The work of the Go master

"Hey, Kiyonuma, you don't seem too happy today." A strong, powerful voice came from outside the door.

Saito Sando arrived right on time.

"Saito! It was you who was behind this!" Kiyonuma Yuzawa slammed his hand on the table, angrily confronting the other party. Seeing the other party there, he understood everything.

"I just called Mishirogi and told him I had a really great young man here who could definitely defeat Kiyonuma Yuzawa. Maybe I was too provocative, because Mishirogi got very angry and accepted the challenge. As a result, he immediately called you and pushed you into the arena. I'm really sorry about that." Saito Sando strolled leisurely into the Black Chamber. Given his status and position, no employee dared to stop him.

His tone also carried a hint of mockery.

"The money matter is settled too. I made a bet with Oshiro Ki. He bet several million on you, and I bet several million on that young man. If I win, it will offset my recent debts. If I lose... I have a lot of debt, but I don't have to worry about it." Saito Sando answered calmly. To match his declaration that he had a lot of debt, he lit a very expensive cigar and blew a puff of expensive smoke towards the person opposite him.

Kiyonuma Ryousawa's teeth ground together with a terrifying sound.

Although being mocked by these self-important professional chess players was commonplace for him, and he had learned to accept the mockery with a sarcastic smile and disgust his opponents, but—today, today, especially today, or rather this time, he was extremely unhappy!

Suddenly, the sound of alert footsteps came from the end of Taisho Street.

It was accompanied by a melancholic tune, like the humming of wandering swordsmen passing by streams and paddy fields.

As Ke Zhiguang carried a folding fan, he passed by Ksitigarbha, the Yin Lamp, and the mask of the Red Demon. One after another, the negative effects of spiritual objects enveloped him, but they could not pierce the layer of light that surrounded him.

Kiyonuma Ryousawa frowned deeply. He also had a folding fan in his hand, which snapped in two – the poor quality of the fan caused it to fall apart.

Now, only Ke Zhiguang has a folding fan.

"Have you read 'Muramasa Demon Sword'? I'm here to slay the demon!" Ke Zhiguang said with a demonic expression, recalling the name of the book containing the second treasure map.

Chapter Seventy-One Opening Ceremony

The murderous aura emanated from them across several meters, like wolves locked in hostility in the wilderness.

The crimson event unfolded under the full moon.

Kiyosuma Yuzawa threw away the broken fan in his hand and walked straight to the game room without saying a word. Koji Mitsuaki also stepped into the Black Chamber carrying a folding fan.

“You’re right on time, young man,” Saito said to Shigemitsu.

"Hello, Saito 9th Dan," said Koji Mitsuhiro. The moment he saw the other person, he understood something.

Although the success rate of the Life and Death Scroll is 100%, it does not forcibly change other people's inner thoughts; rather, it influences the opponent through external means.

It must have been this old charlatan who did something behind the scenes that led to Yu Chengqi's fatal phone call.

“Defeat him, and I can show you lots of interesting things,” Saito Sando said.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

As he spoke, Ke Zhiguang walked into the game room, and the door with the image of a demon mask closed behind him.

It was dark and suffocating, as if I were in a swamp, with bottomless pressure all around me.

The monster models around them were all looking this way, their gazes fixed on them inch by inch.

Yesterday, Bai Meng played chess under this kind of pressure...

Ke Zhiguang sat down on the opposite side of the chessboard, straightened Zhengshi's tie, and remained unshaken under pressure.

"Don't you want to say something, like about the painting behind me, the whole street? And... those chess scores I sent out?" Kiyonuma Yuzawa leaned back in front of the portrait of the demon dragon, his face shrouded in swirling smoke.

All the incense that could be lit was lit, all the lights that could be turned on were turned on, and all the demons that were supposed to be released were released.

The negative impact reached its maximum, with black miasma continuously surging towards Kezhiguang.

"There's no need for that," Ke Zhiguang said calmly.

Based on my previous experience purifying Yoshida, I'll get a mission review card after it's done. I can just flip through the cards later; there's no need to waste time chatting with him here.

Skip the questioning by grabbing him by the neck and fast forward to him lying down.

"Then let's guess first!" Kiyonuma Yuzawa shouted loudly. At this point, there was nothing more to say.

Thinking about it carefully, his hostility towards Ke Zhiguang seemed completely inexplicable, but that doesn't matter. In life, there are bound to be a few people you just can't stand. You can't deduce it from reason; you can only feel it from your emotions.

Now that he has sensed this disgust, he must defeat it.

Kiyosuma Yuzawa was about to grab a piece, but unexpectedly, Koji Hikaru was faster and grabbed the piece on the board first.

"You?" Kiyonuma Yuzawa was taken aback.

According to etiquette, the older person takes the first child.

But he quickly smiled and realized that it was good enough to maintain the rules and compete fairly in this round. He decided to throw etiquette to the winds and be as rude as possible.

Guess the order!

wrong!

Ke Zhiguang rarely gets to play black.

