The Way of the Blind Girl Chess Saint

Chapter 441: The Promised War

In the quarterfinals of the Sansheng Cup, An Ruotong, a professional 1-dan player, faced off against Xiao Qiyu, a professional 6-dan player.

"Go for it, Xiaotong..."

Sitting in the viewing hall, the girl with long, light green hair looked slightly worried.

What a dream and exciting thing it is to meet someone you want to play against in an official match.

Flower Goddess Xi, who accompanied them, has been eliminated...

Although she didn't say it, Luo Zhuyu knew that she must be in a lot of pain.

but……

Losing a game is not a meaningless sacrifice.

Losing a game is about learning how to win.

Unfortunately, in most cases, agreements become empty promises.

Ji Yingting and Ji Hongying made a promise to fight in the Three Lives Cup, but it hasn't come to fruition yet.

Ji Yingting had also made a promise with Shang Gongying to fight in the Three Lives Cup, but it hasn't happened yet.

Moreover, it seems unlikely that these two agreements can be fulfilled simultaneously...

Because Ji Hongying's next opponent is Shang Gongying.

In each round, one team will inevitably be eliminated.

Because Xiao Qiyu was the strongest, most terrifying, and most insane opponent that An Ruotong had encountered in competitions since becoming a professional Go player.

"I've grown, I've become much stronger. An Ruotong, you'd better catch up quickly, let's give it our all in this match!"

Her light green eyes held a hint of sadness, and the turquoise robe she wore was no longer the same one she used to wear.

Now she... is wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with the Luo family's emblem, and has already shouldered an important mission.

An Ruotong has also become a focus of attention for many chess academies.

Presumably, she will leave the Meijin Dojo and join the Daigo Academy after this competition.

Flower Goddess Xi will probably leave too.

Their talent is simply too great; they are beyond the reach of any celebrity training center. They... need a higher platform.

After becoming professional Go players, Luo Zhuyu and An Ruotong never played against each other again, not even during professional exams, and the same was true for Hua Shenxi.

An Ruotong, who once had a very strong sense of self-esteem, was a black-haired, red-eyed girl who seemed to never grow up, a little girl who would cry and run away after losing a game of chess, and a little girl who would never give up no matter how many times she lost.

An Ruotong, formerly an amateur Go player, is now a professional first dan.

"Please take a good look at yourself now... You've really changed, changed so much."

On the screen, a black-haired girl sits in a corner of the chessboard, her face expressionless.

Entering the professional field at the age of twelve, with her black Hime-style hair flowing down her waist, her signature feature is her slightly eerie blood-red eyes.

Her black and red Taoist robe, her temperament, her appearance, everything about her—everything about her has changed so much.

Luo Zhuyu felt that she was almost unrecognizable compared to herself five years ago.

"I absolutely must play one more game of chess with you, a game of friendship after five years... I can't refuse. So, please, defeat Xiao Qiyu. Because, if it were me, I would win... I would beat her."

Win against this opponent.

Right now, at this very moment, in this very second.

Win...

Xiao Qiyu, the Thunder Emperor, is a professional sixth-dan player from the Xiao family.

She had long, wavy, bluish-purple hair, slightly arched purple eyebrows, and a pair of purple eyes that exuded a captivating and oppressive aura.

"I am strong... I am very strong now."

Faced with this terrifying pressure, An Ruotong flicked her red sleeves and gently picked up a white chess piece.

The match is about to begin.

This was the first game, and it could also be considered the last game.

Defeating Xiao Qiyu means... victory.

This was something she had originally agreed upon with Zhu Huangfu. As long as she could beat Xiao Qiyu, she would take care of the rest of the two of them.

[The game begins]

With a cold, mechanical sound, the time on Xiao Qiyu's timer began to flow, and she slowly raised her right hand.

She's about to make her move.

boom!!!!!

A flash of lightning streaked across An Ruotong's eyes, and a purple beam of lightning shot straight into the sky.

How... is this the speed at which the pieces are being placed?!

An Ruotong felt a sharp, tingling sensation in her head, and her blood-red pupils narrowed slightly. It was truly terrifying.

When she came to her senses, the black piece had already fallen into her lower left corner.

"Come on... wherever you want to go, fight me with all your might, now!"

A blue ahoge (a single strand of hair sticks up) from Xiao Qiyu's long, curly hair as she spoke angrily.

Why... are you angry? An Ruotong was a little confused.

I heard that when Xiao Qiyu has a cowlick standing up on her head, it means she's angry.

But... she always gets angry, and gets angry again in no time.

She also heard that Xiao Qiyu was angry all the time, and that there was always a cowlick standing up on her head. Was she really angry forever? Is this the Möbius strip of anger?

but……

"None of this matters," An Ruotong's blood-red eyes widened slightly.

As long as I win this game, I don't need to think about anything else.

There's no need to think about how strong the enemy in front of you is, or even who she is.

Thud... An Ruotong's white piece landed in the star point in the upper right corner of the chessboard.

As long as she can win this game, that's all that matters. Although she doesn't know why, An Ruotong always feels that Xiao Qiyu's expression is a bit tense. Is it just her imagination? Or perhaps she's being too serious?

No, actually, this wasn't An Ruotong's illusion.

After all, cold sweat was already trickling down Xiao Qiyu's forehead.

What's wrong with An Ruotong? Why is her gaze suddenly so serious? It's scary.

"Luo Zhuyu said she wanted to meet me in the semifinals or the finals. Because we made a promise, I want to win this game. Whether it's to keep the promise or to prove myself, Sakuraba-nee is still waiting for me."

...............

An Ruotong understood, of course, that this game of chess meant more than just winning or losing to her; it was not simply a matter of victory or defeat.

After leaving the Meijin Dojo, she still doesn't have a chess academy to settle down in. Although many chess academies have sent her invitations, her status within the academy and her chances of participating in competitions will be affected by this round of competitions.

It could even be said that this round of matches, this highly anticipated match, was her true debut battle.

"Clatter..." (Unclear meaning)

The crisp sound of a piece being placed echoed throughout the chessboard, and the atmosphere in the spectator hall gradually fell silent.

"Huh? Outside the eye...?"

"Would An Ruotong ever lower her eyes? I never knew."

Her long, black, Hime-style hair and thick, black bangs covering her eyes were styled by Ji Yingting during her professional exam.

Although I really don't want to admit it... there is already a trace of Ji Yingting in An Ruotong, and it can't be erased.

Half a year ago, I lost a match against Ji Yingting in the provincial competition, which was a turning point for me.

Luo Zhuyu was right; An Ruotong, who once had a very strong sense of self-esteem, was no longer naive.

The little girl who used to cry and run away whenever she lost a game of chess will no longer cry or run away.

However, that little girl who would never give up no matter how many times she lost will never give up.

Today, right here, at this very moment, we will fight the Thunder Emperor.

Chapter 442: Tyrant

"........."

Becoming a top professional Go player is no easy feat, for anyone.

Xiao Qiyu is very strong...

However, she could never defeat that person; she had never won a single game since birth.

She was the center of attention, having been the focus of everyone's attention since birth.

Xiao Qiyu had never been able to understand the girl with long, bluish-purple hair and a somewhat irritable temper.

Why are some people born strong while others are born weak?

Is it because of differences in potential, or whether one works hard or not?

A person who cannot become a professional chess player will never become a professional chess player, no matter how hard they try.

Ji Heiyu once said, "Because... it wasn't that she chose Go, but that Go chose her."

Is it only those who are favored who can step onto the professional stage and become top professional chess players?

No, that's not the case.