The work of the Go master

Actually, this move has an uncommon name, Galaxy Smash Slash. However, compared to catchy and frequently used skills like Spray White Light, the former is naturally ignored.

"This...it seems like it's over, this round?" Yixin pursed her lips.

"Damn it! I told you, we shouldn't have inserted the eye-piercing device earlier. We should have just lowered it to reduce the eye's position!" Xiu Ce gave Yi Xin a fierce look.

"Hehe, it's obvious that there was a problem with your first few moves."

Daoze spoke up somewhat awkwardly, "Actually, I feel... everyone seems to have some kind of problem..."

"No, only he has it!" Shusaku and Isshin both pointed at each other.

The people in the office suddenly started arguing amongst themselves, instantly switching to a silly, goofy state.

Yagami Kunikyo sighed and put away the game.

"Let Jowa finish the last game."

Hearing this, everyone felt a little sad and guilty for messing up such an important game between Zhang and others.

Since we were going to lose anyway, perhaps from the very beginning we should have let Jouhe fall on the chessboard like a true warrior.

“I knew from the beginning that Takewa would challenge Koji Hikaru tonight, but I didn’t stop him,” Yagami Kunikyo suddenly said.

"The reason is that I want you to personally experience the power of Koji Mitsuaki, not just his individual power, but the power of modern Go as a whole." Yagami Kunikyo stood up from his desk.

These words were not spoken to Isshin, but to Shusaku and Dosaku.

As a completely ancient person, he was rigid in many ways, such as being unwilling to accept new things, especially in his own area of ​​expertise.

Shusaku and Dosaku both lowered their heads in silence.

Zhang He's lesson truly taught them a lesson, awakening the understanding of the other two chess masters through the fall of one.

"From now on, let's continue training seriously." Yagami Kunikyo's voice was like an ancient bell.

The night outside the chess hall was much brighter, as if the sky had cleared after the rain.

The team battle is coming to an end, with the games gradually coming to a close. There have been wins and losses, but overall it is a great victory.

This victory was very important to everyone, boosting morale and making everyone look forward to the final battle.

All the spotlight and attention were focused on Ke Zhiguang's game.

Zhang He clenched his sweaty fists, his breathing becoming unusually heavy.

His every move was trembling.

On the other hand, every move he makes next will become his final game record, so he cherishes them all the more and feels an urge to let them go.

The game ends once the last single piece is collected.

"What a...wonderful match!" said Takewa, his forehead covered in sweat.

“Actually, if you had played the entire game, you might have been more likely to win, right?” Ke Zhiguang said.

Zhang He shook his head: "No, when they were discussing tactics, I was also choosing points in my mind. I have to admit that the points I chose were indeed not as good as theirs."

Ke Zhiguang originally wanted to say something more, such as the possibility that several people playing a game of chess at the same time might have inconsistent thinking and different playing styles, but after thinking about it, he decided to let it end silently.

"Let's get started," Zhang He said.

"Yes."

The chess master unfurled his folding fan, and a glint of light appeared.

"Thank you for your guidance!"

This time, he really wielded the knife.

The moment the blade was swung out, the ink-wash painting style engulfed the black dragon, and memories flashed before Zhang He's eyes like a revolving lantern.

The ancient chess master, Zhang He, has officially passed away.

On the other side, Harushima Kashima's match also came to an end.

"Impressive strength indeed. Is this Mr. Yue Tian's daughter?" Zhou Donghou revealed a gratified and satisfied smile.

"Not at all..." Harushima Shika said awkwardly and modestly.

It feels strange to be praised like this by an unfamiliar ancient chess player...

"I hope that one day you can become a chess player like your father." Zhou Donghou nodded in final agreement.

When the countdown ended, he closed his eyes.

Marquis Zhou Dong will take his leave for now.

"We won this team fight!" Everyone cheered.

The danger of the night instantly vanished.

Chapter Thirty: New Allies

At home, Ke Zhiguang leaned back in a chair on the balcony, holding a cup of hot chocolate, and marveled at the beauty of life.

After the ancient army was defeated last night, the nighttime crisis in Tokyo was resolved, and the sense of danger disappeared.

Last night's score was 11:3. Our side lost three brothers, but the result was that the enemy lost a key player. It was a great victory worthy of being recorded in the history of Go.

Riding on their triumphant spirit, most of the chess academy members turned out and flocked into the bustling night. Some went to nightclubs, others sang karaoke, as if celebrating the New Year.

Ke Zhiguang naturally joined in the celebration and didn't go home until very late.

By the way, Harushima Deer got drunk again and was carried back by Ke Zhiguang like a rice sack.

Seriously... is it really okay for underage girls to be drinking like this all the time?

"Breakfast is ready," Zero's voice came from inside the house.

"Are you making breakfast again?" Ke Zhiguang was a little scared.

"What's with that expression? If you don't want to eat, you can go to die," Zero said with a smile.

