The work of the Go master

As for the outcome, well, of course, we'll go as far as possible! If we can win by ten points, we'll never win by five; if we can kill the dragon, we'll never settle for a quiet victory.

Of course, this approach has led to many upsets, but there's a saying that goes, "Losing a few games in practice matches helps you build up your luck so you can have a big win in the actual match."

As a result, she had more opportunities to meet Harujima Kaoru at the Go Academy, but these meetings always happened after noon. It seemed that she was indeed the type who couldn't possibly wake up in the morning.

To be honest, Ke Zhiguang himself is also this type, but unfortunately, the recovery speed of the cozy little house is too fast. He can sleep for a while and feel refreshed the next day, as if his day has 27 hours.

Not long after, Ke Zhiguang's sixth-dan certificate arrived. According to industry regulations, winning the Rising Star Cup allows one to be directly promoted to the third dan.

Unfortunately, this is not a preliminary rank certificate and does not have any special effects; it is merely a simple symbol of honor.

Koji later inquired about Yabu's situation and learned that he had already been hospitalized and was still unconscious.

Yabu is not currently lying in the ICU receiving oxygen; he is simply lying on a regular hospital bed. He is becoming increasingly thin and his hair is falling out. The doctors cannot explain the cause, and his family is deeply worried about him.

Considering his previous madness, it's already lucky that he's still alive. The Crimson Lotus Blade that Ke Zhiguang unleashed in his final strike not only cut off all of his luck and the hair on his head, but also severed his connection with Long Li.

In other words, just as he was about to be laid in his coffin, he was pulled out with an over-the-shoulder throw, beaten up, and sent to the hospital.

I've decided. I'll bring him some oranges when I have time.

Ke Zhiguang also visited Shang Xixing's house. Having just won the championship, the first thing he naturally wanted to do was to post the trophy on his WeChat Moments for others to admire. But in this era without WeChat Moments, he could only show it off in person, provided he wasn't afraid of getting beaten up.

"I knew you could do it!" Shang Xixing made a gesture with two small pistols. "To be honest, I was planning to quickly promote one of my masterpieces to you before the competition, but I accidentally forgot about it."

Shang Xixing put forward his masterpiece.

It was a black suit as smooth as silk, embroidered with peach blossom patterns in white silk thread, exuding an antique charm that captivated at first sight.

"I'll venture a guess, you made this with the leftover fabric I gave you last time, right?" Ke Zhiguang stared at it intently, sensing a familiar aura emanating from the garment.

"Okay, you saw through me, but to be fair, I made you such a cool Shinsengumi battle suit for free, so it's okay if you take the leftover fabric as payment, right?" Shang Xixingren replied with a playful yet shrewd grin.

"80, how about that?" Ke Zhiguang quoted a figure he thought was reasonable, taking the Shura Path forged from bamboo sword as a reference.

Ke Zhiguang had a premonition that he would soon encounter him, or rather, he was looking forward to another battle with him. Based on the principle of equality, he would naturally have to wear armor of equal value to his opponent.

The deal was quickly finalized, and he could finally retire his formal suit.

Days passed slowly, Tokyo was bustling with people, the crowds and cars at the crossroads never stopped, and the decadent lifestyle at night never ceased.

After September, the weather begins to cool down, winter clothes in stores start to go on sale, and students also put on their heavy autumn clothes. Japan's unique "autumn leaf front" also starts from Hokkaido and moves south at a speed of 27 kilometers per day. The valleys that were green just a few days ago will turn into mountains of red maple leaves after a rain, and the ancient temples in the deep red mountains will ring out with bells.

The second competition also took place with the arrival of autumn in Kyoto, a city where ancient architecture is well preserved.

The moment Ke Zhiguang stepped off the bus with his luggage, he was greeted by the vibrant autumn colors, which instantly transformed the atmosphere into one of artistic beauty.

The moment I stepped out of the security checkpoint, I was greeted by a barrage of flashing lights.

A large group of reporters had already taken cover.

As a champion who produced a match that can be described as a century-old masterpiece in the Rising Stars Challenge, he is no longer just a talented newcomer known only within the industry, and naturally becomes the target of countless media outlets.

