The work of the Go master

Sure enough, those who were meant to come couldn't escape it.

Although the color warning on Yabu's body remained red, it did not rise to purple or alternating between purple and red.

So should I believe the color description in front of me?

Ke Zhiguang consciously looked back out the window and realized that it was already drizzling. This kind of atmosphere is special in mid-June in island countries. The rain comes and goes suddenly, and it is humid and hot.

The game continued, and the scene that had been interrupted was resumed, with the three-headed lion emerging again from behind Yabu.

[Symbolic Spirit: The Three-Headed Lion of Hell]

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Upon seeing the horizontal bar, Ke Zhiguang hesitated briefly before placing his piece, and eerie background music began to play.

A lion whose fur is half black is on the verge of turning into a black lion, only its head remains the same.

Two of the heads still looked dejected, while the last one stood tall and proud.

The desperate gamble has begun.

Ke Zhiguang gripped the chess piece tightly. Although he didn't know what was going on, it seemed that a difficult part was about to begin.

In short, just give it your all!

“Black has broken out of White’s shape. Both sides are playing very aggressively. Black is doing everything it can to disrupt the situation…” Naosaka frowned at the game in front of him. The game suddenly became complicated and unpredictable.

This complex situation is undoubtedly what the disadvantaged side hopes to see; the more chaotic it is, the more opportunities there are to win amidst the chaos.

"Is Yabu really that strong? Or is he just a player who makes a strong comeback in the later stages of the game?"

"I don't know. Looking at his previous games, he always exerted his strength in the early game, and he only flipped over the pieces that were flipped, not the pieces that were flipped by others."

"So that means he spent so long in the bathroom just now because he prayed to the god of the bathroom and that's how he became stronger?"

A group of idle elders were chatting idly over a game of chess in the senior management's office.

Looking at the screen, Suga Shoichi couldn't help but shout excitedly, "Yabu is starting to get into the zone!"

"Teacher, do you mean...?"

“Look at this little movement of his. He probably doesn’t even realize it himself. When he enters a state of complete concentration, he will unconsciously straighten his legs and make them shake.”

Judging whether a player is going all out by observing their subtle movements is also a useful off-board tactic.

The game room remained eerily silent, like an icebox. Frost spread from the air to the chessboard, freezing the players' chess boxes. Each chess piece was extremely cold; touching it would cause frostbite.

Ke Zhiguang leaned back against the chessboard, his eyes narrowing into slits, the vast ocean of calculations churning within him.

Move... Continue moving...

Suddenly, the Lion of Hell let out a rotting roar and charged forward with its physical body.

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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Breathing of Light

Ke Zhiguang instinctively raised his hand to block, but the soul-shaking impact still passed through his body.

It was like being directly attacked by a monster with an attack power of 3000, LP8000→LP5000!

"Black's local battle on the left side was more successful than expected, recovering a significant number of points and narrowing the gap considerably." Naosaka scratched his head.

"You previously said that Ke Zhiguang would gain the upper hand in the first 100 moves..."

"Let's just say that Yabu washed his face and got back into shape."

A tense and gloomy atmosphere hung over the chessboard, and the three-headed lion of hell's pupils gleamed crimson in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.

An indescribable sense of oppression.

This feeling is different from facing a normal, powerful opponent. In addition to feeling that it is difficult to deal with, I also feel a sense of unease that pierces my nerves.

It was as if its claw strikes would truly leave deep marks on its body.

In fact, this was the first time Ke Zhiguang had faced such a symbolically corrupted opponent on the chessboard. From a face-to-face perspective, it did indeed resemble a final boss.

But why is it only half black?

Does that mean there's still room for salvage?

However, this is not something that Ke Zhiguang should concern himself with.

The number of pieces on the chessboard keeps increasing, and occasionally a piece is captured and returns to the chess box with a crisp clinking sound.

By crossing, counter-attacking, and extending, White breaks through the encirclement of Black's stones and moves out!

With a double top, a jump clamp, and another double top, Black's path to the top became much smoother!

The back-and-forth attacks between black and white resounded in the upper left corner of the chessboard, producing a creaking sound like interlocking gears.

When deep in thought, Yabu's eyes remained taut like a string.

He would usually curse in his heart when the game was difficult, but ever since he forced himself to swallow that bitter pill, all of that seemed to have disappeared.

Anxiety has been stripped away, as has restlessness; countless negative things have been gradually eliminated, leaving only a purely rational and thoughtful soul.

—This feeling is absolutely wonderful!

The three-headed lion of hell continues its rampage!

LP5000 → LP2000!

LP2000→1000!

LP1000 → LP200!

