The work of the Go master

Since it already has three heads, let's just give it the 4500 attack power of a Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon.

The first wave of battle ended. Although it seemed like a simple change where Black sacrificed a piece to gain influence, the complex calculations performed between the two players behind the scenes were of immense complexity.

If one could see the actual changes in their minds, no one would doubt that they had already reached the ninth level of strength.

The torrential rain and lightning intertwined outside the window, and with each lightning strike, the ferocious silhouette of a three-headed dragon, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws, could be vaguely seen on the ground.

The dragon's might grew stronger, and the burning streets appeared behind it, giving Ke Zhiguang the feeling of being in a real apocalyptic scene.

Ke Zhiguang couldn't figure out what Ghidorah's three heads represented at the moment. No matter which head he focused on, it only displayed the phrase "Ultimate Dragon-like Creature."

In the worst-case scenario, these three heads represent three times the capacity for thought.

Although we cannot use such a simple and crude multiplication to deduce its specific meaning, Wu's current calculation efficiency has certainly far exceeded that of the past.

Besides its head, Ghidorah's wings can also display things.

Unparalleled auditory experience

What exactly is this?

What exactly can he hear?

Applying this to the realm of Go, perhaps the only voice that truly matters is... the voice of the game itself?

When teaching Go, teachers often use the term "talking with hands" to refer to Go, implying that players are communicating with their hands. The phrase "unparalleled auditory effect" translates to... "clearly understanding the opponent's strategic intentions?"

This is extremely bad; it's probably a more terrifying skill than three heads thinking simultaneously.

There are ways to win when playing chess against an opponent with better calculation skills, such as relying on a strategic view, using clever tricks, or waiting for the opponent to make a mistake.

But when playing against someone who can perfectly judge the opponent's strategic intentions, all these soft skills are essentially sealed away.

This is... King Ghidorah's strength: dragon-like creature-level computing power and precise strategic intent reading, which can be summarized as almost flawless combat capabilities!

On the streets of the apocalypse, ice suddenly formed on the ground, and Ghidorah's enormous figure was shrouded in the frosty mist, like an unreachable demon god.

But with a breath to adjust one's mindset, the frost symbolizing fear was quickly shaken off.

Move 46, like a violent leaping strike, Ke Zhiguang raised his hand high and placed the piece on the rightmost small eye of the black stones, and the pieces collided fiercely!

Move 48, like a powerful dunk, landed right on top of the black piece's leaping move, with no pieces around to support it, making one doubt their own eyes!

A beautiful butterfly materialized from this set of chess pieces and flew straight towards the three-headed dragon high above on the opposite bank.

"A rather... rather eye-catching move. Is this what geniuses do?" Naosaka could only smile at this move, but didn't know how to explain it.

"He's a genius, isn't he?" Inoue subtly reminded him from the side.

“Yes, he should be called a genius.” Naosaka laughed optimistically.

Yabu let out a low, cold laugh.

Many sounds could be heard clearly.

After using [Dragon Gift], his hearing became even more acute. He could now hear the words on the commentary stand, the whispers in the referee's box, and even Ke Zhiguang's heartbeat.

This is truly a formidable opponent; his heartbeat is surprisingly steady.

No, you could still sense a faint unease; he seemed to be afraid of something.

But none of that matters.

Importantly, he... could even hear what Ke Zhiguang was thinking on the chessboard.

This is the power of bats; with just their hearing, they can detect the terrain ahead and even the ripples in their opponent's mind.

While the three-headed dragon's powerful computing ability is certainly important, its bat wings are also a crucial part of its invincible strength!

An overwhelming sense of joy surged through him. Defeating Ke Zhiguang, winning the championship, and transferring the misfortune from his body were all sources of his pleasure.

But in addition to that, there was also the fervor that Longli himself bestowed upon him.

It's something that gets more and more addictive the more you use it. Every time you use it to play a game, you get an exhilarating feeling, as if every pore is drawing nourishment from the magma of battle.

Now that things have come to this, he no longer curses Long Li, because after this battle, he will gain his freedom, be rid of misfortune, and retain the power he already has.

Of course, he wouldn't care whether he defeated Ke Zhiguang by cheating or by his own strength. From the moment he fell into the demonic path, all of that was forgotten.

"Come, Ke Zhiguang, fall on my path to the throne!"

The entire dark cloud collapsed, and tons of lightning and rain poured down onto the chessboard!

Chapter Ninety-Three: Retrieving the Moon from the Bottom of the Sea!

The rain outside the window began to pour down, and lightning struck the hotel located at the head of the coastline, making the entire building sway precariously.

For tourists looking down from the top floor, the magnificent rainy weather was spectacular, but for the referees and film crew watching the game up close in the top-floor game hall, it was less than pleasant.

They always felt that lightning was right in front of them, repeatedly turning the game room into the color of a vampire castle, and the thunder sounded like the roar of a monster.

It's just a game of chess, why is it necessary to have thunder, rain, and wind all of this?

A surge of electricity coursed across the chessboard, each black piece transforming into a bolt of lightning that struck the board. Many white pieces were also scorched black, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

49, 50, 51 – a series of icy, concise treatments instantly froze the butterfly in an ice coffin!

