I just got divorced, and a rich and beautiful woman dragged me to get a marriage certificate.

At this very moment, two old men are playing chess.

A man dressed in a dark blue Tang suit, with a thin face, held a white chess piece in his hand, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

The other one, wearing a gray jacket, had a smile on his face, looking confident of victory.

There were four or five old men around, some standing and some sitting, all watching the game and occasionally offering pointers.

"Old Li, go this way and cut off Old Wu's escape route!"

"No, no, if we go this way, the right side will be leaking!"

"Old Li, let's play one more card first, just to be on the safe side!"

The old men chatted away, offering various suggestions, making the scene even more lively than two old men playing chess.

The old man in the Tang suit made a move, and the old man in the jacket immediately followed suit, quick and decisive.

The old man in the Tang suit stared at the chessboard for a long time, his face growing increasingly grim, and he hesitated to make a move.

"Old Wu, you really went all out with that move!"

"Exactly, exactly! They've completely blocked Old Li's way!"

"Old Li, just admit defeat, this round is hopeless!"

The old man in the Tang suit, called Lao Li, raised his head and glared at the person who spoke: "What are you talking about admitting defeat for? I'm still thinking about it, aren't I?"

He lowered his head again, staring at the chessboard, squeezing the white piece in his hand again and again, but just couldn't bring himself to place it.

Chen Mo also looked at the chessboard. Black and white were locked in a fierce battle, and the situation was indeed unfavorable for white.

White was forced to the lower right corner, and its large group of stones was cut off in half by Black. White lost all its territory on the left and top sides, leaving only a small chance of survival in the corner.

If they continue with their current strategy, they won't be able to hold onto the corner either.

"Go to the center!"

Chen Mo said casually.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it.

Old Li looked down at the chessboard, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "Brilliant! Tengen! Move to Tengen! How come I didn't think of that?"

He picked up a white piece and, with a snap, placed it on the center point of the board, the Tengen position.

With that one move, the entire game's situation changed instantly.

The central stone connects the scattered white pieces.

The large dragon that had been cut off was reconnected, and the few white stones that had been captured by black on the left and top sides were also brought back to life.

White's position has changed from a dead end to a living one. Although it's not a guaranteed win, it gives White a chance to turn the game around.

"wonderful!"

An old man nearby clapped his hands, "That was a brilliant move! The center piece has turned the tide of the entire game!"

"A brilliant move!"

Another old man gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Old Li, that was a beautiful step!"

Old Li's face lit up with a smile, and he glanced smugly at the old man in the jacket opposite him.

The old man in the jacket didn't look too good; he stared at the chessboard, his brows furrowed.

Then he glared at Chen Mo and said, "Who are you? Don't you know the saying 'A true gentleman observes a game of chess in silence'?"

Chen Mo gave an awkward smile.

He just said it on a whim, without any intention of observing the game in silence.

There's no way around it, the God of Go is just too strong. When he sees a dead end, he naturally sees a way out.

"Sorry for being so talkative!" Chen Mo said apologetically.

Old Li was displeased and looked at the old man in the jacket, saying, "Old Wu, why are you being so fierce? That young man was kindly giving you pointers, and you're acting all high and mighty!"

"Guides?"

Old Wu glared, "I was about to win this game, but his advice has ruined everything!"

"What's all the fuss about? Your move was flawed from the start; they just noticed it!"

As Old Li spoke, he turned to Chen Mo with a smile: "Young man, you know how to play Go?"

"I know a little bit!"

Chen Mo said modestly.

"You can't tell the difference at the Tengen level just by knowing a little bit!"

Old Li stood up, patted the stone bench, and said, "Come, come, sit down and help me!"

Chen Mo quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I was just saying it casually, please continue!"

"You're welcome!"

Without saying a word, Old Li grabbed Chen Mo's arm and pushed him onto the stone bench:

"If I lose, it's on me; if I win, it's yours. Come on, let's play a round with Old Wu!"