"Your life is like a candle flickering in the wind!"

Ke Zhiguang vaguely heard the other party shout like that.

To be honest, there's a hidden meaning in that sentence...

"After a slight adjustment, the difference in points on both sides of the board is basically even, but White's position is slightly weaker, so it can be roughly considered that the advantage has already been handed to Black."

"In other words, if Ke Zhiguang wants to win, he must manage the isolated stones without losing any points."

"Yes, this is a huge test of his personal ability to treat orphans. It requires a surgical technique as precise as a scalpel... ensuring that the critical wounds heal without damaging other important parts. This is the essence of treating orphans."

The clock ticked away, and games were gradually coming to an end in the game room. The players left respectfully, their figures moving quietly past the central chess table without disturbing the two players at the very center.

On one side of the chessboard, Ke Zhiguang leaned half his body over it, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the squares and lines, like a surgical suture moving across a wound, drawing dotted lines until the most ideal shape was achieved.

For now, it won't be possible.

Backup time, 1 minute remaining, the countdown is about to begin.

Ke Zhiguang took a deep breath, relaxed his overly cramped posture, and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes as if in meditation. This moment was captured by the camera.

Think carefully, and you'll recall what you've learned.

Whether it's the vague impression from my past life or the recent training I did with Saito.

Remember, remember quickly! The solutions to many problems are actually buried in the past; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many moments of nostalgia and comebacks.

Rewinding time by ten days, to the beginning of summer, the sounds of wind chimes and cicadas intertwined.

The location then shifted to the school's gymnasium, where Saito taught a practical technique.

"Real combat is different from training. Real combat is often accompanied by much greater pressure. No matter how optimistic and mentally prepared you are, it is impossible to be completely unaffected. You may find yourself panting heavily before you even realize it. For some people with poor health, this is when they should wear a ventilator."

He held up five fingers: "Remember, if you find yourself temporarily out of sorts during a game, don't force yourself to think. That will be very inefficient. In such situations, try taking five deep breaths... After you've breathed, you'll feel that everything is different."

Ke Zhiguang pondered for a moment after hearing this, then held up three fingers and asked, "Can I breathe three times?"

"you......"

The flashback is over, time to get down to business.

Inhale forcefully—exhale forcefully.

A surge of energy rose in my chest, an in-and-out motion, as if some of the sand and pebbles that had been blocking my thoughts had been expelled, and strength and oxygen rushed in together.

Continue breathing, state two, state three – recovery complete.

After a long period of meditation, Ke Zhiguang opened his eyes.

He pulled out a chess piece and slammed it hard onto the chessboard.

The countdown begins.

After a long period of contemplation, the latest move was finally made. Nearly twenty-five minutes had passed since the last move, and the time bar was rapidly approaching zero.

"Oh, Koji Hikaru has finally made his move. On move 138, he placed his stone on the head of two black stones in mid-air." Naosaka was slightly stunned when faced with the latest move, before realizing what the term for this move was. Calling it a "nose-top" seemed a bit low-class; it felt like only a more eerie term like "ghost-top" would suffice.

If you encounter a piece you can't understand at first glance, just add the word "ghost" before it.

But in the next instant, its ingenious meaning burst forth.

Indeed, just like a precise surgical strike, it pinpointed the location of the attack.

As if a countdown had been made to three, after the three counts were finished, Yabu's eyes, which should have been absolutely calm, twitched.

A scalpel's sharp edge dismantled the entire chessboard!

White's weak points are healing rapidly, and every wound is shining brightly.

Yabu also entered the countdown period, with no extra time to think. Relying on the incomplete calculation diagram, he barely managed to make his move!

Using the most forceful methods, the foolish self-corrects! The three-headed lion of hell is forced to fight in an awkward and deformed posture!

It bursts out, grows back, and then bends to stop. This white piece becomes entangled with the black piece, growing wildly like a parasite. Its number of pieces increases, and it becomes a malignant tumor attached to the black piece.

“I understand. Koji is planning to sacrifice this white stone and the subsequent stones to complete the strategy of sacrificing a stone to secure an isolated group,” Naosaka said, looking at the game in front of him.

"But this white stone has gone too far, almost nine stones, eighteen points. There's no room that big on the board now."

"No, you'll see if you keep looking. In the end, White can directly penetrate Black's territory from the left." Naosaka followed this variation and moved forward a few steps. Looking at it from a distance, it had the aesthetic appeal of appreciating a work of art.

A splitting vein pierced into the body of the three-headed lion of hell, causing it to let out a painful groan, and Yabu's eyes wavered drastically.

Can we fight back?

Are there any strong competitors?

Could we launch it into the air and annihilate it?