The Way of the Blind Girl Chess Saint

She didn't change her playing style when playing against me. Looking at the green-haired girl in front of her, who was covered by a jade shield, Ke Jiuman's gaze gradually became serious.

Ji Yingting's game records appear mediocre, demonstrating a good balance of offense and defense. He rarely manages to kill large groups of enemy stones or win in the middle game.

However, only when you play against her in person can you feel her flawless moves and the perfect moves that make you feel a deep sense of powerlessness, moves that only exist in theory. What kind of mood did she have when she played such Go?

"If you admit defeat quickly, I won't hold it against you for bullying my sister."

"Shut up……"

Ke Jiuman's pupils locked onto the lone white stone, not to kill it... If she could use an attack on the white stones to create more than ten points of territory, even if it was in the center of the board, as long as the gap between her and the white stones was reduced to within five points before the endgame, she was confident of winning against Ji Yingting.

No matter how powerful a professional Go player is, the endgame moves they make, after countless hours of practice and calluses on their fingers, all in an effort to win against any opponent, will instill fear in anyone.

Snap, snap, snap, snap...

As the timer ticked by, the two players' chess-playing speed increased rapidly.

No matter how hard Ke Jiuman gritted his teeth, Ji Yingting didn't open his eyes even slightly. The white pieces slipped from his fingers one by one, and the sound of them falling onto the chessboard was still so pleasant to hear.

Humble, weak, and insignificant beings, vanish before my eyes...

Ji Yingting smiled faintly, her gentle gaze radiating arrogance towards Ke Jiuman.

"pat..."

When Ji Yingting placed a black stone, the air in the chess room paused for a moment, then the timer beeped.

Ke Jiuman's pupils contracted slightly. The finale... has begun.

Three and a half points; that's the difference between the two sides.

Endgame with the first player, endgame with the second player, endgame with both players having the first player, endgame with both players having the second player, and... reverse endgame.

Unlike the supercomputing power required for the mid-game battle, the final stage demands extremely delicate, precise computational power, comparable to the crawling of microorganisms.

With little time left for both sides, Ke Jiuman slowly closed her eyes, and Ji Yingting's expression also became much more serious.

She knew that Ke Jiuman had once recovered more than ten points in the endgame against Feng Shen, which was an unimaginable miracle in professional matches.

“It’s okay, I still have seven minutes left on my timer, that’s enough time to think,” Ji Yingting said, picking up the white piece.

Having inhaled too much black air, Ke Jiuman suddenly closed his mouth and even stopped inhaling through his nose.

"Dark Breathing - No Air"

"boom!!!!"

She placed the black piece on the board, placing it on the second line... a first-move endgame move.

"........."

Has she stopped breathing?

Because she had no sight but her hearing was extremely sensitive, Ji Yingting frowned slightly. Perhaps because her opponent had stopped breathing, even she herself felt that her breathing had become somewhat difficult.

The sports involved are very intense or involve rapid bursts of energy, such as weightlifting, 100-meter sprints, and wrestling. At this time, the body needs a large amount of energy in an instant. Under normal circumstances, aerobic metabolism cannot meet the body's needs at this time, so sugar undergoes anaerobic metabolism to quickly produce a large amount of energy.

Exercise in this state is anaerobic exercise.

The black waterfall melted Ke Jiuman's entire body into a skeleton, leaving only his pair of astonishing demonic eyes that swirled into vortexes.

Time is running out, this is Ke Jiuman's final... anaerobic end!!

Chapter 486: The Final Hatred [Second Update]

Snap, snap, snap... Black and white pieces intertwine, and a few drops of black sweat slip from between their fingers.

Even at the very end, Ke Jiuman's eyes were still filled with disbelief.

Ke Jiuman... lost.

The commentary booth was completely silent.

A cold smile appeared on Ji Yingting's lips. The three-and-a-half-point difference had held until the very end. She casually tossed the white chess piece between her fingers into the chess box.

"No way. Your hopes of defeating me in the final stages are truly shattered."

"Why?! What went wrong?"

Ke Jiuman breathed heavily, her arms trembling slightly. The chessboard was completely filled with pieces; she gritted her teeth and lowered her head.

Her loss was tantamount to the entire Ke family's defeat, a defeat to a new first-dan...

"…………"

Even though I've reached this stage, I never imagined that one day I would actually be looking forward to someone else's failure.

On the screen, Xiaoman, a girl with long, flowing black hair, sat silently in the viewing hall.

Ke Jiurui understood...

If Ji Yingting loses, then An Ruotong and the others will also have a hard time beating Ke Jiuman, and the Ke family will win the Three Lives Cup.