Chen Mo was pressed down on the stone bench, feeling both amused and exasperated, and glanced at Li Shijia.

Li Shijia nodded slightly to him with a smile on his face.

Chen Mo sighed and could only look at Old Wu across from him.

Old Wu glared at him, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Then... I'll have to make a fool of myself!" Chen Mo said helplessly.

"You go first!"

Old Wu snorted.

Chen Mo didn't stand on ceremony and picked up a white piece to place.

Old Wu followed up, Black made a move, and Chen Mo made another move.

After walking a dozen or so steps, Old Wu's expression changed.

The composure and smugness of the moment gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemnity.

Chen Mo's white attack was too fierce, not the kind of brute force, but a kind of subtle and oppressive pressure.

Each step seems ordinary, but when put together, they form a large net that slowly and gradually tightens.

Twenty steps.

Thirty steps.

Forty steps.

Old Wu's forehead began to sweat; he was under immense pressure.

His black stones were completely suppressed by the white stones. The large dragon on the left side was cut off, the white stones took away most of the territory on the top, and the bottom was being surrounded.

Every time he placed a piece, Chen Mo seemed to know exactly what move he was going to make and immediately followed suit.

And each step they took was more ruthless and more accurate than the last!

The other old men fell silent, holding their breath as they watched the game, their expressions extremely solemn.

When he reached the fiftieth step, Old Wu stopped.

He stared at the chessboard for a full minute before throwing the black pieces back into the chess box.

"I'm not playing anymore! I lost! I lost this game!"

Chen Mo put down the white piece in his hand: "Thank you for the win!"

Old Wu leaned back in his chair, let out a long sigh, and looked at Chen Mo with a complicated expression:

"Young man, how many years have you practiced this move?"

"They didn't practice much!"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said.

Old Wu's lips twitched, and he said irritably, "Didn't you practice much? Your skill level is top-tier even among professional Go players!"

An old man in a traditional Chinese jacket leaned over and said with a smile, "Young man, do you know who you're playing chess with?"

Chen Mo shook his head.

"He's the president of our Da'an Go Association!"

The old man patted Old Wu on the shoulder and introduced him with a smile: "Wu Mingyuan, a professional 9-dan, has won the national championship three times!"

Chen Mo was stunned.

He had indeed heard of the name Wu Mingyuan.

A senior master in the Chinese Go world, he won the national championship in the 1980s. After retiring, he served as the president of the Da'an Go Association.

In the Go community, this name is a mountain.

He just played a game of Go against a mountain and won? Is the God of Go really that unbelievable?

"It's Old Wu!"

Chen Mo quickly stood up. "My apologies! Mr. Wu, I was being presumptuous just now!"

Wu Mingyuan waved his hand, his expression softening, and said with a helpless smile:

"What's so presumptuous about it? Losing is losing. I'm not an old man who can't handle defeat!"

"Young man, I've never seen your style of play before. It doesn't seem like you've had formal training; it's more like... you were born with it!"

Several elderly men nearby gathered around, praising it highly.

"That was a brilliant move! It took me ages to understand it!"

"Old Wu's defeat today was well-deserved; this young man's chess skills are truly exceptional, unlike anything I've ever seen!"

"Hey young man, what's your name? How old are you? Are you interested in participating in the competition?"

Surrounded by people, Chen Mo said, "I just played casually; I'm nowhere near as good as Old Wu!"

"Not even close?"

Wu Mingyuan snorted, "Are you trying to make fun of me?"

Upon seeing this, Li Shijia's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He knew that Chen Mo was a skilled doctor, and that acupuncture anesthesia could save lives; he had already witnessed this firsthand.

But he never knew that Chen Mo could actually play chess, and not just any ordinary chess.

He was able to utterly defeat the president of the Go Association, a veteran professional 9-dan player.

This is outrageous!