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

Chapter 378 My Legend Before My Breath Stopped

"Ethan's face instantly turned ashen, his eyes turning bloodshot in a flash, and he let out a loud shout..."

Seeing the European journalists scribbling away beside him, the Asian journalist, who hadn't had time to escape, couldn't help but ask, "Dude, what are you writing?"

They were only a little bit slow, so forget about interviewing Yi Zheng, it would be extremely difficult to even take a couple of decent photos from the outside. Now they could only stand there like idiots, while the European journalists next to them were still writing something.

"It's definitely going to be about Ethan's reaction. We can't get an interview with Yi Zheng, so we'll have to find another way to express it from the side."

The European journalist spread his notebook aside. The Asian journalist, who was writing a Go column, could read English and couldn't help but scratch his head as he looked at the description: "Was Ethan 9-dan's expression that varied just a moment ago?"

"Artistic embellishment! My friend, that's the soul of news!"
The characters' expressions need to have dramatic tension! It's a shame the two people weren't actually there; otherwise, I'd be tempted to use some more classical artistic techniques.

European journalists have little respect for nouveau riche beggars like Elijah.

In his deeply ingrained belief, the only country that could truly rival the Eastern dragon in terms of the depth of its civilization was Europe, whose history was equally long and rich.

Amika? She's nothing more than the descendant of a group of lucky beggars who drifted ashore on the Mayflower, like a skyscraper built with cheap building blocks—it looks tall, but it's hollow inside and sways in the wind.

Seeing Ethan about to leave, the European reporter quickly followed, pushing his microphone aside: "Ethan, could you please answer this question? It will only take half a minute of your time."

Ethan's expression softened slightly as he watched the reporter catch up, especially since the reporter was white. He thought to himself that there were still discerning people in the world.

As expected, our compatriots still have some conscience. White people help white people!

Yi Zheng only won one Asian Cup title, while I've already won two Copa America titles! No matter what, two is greater than one; I'm stronger than Yi Zheng!
Those reporters actually turned and ran away as soon as they heard Yi Zheng's name. How dare they call themselves reporters with such poor professionalism?!

What angered Ethan Games even more was that he saw the media outlets he knew in Aminika turn around and interview Yi Zheng. His president was right, these media outlets were fake news!

Seeing the few remaining media personnel, Ethan straightened his expression and composed himself: "My friends from the media, although I'm short on time, considering the nature of your work, I'd like to grant you an extra ten minutes for questions. Please ask your questions."

Ethan raised his chin, striking a pose he believed was worthy of being on the cover of Time magazine, radiating "democratic national confidence."

The European journalists showed no gratitude for this "extra favor," but rather, like a pack of hyenas discovering wounded prey, they couldn't help but wear a mysterious expression, seemingly eagerly anticipating Ethan's next exciting reaction.

The first question came like a cold, icy dagger, piercing through the air. The European reporter even tried to shove the microphone in Ethan's face: "Okay, what do you think about the netizens' claim that the Copa America is no different in quality from domestic matches in Alicia?"

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his smile froze instantly, like a plaster statue.

What is your opinion on the assessment that the Copa America is not as prestigious as the Asian Cup?

Ethan's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and he felt his blood pressure surging toward the threshold of a stroke.

"How do you view the fact that Yi Zheng, a 9-dan player, has surpassed you in points and has a precipitous lead in match results, proving that you have been completely overtaken?"

“Cliff-like…leading…” These syllables were squeezed out of Ethan’s teeth, one word at a time, and you could even hear him grinding his teeth.

"Also, almost all the reporters rushed to interview Yi Zheng Jiuduan in an instant. Does this mean that Yi Zheng Jiuduan has completely surpassed you in terms of commercial value?"

"ALL OF THEM LEFT? FOR THAT… KID?!!!" The reporter seemed eager for the answers to these questions, and directly shoved the microphone into Ethan's face.

"*** your mother!"

Ethan's expression, which had finally recovered from the barrage of questions from the reporter, instantly flushed red again. If it weren't for the fence separating him from the reporter, Ethan probably would have already rushed over and punched him.

Unfortunately, because of the fence, Ethan was pulled back by his teammates.

If someone actually assaults a reporter at the airport, not to mention the possibility of breaking the law and being detained, which could affect the competition the day after tomorrow, if it's filmed, it will definitely trend on social media, directly impacting their commercial value.

"Let me go! I'll show him what the price of freedom of speech is! The iron fist of democracy! The wrath of freedom! Ugh—howl—!"

Watching Ethan being dragged away, the European journalist sighed slightly. If Ethan had landed that punch on his face, his career would have reached a new level.

Meanwhile, Yi Zheng, seeing a swarm of reporters approaching, quickened his pace, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Even though a bunch of security guards were maintaining order and blocking reporters, Yi Zheng felt that the guardrails of the isolation passage were about to be washed away.

"Yi Zheng, 9-dan, what are your thoughts on becoming the youngest Asian Cup champion at the age of 18?"

"You broke the winning streak record set by Lee Jun-hyuk 9-dan of South Korea in the Asian Cup. Do you feel that you have surpassed Lee Jun-hyuk at his peak?"

"Yi Zheng, 9-dan, your current real-time rating has reached third in the world. Are you confident that you can reach first place in this playoffs?"

Are you confident of winning the two world championships next year?

There's a reason why a bunch of reporters rushed over to interview Yi Zheng; it's mainly because his performance at the Asian Cup was just too outrageous.

Not only did they win the championship with a perfect winning streak, becoming the youngest Asian Cup champion, but they also broke the winning streak record set by Lee Jun-hyuk during his peak.

It can be said that Yi Zheng is now considered by many to be the one who can defeat Li Junhe at his peak.

"Yi Zheng, 9th Dan, say a few words!"

Seeing the reporters who had followed him all the way to the end of the passage, Yi Zheng stopped carrying his suitcase and turned around.

"Actually, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that I had achieved so much, but I don't feel anything special about these things."

I hope these things will become commonplace for me in the future, and that one day people won't be surprised to see me win any championship, but will be surprised by my defeats.

"The legendary path I pursue will never stop at the 'summit' defined by others. It has only one destination..."

Yi Zheng's gaze seemed to be cast once again toward the distant unknown, at a figure that only he could see. A barely perceptible, youthful, sharp smile curved his lips: "—It will never stop until the moment my breath stops."

After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)