The work of the Go master

The surrounding vendors were completely dumbfounded.

At the crossroads, two groups of people stood facing each other, with the crossroads as the boundary. They exuded a menacing aura, and everyone was dressed in a suit and tie, looking like... well, you know.

Hmm... This is getting more and more like a mafia story. Even if a wisp of death flame suddenly popped out of his head the next moment, Koji Hikaru wouldn't be surprised at all.

"Is the visitor... Ke Zhiguang?" An elderly chess player from the ancient team stepped forward, bowing respectfully as he asked.

“Exactly.” Ke Zhiguang also stepped forward, his righteous spirit awe-inspiring.

Questions and answers that subtly stir your DNA.

If this process continues, lines like "sweeping across the land" and "barking wildly" might suddenly appear.

"Indeed, just as Lord Guojing said, he is one of the strongest in this era." The old man praised with a forced smile.

At that moment, Shiro Shima loudly interrupted from the side, "And what about you? We've already given our names."

"Yes, if it were ancient people, they would have to follow the proper procedures."

"Come and fight us if you dare, you idiots!"

Behind Ke Zhiguang, a group of chess players were filled with excitement.

As the insults continued, the other side couldn't take it anymore and retorted, "Heh, come out if you dare! What are you trying to do, hiding in your castle all day?"

"Idiots, didn't your teachers teach you this when you were learning chess as kids? Fighting on your own solid ground? Only a fool would do that!"

After being called an idiot again, the other person became even angrier: "Are you going to insult me ​​again?"

At a busy intersection, two groups of people started arguing, and a child nearby pointed curiously and asked, "Mommy, what are they doing?"

The child's mother quickly pulled the child away: "Don't point, don't point! A bunch of lunatics! If we look at them any longer, we'll get infected too."

Hmm... this scene certainly looks surreal to outsiders.

Two groups of adults were shouting insults at each other on the main street, as if they were about to rush up and kill each other's horses.

By the way, the light is green now, but not a single person has crossed to the other side, which is quite amusing.

Fortunately, it was already 10 p.m., and this area wasn't a bustling nightlife district, so there weren't many people witnessing this bizarre scene, and there were no passing vehicles.

"Enough! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?" The captain shouted, and the people behind him immediately fell silent.

He then adopted a classical, somewhat archaic tone and solemnly introduced himself: "My name is... Zhang He! You are probably all familiar with this name!"

It was as if lightning had flashed behind him, illuminating the menacing dragon shadow beneath his feet!

This title truly stunned Ke Zhiguang's team, who all fell silent in surprise for a moment.

Jowa, one of the ancient Japanese Go masters, was a rare figure among the ancient Japanese Go players who was known for his aggressive fighting style and exceptional ability in close-quarters combat during the middle game.

Speaking of which... this person did indeed appear in "Go Master", he was Kuroki's teacher, the old man with thick eyebrows that completely covered his eyes, whose name was Takewa.

The ancient chess master's imposing aura crashed down on the street like a tidal wave, silencing everyone in fear.

Zhang He smiled with satisfaction. To this day, his reputation remains effective and has not faded with time.

However, Ke Zhiguang's group soon started whispering amongst themselves—

"Zhang He? If I remember correctly, he's the weakest of the Go masters, right?"

"Yes, his so-called 'Zhanghe Three Wonders' is just so-so. It looks impressive, but it's actually just so-so."

"Yes, and he was later suspected of accepting bribes, cultivating relationships within the shogunate, and suppressing competitors. He was exposed by his accomplices, which left him with no way to save face, and he had no choice but to retire."

"His temper is absolutely terrible."

"Yes, because the Chinese side has three well-deserved Kisei, we Japanese side thought we couldn't be outdone, we had to at least be on par, so we also counted Jowa as a Kisei."

Such beeps rose and fell in Ke Zhiguang's team, growing louder and louder until Zhang He could hear them clearly.

Finally, everyone shook their heads and clicked their tongues as they looked at each other.

"You, you, you..." Zhang He was so enraged that he swung his arm and jabbed at the other side from a distance.

He was well aware of his dark past, but he never expected these young people to so bluntly expose his wounds!

Looking at this familiar scene, Ke Zhiguang felt his DNA stirring again.

If someone were to angrily retort at this moment that they've never seen that thing before, that person might just let out a scream and fall off their horse.

"I have never seen such a shameless person!" Harushima Shika gathered her strength, her chest slightly bulging (crossed out), and then launched the second half of her line with an atomic breath.

Sure enough, the moment the words left his mouth, Zhang He's mental defenses reached their breaking point.

"Ughhhhhh—" With a painful scream, he fell backward.

"Lord Zhanghe! Lord Zhanghe!" His attendants rushed forward to help him up.

To be honest, Ke Zhiguang had his mind interpreting each "Zhang He Daren" as "Wang Situ".

call.....

This is really true.

The last time the ancients awakened on a large scale, it was a similar situation. It seemed that our group was surrounded and in great danger, but these ancients seemed to have a natural aura of silliness, which immediately changed the atmosphere and made them seem harmless.

There's no way around it, these ancient people are just too funny. The "worst chess master" meme is likely to be played out until the crisis ends.

“Um, Mr. Guang… what should we do now…” Xingjia asked with a sheepish smile, looking like she was about to give up.

"Well... how about we grab some late-night snacks first?" Ke Zhiguang replied cautiously.

