The Way of the Blind Girl Chess Saint

But... their battle seemed to have only just begun.

Of course~

The endgame is also an ultimate art; this game of chess is not over yet.

Chapter 448: The Tyrant Born from the Crimson Lotus

Looking back at the previous games, it's clear that for a professional chess player, or someone who is about to become a professional chess player...

The improvement of chess skills is often not due to any earth-shattering momentum or a sudden, resolute decision.

In most cases, the improvement of chess skills happens in a short, instantaneous moment, silently and imperceptibly, a sudden enlightenment.

Just like when Luo Qiu'er faced Ma Gongling during a professional exam, the water overflowed when it was full, and no one else needed to push it.

The match between An Ruotong and Xiao Qiyu is about to come to an end.

An Ruotong has become even stronger in this game...

Although this is not much, nor is it obvious.

However, at this very moment, in this game of chess, it became the final straw that broke Xiao Qiyu's back.

Even a difference of half a eye, which is no difference at all, is comparable to a difference of a hundred eyes.

If the endgame is close, then being half a point behind or a hundred points behind makes no difference.

However, in a game like the one between An Ruotong and Xiao Qiyu, where the game was extremely chaotic, half a point was practically no difference.

Losing by half a point means defeat.

"How to use board position? Speaking of which... using board position requires a lot of skill, but it's often done subconsciously, right? So players don't consciously control board position."

Her black bangs fell over her eyebrows, and in the very end, An Ruotong recalled Luo Zhuyu's words.

"Because chess players don't consciously control the board position, they only use it subconsciously, so... what would happen if they consciously controlled the board position?"

The Luo Family Chess Strategy: Spear Dance Reincarnation is a synonym for chess strategies with extremely high precision.

Trying to deliberately control the game situation is extremely difficult; the mental effort required goes far beyond simply finishing a game.

"Ha, at a time like this, I'm still thinking about what to write. Who cares if it can even be used!"

An Ruotong picked up the white chess piece and gritted her teeth.

"Although I only know how to use it, I haven't tried it out... But that's okay, because I'm a genius, not just any ordinary genius."

There are many geniuses.

Whether in the chess world or in the world at large.

Many amateur Go players are called geniuses, but they may just be those who progress a little faster than their peers. In the end, they will become ordinary and stop at amateur fourth dan, or amateur fifth dan, or in the professional examination arena.

However, An Ruotong, a girl who became a professional Go player at the age of 12 solely out of hobby, is definitely a true genius in the literal sense.

She had long since abandoned her pride and let go of her resentment.

Even so... her proud heart can never be erased by anyone.

boom!!!

A red spiral pillar of fire shot up into the clouds, draped in a crimson battle robe, its blood-red eyes swirling with whirlwind.

For the first time, all of her long, black, hee-cut hair flowed freely.

"Xiaotong, go for it...you have to win!" In the spectator stands, a girl with long, light green hair stood up.

As a professional chess player, playing chess must be for oneself; their chess spirit is born from this purpose.

Last year, Ma Gongling's talent was no less than Shang Gongying's, but she fell into the misconception of playing chess for Shang Gongying.

Playing chess is for oneself, but... they have the right to choose their opponents!!!

Keep getting stronger, and then... defeat your destined opponent!

Therefore, Luo Zhuyu hopes that An Ruotong can defeat Xiao Qiyu.

Because she really wanted to play against An Ruotong.

In every era, there are always several pairs of equally matched top chess players who produce the most outstanding games.

Several years later, they reaffirmed their promise from the moment they first met: if they could become professional Go players, they would definitely play a sensational game under the spotlight!

Throughout history, the greatest achievements in Go have always been accomplished by two people!

One person cannot do it.

"I'm sorry... Xiaoyu, I might not be able to keep my promise to play chess with you."

An Ruotong sighed softly, and the knight's lance in her hand actually began to spin little by little.

This was all she had done... After finishing this game, regardless of whether she won or lost, she wouldn't have any strength left for another match.

"Crimson Lotus Spear - Spear Dance of Reincarnation"

At this moment, Xiao Qiyu's eyes were fixed on the towering flames.

"Hey, hey, you're not kidding, are you?"

A crimson lotus bloomed, and a three-meter-long red knight's lance transformed into a red drill, its spiraling storm destroying all lightning.

The white chess pieces in her hand transformed into beams of red light; An Ruotong had never seen such a beautiful game before.

Under her own overwhelming offensive, she felt for the first time that playing chess could be so wonderfully exhilarating.

The chessboard transformed into a starry sky, and the chess pieces into stars. On a certain level, in that instant, An Ruotong saw a beautiful scene that only top professional chess players could see.

Having a formidable opponent and a match where you give it your all... is just... fantastic.

It's great to be able to become a professional Go player.

Great……

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

[The Tyrant Born from the Crimson Lotus, An Ruotong, playing white, defeated the Thunder Emperor, Xiao Qiyu, by 2 points in her debut match.]

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

The game had ended, but... neither of them put down their pieces.

The girl with long, blue-purple curly hair stood frozen in her seat, her expression slightly dazed.

Tears streamed down her face. She had lost. She had lost.

She used all her strength, even more than before, but... she still lost to An Ruotong.

What she found most frustrating was that she wasn't actually frustrated; she genuinely felt it was a brilliant and flawless game.

Yes, she played very well, but... she still lost, to An Ruotong, a professional first-dan player.

"Ahh...woo~"

With her lips slightly pursed, Xiao Qiyu was completely unable to control her sobs, feeling utterly wronged.

She didn't need anyone's comfort; she just wanted to cry.

"Alright, Little Qiyu... let's put the game away."

The referee said with his eyes closed.

She has done a very good job; she is a very strong chess player.

Regardless, at this moment, even the live broadcast room at the scene was completely silent.

No one posted a witty comment like "Cry, everyone!"

They would just be surprised to learn that professional chess players also cry when they lose a game.

The infamous Thunder Emperor, Xiao Qiyu, can't cry?

Why shouldn't girls be allowed to cry when they feel wronged?

They were too pure, their obsession with Go was too devout.

Perhaps only a group of people like this deserve to be called "professional chess players".

Chapter 449: The True Rookie King

Did I... win?

Under the light, An Ruotong's long black hair was covered with sweat, and her breathing was slightly heavy.

Her black bangs clung to her forehead, and her doll-like, delicate face held a hint of confusion.

Xiao Qiyu's gaze remained fixed on the lost chessboard as she softly wept.

Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling light, which was somewhat dazzling, but she wanted to keep staring at the light until her eyes hurt.

The loser bows his head, the winner holds his head high; this has always been a very simple and easy-to-understand principle.

Am I dreaming?

If I'm dreaming.

Is the dream still ongoing?

Or was she just dreaming all along?

In short, I'm so happy.

A slight smile appeared at the corners of An Ruotong's mouth, her blood-red eyes widened slightly, and her sweet smile was revealed to everyone for the first time.

Because of her frightening blood-red eyes and her gloomy personality, An Ruotong has never laughed from the bottom of her heart.

It was just a wicked laugh, or a maniacal laugh that sounded like that of an idiot.

This was the first time An Ruotong had truly felt this since birth.

She is still alive; she is still alive in this world.