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

Chapter 342 One Lone Attacks Three Dragons
"Damn it, how are we supposed to finish this?"

Jiang Mobai swept his hair back, a few broken strands sticking to his sweaty palms and fingers, like an inescapable omens of defeat.

He shook his hand violently, trying to shake off the unpleasant feeling, the movement so large that it created a small gust of air.

He leaned heavily onto the table, staring intently at the chessboard, but the more he looked, the more despair welled up inside him.

If we assess the situation now, the bottom right corner has about four or five points, the top right corner has about twelve or thirteen points, and if we don't count the central potential, it's about twenty-five points. There's not much potential for other areas to become empty.

White has about 40 points below and at least 7 or 8 points above. More importantly, Jiang Mobai also has komi.

Yi Zheng's lead was about fifteen points, though this was Jiang Mobai's rather pessimistic assessment.

Artificial intelligence is more optimistic, believing that the difference of 8.8 meshes is just a minor overage.

The gap between top professional players in terms of skill level is about the size of the Mariana Trench.

Jiang Mobai couldn't help but rub his face with his hand: "Tian Wenjing!"

Jiang Mobai rarely lost his composure like this, after all, for someone who likes to show off, his head could be cut off but his hairstyle could not be messed up.

However, Jiang Mobai is now clearly in a desperate situation, like a cornered beast fighting for its life.

Looking at Jiang Mobai, who was completely disregarding his image on the live stream, Qi Ling said helplessly, "The biggest problem now is that the center is hard to surround! Jiang Mobai, a ninth-dan player, has potential in the center, but once we try to surround the center, Yi Zheng will naturally surround the left side as well."

Even if the center is surrounded, Yi Zheng can basically secure the victory by expanding to the left and below. At most, he might lose a little less in the end, but it would be a euthanasia.

Jiang Mobai, a 9-dan player, would definitely not accept this approach, so the only option is to attack from the left.

Yi Zheng's only remaining weakness is the five white stones in the upper left corner.

Of course, this weakness is relative, because Yi Zheng really can't find any other places where he can attack, while Jiang Mobai has at least three such weaknesses on his board.

Jiang Mobai went to the side, opened a bottle of mineral water, splashed some water on his face, calmed down slightly, and returned to his chair.

Move 113, Black, forces!
They forced an attack on the five white stones above from the left, and also attacked from the left side.

Jiang Mobai not only wanted to surround the center, but also wanted to break through the gap on the left!

This is the final ripple, and also Jiang Mobai's last struggle!

"You're so arrogant and ignorant, still struggling like this in your death throes. You don't even take me seriously!"

In Yi Zheng's view, Jiang Mobai's behavior can't be called wishful thinking; it's more like courting death.

Move 114, White, point!

Jiang Mobai looked up at Yi Zheng, who was staring at him, and knew what the other person meant.

You can only choose between the left side and the center. Make your choice!
Although Jiang Mobai wanted to say that only children make choices and that he wanted it all, it was clear that he didn't have the means to do so right now. He could only choose one direction to develop while planning for another.

After thinking it over, Jiang Mobai decided to break through the left side first, and flew his hand directly to the upper left.

Yi Zheng, watching Jiang Mobai's desperate struggle, felt a complete sense of relief. He knew he had already won the game, as long as he could withstand Jiang Mobai's final leap. Yi Zheng silently assessed the situation. Even letting Jiang Mobai survive on the left side wasn't a bad idea. As long as Jiang Mobai survived on the left while he strengthened the center, the black stones below would completely lose their vitality, and the balance of the center would undergo a dramatic change.

With the power dynamic shifting directly between black and white, Yi Zheng will completely win this game.

Jiang Mobai could naturally see this change, so he directly cut off the way up, trying to get Yi Zheng involved in a decisive battle. He even tried to threaten Yi Zheng's lower point instead of crossing from above.

Yi Zheng shook his head when he saw Jiang Mobai still trying to fight desperately. If it were still a 50/50 situation, I would be afraid of you. But now, what do you have to fight me with?

Jiang Mobai's move was excessive, but Yi Zheng's move was even more excessive, going straight for the top and completely preventing Jiang Mobai from getting through.

Looking at the fierce Yi Zheng, Jiang Mobai felt a glimmer of hope. The only fear in this situation was that Yi Zheng would turn into a coward, otherwise there would be no chance of anything changing.

Although Jiang Mobai made the left side live, Yi Zheng also gained the initiative. At this point, Yi Zheng felt that he was at least 15 points ahead, or even 20 points.

But that's not enough; I'm not entirely satisfied with how well I played this game.

Yi Zheng stared intently at the chessboard. His goal now wasn't to defeat anyone else, but to defeat himself! To make each game better than the last!
After becoming number one in the world, I have no rivals in the real world; my only rival is myself!
The pursuit is for a near-perfect "optimal solution"! A feeling of "divine intervention"! Yi Zheng doesn't just want to win, but to win perfectly!

Seeing Yi Zheng deep in thought, the silence in the live stream was a bit strange: "This situation should be pretty much settled, right? I feel like I could win even if I were in his shoes."

He could already clearly see that Yi Zheng had a significant advantage. An Jing really felt that if she were to play, even against Jiang Mobai, her chances of winning would be quite good.

Upon hearing this, Qi Ling, who was holding his breath and analyzing Yi Zheng's possible landing point, couldn't help but glance at the person next to him. His eyes showed three parts surprise, three parts helplessness, and four parts "Brother, are you kidding me?"
I don't understand why some professional players are so confident even though they are clearly very ordinary.
An advantage can only be converted into a winning advantage if it is in the hands of someone else.

Even for some ninth-dan masters, it is common for Hundred-Eyed Great Dragon to commit suicide.

So Qi Ling couldn't help but shake his head and utter two words: "Hard to say."

Upon hearing this, An Jingsan felt a surge of heat rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His face flushed red, his expression froze, and his eyelids twitched!
The chat room erupted with comments after that sentence.

The comments section was filled with all sorts of things like "killing someone by attacking their spirit," "it's hard to say," "divine witty remarks," and "direct mockery."

Dude, I'm just bragging, I'm not actually going to do it. Can't you just stand there and brag for me?

Don't you understand something as simple as a sedan chair being carried by many people?

However, before the intense awkwardness, enough to freeze the air, and the visible low-pressure circulation between the two commentators in the live broadcast room could fully form, the situation was far from over.

On the screen, Yi Zheng's body, which had been frozen like a statue, finally moved!
His slender fingers, like the most precise mechanical arm, picked up a crystal-clear, lustrous white jade chess piece.

Without the slightest hesitation or slackness, his arm traced a short, clean arc, yet one brimming with terrifying power.

132nd move, White, move!

Upon seeing this move, Qi Ling was stunned. All the calm analysis and accurate predictions he had made in his mind before seemed to be shattered by an invisible sword aura in the face of this move!

All that remained was a muttered phrase to himself: "One lone warrior, attacking three dragons?"

I thought the previous one was already pretty awesome, but there's something even more awesome?

What kind of gold did Yi Zheng eat? How did he suddenly become so strong in just one day?
The storm in the entire Go world seems to have only just begun to roar because of this one seemingly light white stone called "diao"!
(End of this chapter)