"I'm so sleepy, let's just go back to sleep and leave these guys here to fool around," Yamaoka said, yawning as he was in the group.

It's almost 10:30 now. Usually at this time, he would be leaning against the bedside table reading before bed.

"This is boring. I thought I'd be able to make a big splash here." Another player was about to leave.

This is... much like a defending army marching out of a city with great momentum, only to find that the enemy is too unreliable and want to return in disappointment.

In every sense, it seems like an insult to the enemy.

"Wait, wait!" Zhang He, who was on his deathbed, was startled awake.

"Go ahead and say it. Say whatever you want to say all at once." Ke Zhiguang was also getting sleepy and scratched the side of his head.

Zhang He rallied and continued in a strong voice, "I have brought my men here tonight for only one purpose: to clash with you all. I suppose you, having been trapped here for so long, have similar thoughts?"

His words stopped the crowd from leaving, and they all turned to look at the old man with the aura of a chess master above his head.

Ke Zhiguang smiled easily.

"If that's the case, you should have said so earlier. If you had been so straightforward from the beginning, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

As Ke Zhiguang spoke, he stepped forward.

He stepped onto the zebra crossing and headed to the other side of the street.

The pedestrian crossing light had just turned green, and several cars passing by immediately stopped politely on the side of the zebra crossing, leaving only a string of headlights.

The car headlights illuminated Ke Zhiguang's figure so brightly that the camera's presence was so dazzling that the ancient chess players on the opposite bank of the street felt a sense of fear, as if they were facing a deity, and they all retreated.

"Hey! How could he possibly fake that?" Harujima Deer's eyebrows twitched.

It's strange, I felt like the light was red just now... but the moment he stepped on it, the light suddenly turned green, a seamless transition, as if the traffic bureau was his own property.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the road, Ke Zhiguang leaned against the balcony railing, swinging his legs and gazing into the distance, his eyes reflecting the aerial view of the intersection.

"This time, I'll let you install it for free."

Incidentally, these cars were also ones she called over when they were passing by.

At the crossroads a kilometer away from the chess academy, a new eye of the storm is forming.

The crowd watched Ke Zhiguang's retreating figure across the zebra crossing.

In ancient times, this situation would have meant that the front-line soldiers would watch as the generals went up to fight one-on-one.

"Now, can we start?" Ke Zhiguang gave a thumbs-up gesture towards the street corner.

It means there's a chess hall not far away, so a game can start anytime.

This time, the ancient chess players fell silent, retreating to a position a few meters behind Zhang He.

That's a dragon-slaying level of intimidation; nobody wants to get close to it except for real dragons.

Facing Ke Zhiguang's close proximity, Zhang He did not show any unusual behavior. Instead, he spoke calmly and said, "Of course I will fight you. However, I brought so many people here not just to watch and cheer, but to launch a group battle."

"Team battle?" Ke Zhiguang's first reaction was, "This thing is coming again?"

"Don't worry, it's not a formal team battle. We'll just send a few people from each side, set up a formation, and fight at the same time. There's no distinction between commanders and deputy commanders. We'll use tonight's time," Zhang He said loudly, making sure that people across the street could hear him clearly.

Ke Zhiguang thought for a while before replying, "Why don't we just have a one-on-one duel between the two of us?"

"In that case, I cannot agree."

"I see," Ke Zhiguang roughly understood the other party's strategic intentions.

Under the guise of team battles, try to drag as many of your own troops into the fray as possible.

Anyway, the ancients didn't lose anything; they would just fall into a deep sleep for a while and be resurrected in a few days.

"And what about you? If I defeat you, you won't be able to revive. Losing a chess master before the final battle—that shouldn't be an idea that Yagami Kunikyo came up with, right?" Ke Zhiguang asked.

"Of course not, this is just my personal decision, an impulsive yet rational one... I, like most Go players, have a temper and don't really like being labeled the 'weakest,' even if the title is 'Go Saint.'" Jowa stood with his hands behind his back, the breath he exhaled from his nostrils making his entire beard tremble.

When he said these words, his back was exceptionally straight, like a flag planted upright in the ground.

Everyone was filled with awe at the old man's imposing presence, and Ke Zhiguang was no exception.

Yes, don't be fooled by his performance just now, which made him seem like a comedic character from a bizarre work. But when he straightened his back and focused his gaze, people realized that the old man's body carried a soul worthy of the name of a chess master.

Zhang He continued, "If things continue as they are in Kokukyo's script, I will have no chance to play against you until we complete our mission and leave. So I must play against you before the end of December... I happen to be free tonight. It's a rare vacation for me, and it will be my only vacation."

"I see. You work ninety days and only get one night off." Ke Zhiguang casually picked out a point to complain about, added a faint smile, and gracefully moved on from the conversation.

"If you want to prove you're not the worst..."

"Hmm?" Zhang He frowned slightly. How dare you talk like that, kid?

"Ahem, anyway, if you want to prove your strength, why don't you go and challenge the other chess masters?" Ke Zhiguang said.

Although he really wants to play a couple of rounds with the other party, he also wants to know the other party's clearer motives.

Zhang He shrugged and laughed: "Playing against other Go masters? Of course, that's fine, but if I played against them, it would just be a game for fun. There wouldn't be any stakes involved. What does such a game really mean?"

At this moment, the crimson in Zhang He's eyes intensified, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corners of his mouth.