In fact, Ke Zhiguang did not have high hopes for this 48, after all, visually stunning effects and actual effects are not the same thing.

52 pressed forward, 53 countered with a thrust; neither side chose to back down!

After move 59, the black stones, like nails driven into the air, broke through the white stones' encirclement with the most solid shape!

"White found it difficult to get entangled here, so it chose to return to the lower right corner to make its move. However, Black did not choose to compromise and chose the strongest counterattack."

As a commentator, Naosaka actually felt fear from this game. He felt as if he was not commentating on a game between two people, but on two pieces of steel colliding.

The pieces that were poked in the tiger's mouth were not caught, and the pieces that rushed over were not blocked. They all used counterattacks, or simply ignored the attack and went for the kill in the local area!

One chess piece after another was pinned to the chessboard, and time passed moment by moment. The rain showed no sign of stopping, as if the rain would continue as long as the game continued.

The dragon is gradually taking shape on the chessboard. Starting from the bottom of the board, the lone white dragon is sandwiched between the two black dragons. As it tries to escape upwards, it is also being forced in from the left and right, making the exit of the center increasingly difficult.

The rain-colored sky continued to darken, and the lights in the game room were turned on early, reflecting the deep thoughts of Yabu and Shinobu on the black and white stones.

Both on and outside the chessboard, the air was thick with the scorched earth atmosphere of the apocalypse.

Ke Zhiguang maintained his calm and thoughtful demeanor, the arc between his fingers deeply etched into his cheeks.

Think, sink down—

Open your eyes.

fall.

74 moves! With a solid downward cut, the black stone on the bottom was successfully captured.

The attack effect is triggered, and cursed death flames burst forth!

Ok?

Is it okay to box now?

They started fighting without warning!

But in an instant, dragon scales descended like an iron curtain, blocking the chessboard!

The roaring curse abruptly dissipated before the dragon scales!

The attack was successfully defended?!

It instantly switched to defensive mode? Defense value is 3800?

This was the first time I'd encountered such a situation; it turned out that my curse attack could be defended against.

Yabu also let out a wild laugh on the other side of the chessboard.

—It's useless! (No way!)

—I can hear you, I can hear everything, whether it's your strategic intentions or your state of mind!

"At move 79, An Yongxin thickly glued his pieces to this cut, seemingly harboring the idea of ​​slaying the dragon. This glued move is like tightening his claws, ready to strike," Naosaka explained, "you can sense the bloody atmosphere emanating from this move from afar."

The situation is quite unfavorable for Ke Zhiguang now, both in terms of the overall situation and the time spent.

"Now, is that person really An Yongxin?" Inoue asked, looking at the two people in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

“He has indeed improved a lot during this period. Perhaps he had a stroke of luck and suddenly had an epiphany.” Naosaka naturally assumed that Inoue was praising him.

“No, I’m asking literally.” Inoue shook his head, not joking.

She could vaguely sense Ghidorah's presence. Behind An Yongxin, the dragon's wings spread out like ancient trees reaching the sky. An Yongxin was not An Yongxin herself, but a madman who had fallen into the demonic path.

"Good luck, senior," Inoue whispered.

Inside the hotel room, Shiro sat up and waved the cheap folding fan back and forth in front of her. She had grown accustomed to the presence of the fan and waved it back and forth.

She was currently using Ke Zhiguang's own chessboard, which he had previously placed on his desk. Before leaving, Ke Zhiguang had instructed her to use this chessboard if she wanted to set up a game, because... well, there wasn't really a reason; he just said it was more auspicious.

The chessboard was constantly changing, like a printing press clicking away at images, but none of the changes were satisfactory.

This feeling was very anxious. Although she wasn't the one playing, she still really hoped that Ke Zhiguang could win this game.

A sudden wave of drowsiness washed over her, making her mind go blank.

She was drowsy without any logic; she had slept long enough last night and should have gotten enough sleep by now.

But I was really sleepy, like I was under a spell.

"Forget it, I'm not going to put it up anymore. I'll just sleep and see the result." Harushima Shika simply lay down to the side, intending to fast forward. Maybe she'd wake up to a victory?

And so, her eyes slowly closed and she lay on her side, her curves perfectly defined, next to the chessboard. It was like an ordinary afternoon at a martial arts dojo, where a little girl, tired from setting up the chessboard, had no time to tidy it up and simply fell asleep next to it.

She fell asleep quickly, her folding fan half-held in her hand, standing upright like an antenna, while outside the window, the floating raindrops finally took full shape.

A streamlined dagger made of flowing water floated outside the balcony, its water-forged edge aimed directly at the sleeping girl inside the room.

“99, 99, 99…” Yabu’s knees trembled, and the chair tilted forward, his face almost pressed against the chessboard. The veins around his eyes bulged outward, and the calculations of a thousand hands flowed through his eyes.

This was the move he had thought about for the longest time so far, pausing for more than ten minutes.

—Almost there, almost there, here's a brilliant move....

Finally, I figured it out!

King Ghidorah let out a deadly roar!