Just as Ke Zhiguang was about to dismiss the group with a few words, he suddenly heard Qingdao Lu's voice from the side: "What? You and I were on the same bus?"

She was also dragging her luggage through another security checkpoint.

It seems there was a problem with his communication with Harushima Kashima beforehand. They ended up on the same train, but in different carriages.

"What? It's a Harushima deer?"

"That side is more valuable, let's go!"

And so, the reporters who had been blocking the intersection with Ke Zhiguang quickly turned their attention to Qingdaolu.

The path in front of Ke Zhiguang was thus cleared away.

"Damn it! Bastards, get out of here... What? You want to know my thoughts on the last time I choked on a ladle during Nova Wars? I want to see you all, get the hell out of here!"

The noisy commotion blocked the security checkpoint on the side of the deer on the island.

Um.....

Her appearance was perfectly timed; she instantly absorbed all the firepower here. It seems she's still more popular.

So, Ke Zhiguang whistled and strolled away with light steps, like Einstein riding a bicycle, chuckling as he left the scene, ignoring the nuclear explosion behind him.

A new career phase, a new life, and a new game begin.

""

It's that time of year again for writing post-exam reflections.

I've finished another volume without even realizing it. Let me scatter some flowers to calm down.

This was a really difficult volume to write. There were about 10 times when the writing was on the verge of collapse. I would go back and revise the previous chapters several times after waking up the next morning, but I managed to steer the writing back on track each time. In the end, the finished product of the whole volume turned out surprisingly well, not much different from what I expected.

My original title was "Seven Battles," clearly referring to fighting seven enemies in the final wave. But after trying for a while, I couldn't seem to get the point across, so I decided to just go for a solo boss fight.

Later, I changed the title to Chaos Dragon Knight, implying that the final wave against the Five Emperors Dragon FGD would require a Chaos Dragon Knight, a fusion of Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon and Chaos Knight, both with 5000 attack power. So who's afraid of whom?

But after trying for a long time, they found that they couldn't get a good result, so they had to reduce the five heads to three heads, and our three heads to one head.

So let's enjoy watching Godzilla fight King Ghidorah; it actually fits the historical context quite well.

Looking back now, this decision seems to be without problems, and it even incorporates some references to the novel "Gastrodia elata," which is cause for celebration.

I have to clarify again that I really just wanted to write a lighthearted slice-of-life story, a story about a plagiarist who pretends to be something he's not, and watch the protagonist slowly climb up the social ladder. I really didn't intend to write anything exciting.

I don't know what happened, why he suddenly started to slay a dragon here. At this rate, it seems like I'll still have to slay a dragon in the next volume.

In short, this is the character's fault, not mine!

Since I've already slain dragons in three volumes, I might as well make dragon slaying a tradition in each volume, as a tribute to "Dragon Raja"!

My book is also a Dragon Raja fanfiction!

Keke, get back to business.

So far, it has reached 50 words. Although I said before that it might reach 100 million words, at this rate, the final word count may be between 120 million and 130 million words.

Although it's short, it's my favorite length. It allows me to tell the story clearly and efficiently, and finish the book in my best condition before my passion for writing it fades—that's my way of writing!

Then we can start the next book!

The following plot should be much clearer and easier to write. In fact, when this book first started, there were no settings at all, only two: special effects and symbolic spirits.

The idea of ​​using explosive items was something I came up with on a whim.

The fortune telling was so temporary it couldn't be more so; it took less than 5 minutes to type it in.

But now it seems that these impulsive decisions will become my secret to success.

The framework is basically in place now, all that's left is to push through and crush it. It should be quite easy, right?

Right?

Right?

Right?

Ahem, anyway, according to the editor from Penglai next door, he said I might have created a genre called "Special Effects Style," specifically designed to save all sorts of niche competitive sports. Following this approach, fanfiction of "Gastrodia elata" might also be possible.

In short, thank you all for your support, dads! Let's strive for excellence!

Finally, let's shout out our slogan again: Daily updates ( ) K!!!