Regardless of whether we can return to our peak, we can at least start by restoring our confidence.

but……

I haven't even played chess yet, on the stage of the Sansheng Cup finals!! I haven't even sat down there myself yet! Haven't even picked up that chess piece, whose taste I don't even know.

Whether it's defeat or pain, regret or despair, everything for her may end in this match.

If one has reached the point where they have no choice but to give up Go, then what is the point of the Ke family winning the Sansheng Cup?

Ke Jiurui, who had always been devoted to the Ke family, finally felt her protective heart become incredibly fragile at this crucial moment... for the first time.

"Ji Yingting actually beat the Ke family, the champion?"

"The Ke family really isn't up to par."

"If you ask me... since Himeko has already lost, why not have a rematch for the Honinbo title?"

No, should we replay it?

The revered family was defeated, and the noble title was insulted.

Watching the barrage of comments scrolling across the screen, Ke Jiurui felt no anger for the first time...

There was no emotion, no expectation.

Then, like a puppet, she pushed open the door. Was she going to question Xiaoman about why she lost the game?

In her strongest and most prized endgame phase, she lost to professional first-dan player Ji Yingting... Ji Yingting's skill level was not what Xiaoman had imagined; no matter how much she struggled, the opening strategy revealed a losing trend.

With such a perfect and brilliant chess player, how could Xiaoman place her hopes on the last skill she excels at?

We need to completely crush her from the very beginning, from the moment the game starts...

Doesn't Xiaoman understand such a simple principle? But why should she have any expectations of Xiaoman? Just because she will lead the Ke family to victory?

Walking down the dark corridor, Ke Jiurui's eyes gradually deepened. Even the sound of something shattering within her was no longer audible to her…

"Xiao Rui..."

The two brushed past each other, and Ke Jiuman inexplicably stopped in his tracks, his dark eyes narrowing rapidly.

Black, eerie patterns gradually covered Ke Jiurui's cheeks, black flowers, black grass, and abstract designs, turning her fair arms completely black as well.

The Three Lives Cup, Round Three!!!

Professional 1st Dan Ji Yingting versus New 1st Dan Ke Jiurui.

For the Ke family, this might be the last game. Despite knowing it was a pointless struggle, Ke Jiurui still sat down in front of Ji Yingting, took the white chess box, and opened it.

"........."

"Ke Jiurui, have you been consumed by the pain of defeat? Poor child..." Ji Yingting smiled and curved her closed eyebrows into crescent shapes.

"Shut up……"

"Ok?"

The black lines had stained Ke Jiurui's face beyond recognition, and her voice was tinged with sadness, "No... no one can point fingers at me anymore."

Her eerie black eyes sent a long-lost chill through Ji Yingting's heart.

What's wrong with this guy? Has his strategy turned sour?

No... this hatred, which originates from the soul, cannot be shown through mere chess moves.

Ji Yingting picked up a black piece and placed it with a thud in the upper right corner, just outside the eye.

In short, there is no need to pity such a weak and impolite chess player.

In this final round of the Sansheng Cup... I present all the chess players and professional players watching this match with a game that is both hilarious and pathetic, a magnificent burial for you.

"Chess Formation: Jade Shield War Cat"

A giant jade shield stretched across the starry sky, blocking Ji Yingting's view. Despite fighting three people in a row, her turquoise cat remained as majestic as ever.

But... in the next second, even though the cute cat face was covered by ferocious jade armor, the expression that resembled a Tyrannosaurus Rex revealed a hint of fear.

After twenty moves, Ji Yingting's expression underwent a subtle change.

"How is this possible?! My plan was actually suppressed by Ke Jiurui..."

Click, click, click, click, click...

Nine consecutive sounds, like the sound of some kind of shackles breaking, revealing a heart deeply imprisoned in the deepest part of the secluded spring, a heart that, even after being soothed by warmth many times, has become riddled with holes.

It's all because I'm too weak and too pitiful.

Ke Jiurui murmured softly until something seemed to break free from the depths of her dark eyes.

The player who always has nine points upside down symbolizes the nine shackles in her heart.

Disappointment after disappointment, loss after loss, had made her no longer expect anything from anyone, nor would she expect anything from anyone.

Hating the Ke family and her mother, Ke Jiurui will no longer hide her true feelings.

Many people say that the chess moves of the Ke family players are extremely ugly, lacking even a concrete image, and are just a pool of ugly ink.

It has only four legs and the body of a reptile.

Even with such an aesthetically unappealing board position, some players can wield it with unparalleled skill, making it as soft as flowing water, as vast as the deep sea, as heavy as a waterfall, and as powerful as a formless art.