God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 660 - 730: I Hope You Won’t Get Slapped in the Face by Me

Chapter 660: Chapter 730: I Hope You Won’t Get Slapped in the Face by Me

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The chessboard was brought forward.

Fang Yi played the black pieces, and Song He played the white pieces.

If this were an official Go tournament, besides the board between the two players, there would be a larger display board for spectators to enjoy.

However, this was a bar frequented by rich heirs and heiresses, few of whom understood the complexities of Go, so the absence of a display board didn’t matter.

Moreover, although Fang Yi and Song He didn’t explicitly say it, both were fully aware of the outcome after playing the game.

Black goes first, followed by white.

Thus, Fang Yi, holding the black pieces, made the first move.

After Fang Yi placed a black stone, Song He followed suit.

Both players moved quickly, without any pause, confident in their strategies even before placing their stones, hence there was no hesitation in their play.

Furthermore, once a stone was played, there was no turning back. Anyone who reconsidered their move was the loser.

Song He was a professional Go player, already at the seventh dan. To be at the ninth dan is to be a pro, so Song He’s skills were far from lacking; on the contrary, they were formidable. He had played against some experienced players and almost always won decisively.

Song He was filled with confidence, defeating Fang Yi would be no challenge.

"Playing Go is like commanding an army, the board is the battlefield, and these pieces are... my soldiers," Song He abruptly said.

Fang Yi replied, "You’re right."

Song He said, "You move too quickly; you’re almost in my trap."

Fang Yi responded calmly, "But the outcome is not yet decided, is it?"

Song He said, "If you concede now, you can save some face. If you let me defeat you, it will be much more embarrassing."

Fang Yi shook his head and curved his lips into a faint smile, saying, "Are you so certain you can defeat me in Go?"

A cold glint flashed through Song He’s eyes as he retorted, "I am a professional."

Fang Yi smiled and said no more. Arguing further would be pointless; it was better to let their skills speak for themselves.

As time passed, the black and white stones gradually occupied half the board, and to those even slightly knowledgeable in Go, it was apparent that the white stones had the advantage.

Each time Fang Yi placed a black stone, Song He would intercept with a white one, severing Fang Yi’s connections. In this process, the white stones slowly began to form chains, indicating that Song He did not forget to attack while blocking Fang Yi’s moves.

Wang Zhuo watched the board intently and whispered, "The white stones are like troops, surrounding and striking, aiming straight for the enemy’s core..." Although he favored Fang Yi, he had to admit that on the board, white held a significant advantage.

"Song He is a professional sixth dan; Fang Yi is likely to lose," Kong Mubai remarked.

"Mmm, it’s about over. We’ve all seen Song He’s Go skills; he’s very strong in this regard," Zhao Liyu nodded in agreement.

However, Jian Song shook his head slightly and said softly, "Not necessarily."

Indeed, it wasn’t certain because such things were unpredictable.

But to the onlookers, Song He held the advantage, and his victory seemed all but assured. Even Fang Yi acknowledged, "Fine play."

Song He smiled modestly, "You flatter me." Though humble, the confidence that radiated from his words and expression was undeniable.

Fang Yi picked up a black stone between his fingers, and just as it seemed poised to hit the board, he suddenly drew back his hand, the black stone still unplayed.

This move by Fang Yi caused a slight stir among the crowd, Wang Zhuo looking on with confusion.

"What’s going on? Why isn’t he making his move?"

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"Hesitating, aren’t you? It seems he is indeed no match for Song He the Young Master."

"This move, once it’s made, will likely seal his certain defeat."

Listening to the comments below, Song He’s lips curved up in a lofty arc, exuding confidence, as gentle as sunshine, handsome and charming.

Song He lifted his eyelids slightly and looked at his opponent, speaking lightly, "Fang Yi, if you can’t make this move, you just need to bow your head slightly, no need to force yourself."

Fang Yi shook his head, "I never bow to anyone."

Song He said, "But there’s always an exception to everything, isn’t there?"

Fang Yi said, "You... are not an exception." He paused, then slowly added, "The reason I haven’t made my move is that I wanted to spare you some face."

Song He showed an amused expression and said, "In that case, should I be thanking you?"

Fang Yi replied indifferently, "Just don’t cry."

As soon as he spoke, Fang Yi’s finger released the chess piece onto the board.

Snap!

It was as if the board vibrated slightly.

The corner of Song He’s lips, which had sported a crazy and proud smile, froze instantly, the expression exceedingly brilliant.

"How... can this be?!" Song He stared at the board in disbelief.

Go is a duel, akin to gambling, with its deceit and cunning no less than a battlefield.

Glancing at the shocked expression solidified on Song He’s face, Fang Yi said indifferently, "Do you know why you lost?"

"Why?"

Song He asked almost reflexively.

Fang Yi said, "You were too confident, confident to the point where you thought no one could defeat you. With each move, like deploying troops, you tried to nibble away at me step by step. Unfortunately, you attended to the front but not to the rear; you were only thinking about how to capture me, not knowing that I was also deploying troops, deliberately luring you into a trap. To put it simply, it was your carelessness that led to your defeat."

With a thunderous crash, Song He’s head exploded like a stick of dynamite; he stared at Fang Yi with the eyes one would use to see a ghost, his face unable to mask his astonishment.

Bizarre, terrifying, as cunning as a demon... These words whirled in Song He’s mind for a moment.

His earlier confidence evaporated in an instant; the so-called professional 7th dan was nothing but a joke in front of Fang Yi. Song He looked at Fang Yi with a complex gaze before finally getting up and retreating.

Go was Song He’s forte, yet he had lost, lost without even noticing.

Mysterious and unfathomable – these words suddenly sprung into Song He’s mind, and deep inside, an involuntary sense of fear emerged.

Song He returned to where Kong Mubai and the other two were and said to the forthcoming Kong Mubai and Zhao Liyu, "Be careful, both of you, and don’t hide your skills. This guy is hiding very deep."

Kong Mubai smiled slightly, "I can’t believe he’s proficient in all areas of the ’four arts’. If that’s true then he’s an all-rounder; nobody could achieve that."

Zhao Liyu said, "... I will do my best."

Having compared skills in both the qin and go, it was now time for calligraphy; Kong Mubai stepped forward.

With a calm face, Kong Mubai said nothing as he approached Wang Zhuo and gave a fist-and-palm salute, "Teacher."

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew Kong Mubai was trying to intimidate him.

Seeing Kong Mubai’s behavior, a hint of displeasure appeared in Wang Zhuo’s eyes, but since Kong Mubai was indeed his student and one he rather liked, Wang Zhuo could not openly scold him and simply nodded slightly.

The next moment, Kong Mubai held out his hand and said, "Fang Yi, I hope you won’t disappoint me."

"Someone just said the same thing," Fang Yi’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he responded icily, "I hope I don’t have to slap your face."

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