(P.S.: I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like Ke Jie's winning percentage has dropped significantly since this book was published. Could it be that I've cursed him to death again?)

Chapter 1 Winter is coming, what should we do?

Several months passed in the blink of an eye.

In Tokyo, early December, winter had arrived. The leaves were withered and yellow, and exquisite mannequins dressed in elegant fur coats were displayed in the shop windows.

In the broadcasting studio of TV Tokyo's top management, a Go board was bathed in light, the Go pieces gleaming.

An anxious silence hung in the air around the chessboard, with only the commentators in the distance talking animatedly.

Ke Zhiguang sat quietly on one side of the chessboard, his gaze fixed steadily on a local area, without making many small physical movements. The lines on his clothes resembled sharp black metal.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged man with a solid build, a gentle face, and a furrowed brow, deep in thought.

His name is Junki Ōki. He is an 8th dan player, in his forties, and belongs to the middle generation of players. He once held the title of Dosaku for a short period of time.

Ke Zhiguang played black in this game, while his opponent played white.

On the commentary platform in the distance sat An Yongxin and another female commentator.

"Watch closely, Brother Ke chose to clamp his hand here with his backhand. This means he's not going to run away. He's going to fight you right here." An Yongxin, as a special guest, explained with great interest.

"Black's shape isn't good right now. His counter-pincer here doesn't quite follow conventional chess principles. I think it would be better for him to make a small point here first and secure his position," the female commentator said. According to conventional chess principles, one should establish a firm foothold before launching an attack.

"Hey, what's so great about staying put and making a living? When facing an attack, we, the kind of people who fight with all our might, never consider using a move to make a living as part of our tactics. We always fight back from the spot." An Yongxin waved his hand with a smile.

"But if I'm not mistaken, An Liudan, you don't seem to be a fighter, do you? In situations like this, you usually just stay put and do nothing..."

"This..." An Yongxin blushed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "Have you already forgotten my brilliant performance in the last New Star Tournament? Have you forgotten the fierce game in which Ke and I treated each other's large groups of stones like weeds and our strong positions like isolated stones? And you still say I'm not a fighter?"

"But after that, your playing style reverted back to what it was all about: getting your character to live as quickly as possible on the spot..."

An Yongxin continued aggressively: "That's called hiding your strength. After that, I only played in some small matches. How could they be as important as the Rising Star Battle? Let's put it this way: next time I encounter a major title match, I will show my true strength again!"

Just as they were boasting, several more moves were made on the chessboard.

Atsuki Oki's side is now in the final countdown, and every move is being played very tightly.

This match was a year-end tournament organized by TV Tokyo. Both sides had only one hour of reserve time, followed by three 30-second intervals. This format could already be called rapid chess.

Atsuki Oki's hour was up long ago, and he entered the countdown phase, but when he looked up at the opponent, he found that there were still 45 minutes left. This guy plays chess way too fast!

Once he entered the countdown, Ke Zhiguang immediately intensified his attack, launching one piece after another, turning the situation from stable to a complex battle.

At this point, Ke Zhiguang began to think things through and officially started using the backup time.

After a long deliberation of nearly 15 minutes, he sped up his moves again, unleashing a barrage of punches in a machine-gun-like attack, leaving his opponent no chance to catch his breath.

Before the start of the competition, Atsuki Ohki did a lot of preparation and gained an understanding of Koji Mitsuaki's style.

The general idea is to spend as little time as possible in the first half of the game and save as much time as possible for the second half. This style had already begun to take shape before the Nova Battle, but after the Nova Battle, he seemed to have adopted it as a formal tactic and became increasingly proficient at it.

Once the opponent enters the countdown, he immediately ignites a local battle and crushes the opponent in one fell swoop.

Therefore, Atsuki Oki's strategy was to gain as much advantage as possible in the early stages, devote most of his time to selecting points for the layout, and then operate smoothly in the later stages to turn the advantage into a winning position of half a point to one and a half points.

The game was indeed proceeding according to his script. He succeeded in his early strategy choices and local battles. Just when he thought he could win by lying down, things started to go wrong.