food in the "strategic fog," each thinking they can "show off," and as a result, they miss the optimal solution.

Only Professor Ke, with his current God-like perspective, can see this so clearly; there's no need to hold back at all.

This feeling of powerlessness—seeing everything clearly yet being unable to intervene—made Old Ke wave his hand to the side. Looking at the hand that had pierced through the object, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, you gave me such a powerful brain and state of mind, but not the hand to play chess. Are you even human?!"

His "Hikaru no Go" state grants him unparalleled calculation skills and a "God's-eye view," but it also deprives him of the physical ability to place stones. This frustrating feeling of "seeing through but not being able to touch" makes him want to flip the table, if he could.

However, Yi Zheng did not follow the same approach as Ke Lao in actual combat, and forcibly pulled out the little black guy below.

Yun Linglei's battle plan was also very clear: to handle things simply, strengthen his own position, and then target Yi Zheng's lack of mobility and communication.

If Yi Zheng adds a move in the middle now, Yun Linglei can also add one, and this game will enter a contest of endgame moves.

This is Yun Linglei's "comfort zone," his "domain expansion"!
"Yi Zheng rarely goes into the endgame, or rather, he rarely goes into the endgame in such a delicate situation."

Yun Linglei's fingertips unconsciously fiddled with the two glossy walnuts he had brought with him today, making a soft "crackling" sound. This was a little habit of his when he was thinking hard; he always had to fiddle with something in his hands, like a fan cooling a CPU.

Yi Zheng usually delivers a decisive blow in the middle game, rarely making it to the endgame.

Even in the endgame, a large portion of the time, the opponents already knew they were losing and could have conceded, but they stubbornly dragged it out until the endgame was almost over and they had adjusted their mindset before finally admitting defeat.

It's relatively rare for a game to go to a close endgame with both sides still tied, like today's match.

For Yi Zheng, this kind of close game with a "half-point difference" is comparable to asking an ADC to play a late-game, fully-equipped, point-and-click battle. It's not that he can't play it, but it's definitely not as enjoyable as his early-to-mid-game roaming and ganking.

In fact, Yi Zheng's endgame skills are indeed relatively average, but this average is relative to top players.

There's no way around it. When playing against other people, I basically can't get to the endgame. And with a certain sparring partner, everyone knows his style, so I basically can't get to the endgame either.

Although they have specialized training in normal times, they still lack experience in major competitions and are still somewhat deficient.

The difference between a training match prodigy and a main event monster may seem minor, but the reality is worlds apart. However, Yun Linglei is different: "I'm a player who improves through endgame strategies!"

Thinking of this, Yun Linglei's hands, which were handling walnuts, became a little lighter, and a background music even played in his mind: "How lonely it is to be invincible."

The endgame is his specialty, the ultimate form in which he evolved from "Winning Cloud" to "Endgame Death God"!
However, Yi Zheng was not in a hurry in the face of the current situation. Instead, he still showed his money-grubbing nature and asked to get a bargain first.

He's a miser.

If Yun Linglei blocks now, Yi Zheng will gain an advantage by moving first, and this area will become a bit problematic later. Even after the black pieces on top make their move, there are other options.

If Yi Zheng goes back upstairs to buy more accommodation, it will definitely be much cheaper.

If Yun Linglei doesn't fill in, Yi Zheng can directly move into the corner, which will relieve the pressure on the center.

Yun Linglei naturally knew that he couldn't let Yi Zheng get away with it so easily, so he directly put pressure on all four sides and instead investigated Yi Zheng's weaknesses.

"It's even more chaotic now..."

Looking at the suddenly tangled situation on the chessboard, Miao Jun regretted shaving his head; he had no hair to grab!

It feels like a programmer debugging a critical part and finding themselves bald, with no way to vent their frustration!
They were just trying to make it a peaceful conclusion, so why has it suddenly become chaotic again?

We've now entered a completely unpredictable situation, where any misstep by either side could lead to the end of the game.

Yi Zheng frowned as he looked at the current situation.

Yun Linglei is really strong. He may not have achieved anything yet, but his true strength may not be worse than Jiang Mobai's. The only thing he lacks is ambition.

Now Yun Linglei is demanding that Yi Zheng make a statement in the central government. Faced with Yun Linglei's two conflicting demands, Yi Zheng knows he has to choose one.

If Yun Linglei chooses the left path and continues to grow towards the center, then the chaotic battle will continue.

However, given Yun Linglei's personality, he will almost certainly return to the right side to fill in the gaps, which would likely result in a 50/50 situation, once again entering a half-point endgame battle.

With that thought in mind, Yi Zheng didn't hesitate at all.

right!

Yun Linglei knew he couldn't follow, otherwise if Yi Zheng escaped from the right, he would return to the left to continue fighting and then eat.

Therefore, Yun Linglei chose to stick to Yi Zheng, putting pressure on him.

Yi Zheng still did not choose to go from above, but instead continued to grow from the right, aiming at the entire dragon in the middle of Yun Linglei.

It's fair to say that the entire central government is now in a more chaotic state than the situation in northwestern Shanxi.

Old Ke's assessment of the situation was: "It's going to go on! Why isn't it going on yet! Why hasn't anyone made that crucial move? I really want to make it!"

He futilely gestured with his virtual finger in the air, mimicking that "divine move," muttering to himself, "So frustrating! This generation of players is too difficult to manage! My blood pressure is off the charts!"

Unfortunately, Master Ke's "cry" was destined to echo only in the void where no one could see it, and the smoke of battle on the chessboard was still dominated by those two "bad chess players".

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(End of this chapter)