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

Chapter 345 is completely wrong.
"what!"

Jiang Mobai couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. He had lost 3-0 just like that, without winning a single game!

Jiang Mobai had considered the possibility of losing; when the score was down 2-0, he had a strong feeling that he would have to leave the game.

But I still can't quite accept being shaved bald!

After all, who wants to be bald these days? Besides, I don't really like micro-management!

"Senior Brother Jiang, you flatter me."

Yi Zheng breathed a slight sigh of relief. Although he had come to regard this as a regular training session by the end, he remained vigilant until the very end.

Hearing Yi Zheng's polite words, Jiang Mobai waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about giving way. I'd rather smash the chessboard in your face than lose."

Jiang Mobai only reluctantly admitted defeat when he realized there was absolutely no other way and no chance left.

To put it bluntly, Jiang Mobai felt that many of his moves were wasted, but his unwillingness to give up kept him from making any more moves.

Furthermore, I have made thorough preparations, almost the most thorough preparations I have made in the past few years of competitions, because in previous competitions I faced familiar opponents, but this time I am facing Yi Zheng, whom I have never met before.

The entire workforce of Jingwei mobilized, offering their collective research free of charge, but in the end, they still couldn't win.

Let alone getting close to victory, we didn't even see the exhaust fumes of victory before we failed outright.

I didn't even see a mirage...

Yi Zheng is getting stronger and stronger.

have no choice……

Jiang Mobai could only sigh. That's how it is when you're not as skilled as others; the younger generation always surpasses the older.

Perhaps this was how he felt when he defeated Gu Jianhun back then.

They left the stage with a mixture of relief and pain.

This seems to be a compulsory course for every chess player: how to face their own demise.

Seeing Jiang Mobai already in a state of depression, Yi Zheng still asked habitually, "Do you want to do a debriefing?"

"No need, I need to rest for a while. I feel like I've burned out. Let's talk again next time."

Jiang Mobai waved his hand, refusing Yi Zheng's request for a review. After three consecutive defeats, he was indeed exhausted, both physically and mentally. The more he lost, the more he had to put on his best and fight even harder, which was a great test for both his mind and body.

Not to mention that each game takes at least six hours, and some even take seven or eight hours.

Although there was a day off in the middle of the next game, it was still a huge mental drain.

Jiang Mobai had felt that he was in a state of high excitement until the moment the match ended, when all the excitement disappeared.

It seemed that his body knew there was no point in continuing. All the hormones secreted before stopped at the same moment. Jiang Mobai even wanted to lie face down on the table, wanting to find something to support his whole body and not use any strength.

Jiang Mobai just wants to go home, take a shower, and get some sleep. He plans to block all communication devices for the next few days.

Jiang Mobai used the last bit of strength to slowly get up, but suddenly seemed to remember something and couldn't help but ask Yi Zheng a question.

What do you think of my game?

This was a question that the previous generation's chess master, Gu Jianhun, had asked him after his victory. Jiang Mobai suddenly remembered this question at this moment and asked Yi Zheng about it. However, he added, "It's okay, just tell the truth."

After all, if a normal person hears this question, and they've already won, they'll at least say a few polite words.

They'll say things like, "You did a great job! You're amazing! You just had bad luck this time. I was lucky," or "I was lucky."

Of course, Jiang Mobai is no normal person now, let alone seven or eight years ago, when he was in the late stages of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Jiang Mobai replied to Gu Jianhun without even thinking, "I think your chess is terrible. I played terribly this time too, but I still managed to beat you. Just think about how terrible your game was!"
Yi Zheng was taken aback when he heard this. After a brief silence, he replied, "I feel that all of you have played the wrong moves."

"It's not just you, senior brother."

Yi Zheng paused, as if emphasizing the scope: "It's all the top chess players I've ever met or heard of, past and present..."

"The moves they all made."

Yi Zheng thought through the game records of all the chess masters throughout history, then shook his head: "Including Senior Brother's game today, in my opinion... 'none of them are right'."

This answer was like a blunt hammer, unsharpened but still painful enough to strike the chest! Yi Zheng's decision was not impulsive, nor did it stem from his victory today.

He had this belief long before he met Master Ke. Even with the game records of top masters, he would have a strong feeling that he was going in the wrong direction.

And at that time he was exploring what he believed to be the correct way to play, and the "point three three" was a product of that time.

Even though Yi Zheng felt he had found a direction, he was still exploring in the fog like a blind man groping his way.

Until he met Master Ke, who was like a "celestial being descending from the heavens"—a chess style that completely overturned the boundaries of his understanding, as if it came from another dimension!

The existence of Professor Ke was like a beam of light that instantly tore through the long, foggy corridor he had been exploring for many years, saving him from the long journey that might have taken a lifetime to explore, and allowing him to directly glimpse a completely new cosmic landscape that had never been depicted in Go game records.

Looking back from this absolute frame of reference, Jiang Mobai, Li Junhe, Yun Linglei, and any other renowned names in the chess world, in Yi Zheng's mind, all of them had "gone down the wrong path."

"All of them are wrong"?
These four characters are like four invisible punches.

Hearing this, Jiang Mobai, though mentally prepared, still felt as if the sky had fallen.

Can't you say something nice? Although I didn't say anything nice back then, can't you start changing things from your generation onwards?

You even went so far as to make sweeping generalizations and say that everyone is terrible. Should I assume that you didn't single me out for criticism?
Jiang Mobai felt utterly exhausted and heartbroken.

Is this the cycle of cause and effect, the inevitable retribution? The bullet from back then hit him right between the eyebrows.

"I don't want to see you for a while."

Yi Zheng was speechless when he heard this. Didn't you tell me to tell the truth? You don't like hearing the truth.

However, Yi Zheng still had to tell the truth: "We'll have to meet again for the Asian Cup soon."

I can't avoid seeing him unless Jiang Mobai withdraws from the competition.

However, the possibility of withdrawing from the competition is zero.

Which Go player wouldn't want to participate in a competition?

(End of this chapter)