*Thud*, a piece was placed in the lower left corner of one's own side. This was another impolite start, and the etiquette of placing the first piece in the upper right corner was once again kicked aside.

Kiyonuma reciprocated with the same courtesy!

The moment the chess piece was placed, the demonic dragon revived from the painting behind him. The entire game room collapsed and disappeared, and the surrounding area turned into a swamp as dark as night. The stagnant, decaying smell of the water spread out, and countless howls echoed from the swamp.

The demonic dragon disappeared into the swamp, and black bubbles kept rising around Ke Zhiguang's feet.

There was even a withered hand that grabbed his foot and slowly pulled him down.

Ke Zhiguang placed his hand on the bridge of his nose, remaining motionless as a mountain as he placed his piece.

A new guest arrived at the Black Market: "So, what's going on here?"

Saito turned his head and saw that it looked like a reporter.

"Hello."

“Mr. Saito!” Kiyotaki was startled.

"Did Ke Zhiguang send you here?"

"Yes, he called me earlier and said there would be big news here. Could it be related to you...?"

"No, it has nothing to do with me. Just watch the game and enjoy it. He's the one playing this game."

Kiyotaki glanced at the chessboard in the lobby. It was an ongoing game, and the staff were placing the pieces one by one on it, based on the game in the playing room.

"Could he be dealing with the owner here?" Kiyotaki Ayumu had also heard of Kiyonuma's fearsome reputation; he was a truly terrifying person.

"A game where life and death were staked on Go, that's certainly big news. As for the headline... let's call it 'Slaying the Dragon,'" Saito Sanmichi said, sipping the tea that was served to him. Kiyotaki Ayumi stared blankly for a long time.

The rules of this game are that both sides have two hours of reserve time, and there are three 60-second countdowns, which is the standard time for a game. This means that a game can last for nearly six hours, going straight into the end of the night.

However, neither of them slowed down their moves on the chessboard.

Small eye, small eye, small eye, after three small eye moves in a row, Kiyosuma's second corner is occupied on the 3-3.

A black aura, like teeth grinding and sucking, emanated from that move, and the black swamp flowed along the lines of the chessboard.

A single player occupying a 3-3 position is also a common opening move.

However, common sense is not the same as the norm. Unless someone is exceptionally skilled, they generally wouldn't play like this in a life-or-death situation.

Not used to dealing with.....

Ke Zhiguang supported his chin and flapped his folding fan.

On his fifth move, Ke Zhiguang extended his piece to secure the corner.

Evolve the small eye into a worry-free horn.

This is his habit when playing black: first establish a firm foothold before unleashing a powerful punch.

On the chessboard, a hard horn guards the corner, as if a monster card with 2300 defense has been summoned in defense position during a card game.

Hang high, support, top, length —

In another corner, snowflake-like special effects flew out.

This is the Great Avalanche, one of the three most difficult fixed patterns, alongside Muramasa Demon Blade and Great Slash. It is also a fixed pattern that hides countless deadly traps.

Just as Kiyonuma was about to quickly press down and push the avalanche to its climax, he suddenly felt frostbite on his fingers.

Actually, this morning, he quickly looked into Ke Zhiguang's past chess records and found out that he seemed to be a person with hidden weapons all over his body, knowing many strange tricks.

Deceptive tactics are actually one of Kiyosuma's strengths, but in such crucial matches, to gamble everything on a single, localized situation is just too...

He swallowed hard.

The demonic dragon slowly withdrew its power.

By attacking down and extending along the side, White chose the simplest variation!

The swirling snowflakes scattered and disappeared, revealing a clear, white sky.

“Even in professional Go matches, we tend to avoid playing complex joseki. Stan Shigeaki, who is a stubborn player who plays complex joseki, is actually quite rare,” Saito said, and Kiyotaki wrote down every word he said.

With a hook, a clamp, a sharp point, and then a corner shape, the power to attack has returned to Black's hands.

Raise the piece, and on the twenty-first move, Black places it on the star point to the upper right of the 3-3 position.

Chapter 72: Launching a direct attack on the player!

The weakness of the star position is the three-three, so if you hang the three-three, it will naturally protect the star position.

Ke Zhiguang suddenly remembered a trivial detail.

That was almost a month ago, when I had just started learning Go. I was playing against Hase Kamiya, and I opened with a 3-3 point. At that moment, a dialog box popped up.

It seems like they were talking about some secret about San San.

After a brief moment of distraction, Kiyonuma Yuzawa returned the favor with his move.

The mud churned up beneath his feet, and the water level rose quietly, reaching up to Ke Zhiguang's ankles.

Fortunately, the visual effects are handled by a separate brain system; otherwise, Ke Zhiguang would have already started hitting people.

After 26 moves, with the four corners set up, the right to make the next move still rests in Ke Zhiguang's hands.

I have a general understanding of Kiyonuma Yuzawa's playing style.

It belongs to the kind of quagmire-like strategy of "grabbing land," which is to frantically climb the third and fourth lines, or even the second line, to first grab as much land as possible, and then slowly manage the isolated pieces.

In short, it means to first scoop out the fish and then wash it.