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

Chapter 339 The Beginning of a Legend

"We have to win at least one game today! We have to win at least one game today! If we can win today and then tomorrow, winning two games in a row is practically winning the match!"

That's right! I still have a chance! A great chance!
"A comeback from 0-2 to 3-2 isn't unheard of. Just because others can do it doesn't mean I can't! I am Jiang Mobai! I am the protagonist!"

Jiang Mobai arrived at the competition venue unusually early, and sat down in his seat, muttering to himself.

It was as if a broken record was playing at maximum volume in his mind, repeating self-motivational slogans over and over again, trying to dispel the unprecedented chill brought about by the two consecutive losses at the start of the season.

"Jiang Mobai's undefeated status as the Go Saint is in danger!" "On the eve of the 14th generation's demise?" "Will the Go Saint title change hands?"

These ubiquitous media headlines and trending forum posts flashed wildly through his mind, more irritating than the incessant chirping of cicadas outside his window.

Although Jiang Mobai had experienced many ups and downs, this was the first time he had ever encountered a situation where he lost the first two games of a five-game match.

No one had ever been able to force him to suffer two consecutive losses at the start of the season.

Jiang Mobai took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated mind, and his sharp eyes swept over the empty seat opposite him.

First and foremost, you must maintain a stable mindset, like a pillar of strength! Otherwise, before the game even begins, half of your morale will have already been depleted, which is truly a case of "collapse before the enemy even arrives."

But after Jiang Mobai closed his eyes and muttered to himself for a while, he glanced at the time on his watch and said, "Strange, why hasn't Yi Zheng arrived yet?"

Although Yi Zheng isn't the type to arrive very early, he usually arrives a little early for every match, which is a fairly normal male perspective on time.

But today, why haven't the people who only have three minutes left arrived yet?

Even now, many viewers in the live stream are worried that Yi Zheng might be late, and the director has even moved the cameras, with one of them pointing towards the corridor.

The scene constantly shifts between Jiang Mobai's serious expression and the corridor, seemingly creating a special sense of suspense.

Jiang Mobai wouldn't expect Yi Zheng to be late, because that's practically impossible.

Not to mention that Yi Zheng lives in the compound, so there's no way he'd get stuck in traffic or anything; it only takes a few minutes to walk over.

Not to mention that Yun Yi's logistics team is definitely more anxious than he is, and they certainly wouldn't let him know.

With the game in its final minute, Yi Zheng slowly walked out from the side corridor and sat down in his seat.

Yi Zheng wore a neatly pressed white shirt, his steps were steady, without a trace of panic, and he seemed to be completely different from the previous few days.

It wasn't a change in appearance, but Jiang Mobai felt that Yi Zheng had inexplicably developed an indescribable aura. He seemed very ordinary, but there was a strong sense of threat about him.

Jiang Mobai looked at Yi Zheng and used a sarcastic tone to express his question: "Why are you so late today? You didn't go online last night, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zheng laughed and said, "Didn't you say, Senior Brother Jiang, that the main character is always the last to arrive?"

"cut!"

"The main thing is that I was always thinking about random things before, but after resting for a day yesterday, I suddenly figured it out."

Jiang Mobai nodded upon hearing this: "Isn't it normal to figure it out? Your grades are already very good; you're just putting pressure on yourself."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zheng slowly shook his head: "No, what I want to understand is that I believe I am the most special one!"
Therefore, I am determined to accomplish what everyone thinks is impossible. Nothing is impossible, and nothing is invincible!
Whether human or god, I will fight and defeat them!

Jiang Mobai looked into the pair of eyes opposite him, burning with pure, blazing flames, and his heart skipped a beat.

He wasn't unfamiliar with others making such pronouncements; countless people had uttered similar grand pronouncements, and Jiang Mobai was no exception. However, as time passed, everyone eventually reached their end, failing to fulfill their former bold words.

In youth, sometimes it's just youthful recklessness that leads to things beyond human capability.
But why, at this moment, when Jiang Mobai heard Yi Zheng speak these words in such a calm yet infinitely powerful voice, did a faint, almost terrifying crack appear in a long-frozen corner of his heart?
Then, an extremely absurd yet incredibly real thought uncontrollably popped into my head—what this kid said... might actually come true?

What a ghostly feeling!

What the heck? He's really giving me the feeling of being the main character!
Yi Zheng felt that he had been thinking too far ahead, always setting his sights on artificial intelligence, which would appear many years from now.

He didn't even know what kind of strength that guy had, he could only hear Old Ke muttering something about being invincible and terrifying.

This can cause constant anxiety and even hinder one's progress.

It's actually very simple. You just need to do your best and achieve one small goal at a time.

First, set a small goal: to dominate the world. Then, set another small goal: to suppress a certain Ke.

When artificial intelligence emerges, perhaps he will be the challenger!
"So, Senior Brother Jiang."

As Yi Zheng watched the referee walk towards the game table to press the center timer, his voice was calm yet carried an undeniable sense of declaration: "The first step of my legendary journey will begin today."

Winning the Chess Saint title with a score of 3-0 was my first step.

Jiang Mobai inexplicably felt a strong pressure.

Dude, you just rested for a day yesterday. You stayed in your room and ate takeout all day. What weird things did you eat, and what weird things did you try to eat?
Even the enlightenment in Longchang wasn't done like this!

Despite his rant, Jiang Mobai's instincts as a top-tier Go player had instantly taken over.

His eyes sharpened, and his steady hand reached out without hesitation toward the black chess piece jar.

"Snapped!"

A sharp, penetrating sound broke the stillness of the air, announcing the start of the match.

Jiang Mobai decisively placed a black stone, as black as ink, in the upper right corner!
He came prepared for this game, after all, he didn't want to be swept 3-0 by Yi Zheng in one fell swoop.

While they might not be nailed to the pillar of shame, they will still be the subject of a lot of criticism.

There's no way around it. Once you're in the top position, everything you do and every move you make will be watched by a bunch of people. It's normal for a major loss to cause a huge uproar.

Jiang Mobai adopted a two-space jump opening with a small eye, and Yi Zheng quickly moved to the three-three point after the small eye opening.

But to his surprise, Jiang Mobai suddenly launched a flying attack, seemingly extending an invitation to Mi Dao.
Seeing this, Yi Zheng was stunned. Could it be that Jiang Mobai deliberately sacrificed himself to forge his invincible mind?
But thinking about it carefully, it seems impossible; not many professional 9-dan players would stoop so low as to throw a match.

Yi Zheng habitually pushed the ball up directly. If the Mi Dao variation were to occur, Yi Zheng felt that this game would be another easy win.

However, since Jiang Mobai was going to take this route, he must have been prepared in advance.

Eleventh move, Black, move!

Even Mr. Ke, who was watching from outside, wanted to complain when he saw this: "They really should charge copyright fees; they're using all my tricks!"

Mr. Ke felt as if, without realizing it, he had transformed many of the world's chess players into his own shape.
(End of this chapter)