Upon entering the house, the newborn's breakfast was placed on the table.

It was barely legible, though still a bit burnt. The only thing that was intact was the milk... This stuff doesn't need to be heated, so there's no need to worry about the temperature suddenly rising.

Even so, this is still a remarkable achievement, and it seems that watching cooking channels every morning does have its benefits.

"A big, big machine," Ke Zhiguang announced as I started the machine.

On a clear morning after the war, the French windows on the balcony were wide open, and a gentle breeze carrying the chill of autumn rushed in, refreshing everyone's spirits. Even the lightly cooked breakfast made by Zero seemed pleasant and delightful.

Looking at it this way, everything that happened last night feels like a dream.

Halfway through the game, Ke Zhiguang suddenly stopped and asked, "I'd like to ask, where do these ancient chess players I've defeated end up?"

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes... I don't really know where they'll go," Zero said, looking out the window, the morning light reflected in her eyes appearing colorful.

"I feel like you've been saying 'I don't know' a lot lately..."

Zero sighed: "Please, where do people go after they die... that's a grand question on a religious level. If I could answer that question, why would I be hanging out with you here? I would have been the mastermind behind the scenes, collecting tolls from the protagonists of various planes coming and going."

After a pause, she continued, "I don't know what their fate will be. I only know that in the vast system of chess fortune, their fortune will sink into the soil, nourishing the growth of the land and trees, forming one cycle after another."

"Will it turn into spring mud to better protect the flowers?"

That's about it.

"So... does this mean the scope of this episode has expanded considerably?"

"You can certainly understand it that way."

Even today, Ke Zhiguang still believes that fortune is full of magic and miracles.

The resurrected ancients, the strange weather, and the dangerous nights make the ancient art of Go mysterious and idealistic, and the city of Tokyo become magical realism.

"Let's get back to business... You did a good job last night, successfully leading the team to repel the vanguard of the ancient chess players, and even taking down an ancient chess saint. But unfortunately, Jowa is only the weakest of the Six Heavenly Kings," Zero said.

"To be honest, yesterday's process went much more smoothly than I expected. The four chess masters combined couldn't beat me. Even if they increased the number to six, I still think it's manageable." Ke Zhiguang calmly squinted at the milk.

This was Ke Zhiguang's most direct feeling last night. As a newly crowned dragon who had been tempered by Gatanothor, he said that last night was not too difficult.

Just like when he fought Saito on the Ryugu, although the battle was evenly matched, he was confident that he could defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.

Zero shook his head while pursing his lips, making a "jiojio" sound.

"You're not right to use such a simplistic addition formula to calculate their total strength," she said.

"What formula should we use?"

"It's a very complicated formula... In short, don't be fooled by the fact that last night's game was played by four ancient Go masters. In reality, their combined level might not even be as good as Harujima Isshin's individual fighting ability," Zero said.

Ke Zhiguang can understand this.

The imagined Five Emperor Dragons: Five dragons advance side by side, breathing waves together.

The actual Five Emperor Dragons: The five dragons bickered and fought fiercely among themselves, vying for the right to spit out waves.

Go is, after all, a one-on-one sport. Suddenly introducing a large number of players may not necessarily lead to a gradual increase in skill level.

"Higher than Shusaku, but lower than Harujima Isshin—that's the level of skill my opponent displayed on the board last night," Zero said, looking directly into Koji Mitsuaki's eyes.

"Does that mean my next opponent is Isshin-senpai?"

“No, your enemy has always been only one... Yagami Kunikyo.” Zero’s voice became much heavier. “By the way, Yagami Kunikyo watched the whole game last night. He had countless opportunities to save Jowa, but he didn’t.”

Hearing this description, Ke Zhiguang felt like he had seen a similar plot somewhere before.

Many bosses have a habit of leaving their subordinates to die in order to enhance their own prestige, and sometimes they even kill their subordinates when they are in a bad mood... Yes, we are talking about Captain Aizen.

"His goal is to let the other Go masters better feel your power, thereby stimulating them to be more open-minded in accepting modern Go, and to work hard to prepare for the next two months."

In every sense, Ke Zhiguang's goal was similar to that of the other party.

While Ke Zhiguang was busy boosting morale, Ye Shen Guojing was busy suppressing the arrogance of the ancient chess masters.

Last night's battle was an essential preliminary battle for both sides. By December, the ancient chess players will have completed their training and will enter the battlefield in their full glory.

The promise I made to Mr. Banye a while ago is about to come true.

Unfortunately, it wasn't him who fulfilled the promise, but his teammates.

"In the twilight of the gods, everyone has their own nemesis. There are still five chess masters left on the enemy side. So how should you allocate them?" Zero asked.

Ke Zhiguang thought for a moment: "First, Lu's relationship with Senior Yixin is set in stone. Next, Brother Duan will fight one, and then Xuanyu will fight another..."