The game had reached the middle-game battle. It was tense!
Medicine Elder was no longer calm either. His brows were tightly furrowed as he stared at the board, every inch of him utterly focused.
Jiang Xiaohu did not understand Go, but sitting behind his master, he could still feel the unprecedented pressure his master was under, and it shocked him greatly.
He also knew how seriously lovers of the game took winning and losing at Go.
Honestly, it was no different from getting beaten up.
Getting beaten up meant losing face, making a fool of yourself. Losing at chess meant struggling against yourself.
You would toss and turn all night, unable to sleep. Some games, one loss could stay with you for a lifetime.
And in the game before them, Medicine Elder and Sword God both did not want to lose. Unlike their usual games for fun or sparring, this was the kind of match they wanted to win no matter what.
Sword God was beginning to feel uncomfortable too. "Senior, I need to take some oxygen. Do you need any?"
Medicine Elder did not even lift his head. He kept staring at the board and waved a hand.
Sword God's Second Disciple brought over the oxygen machine, and Sword God took oxygen right there on the spot.
Medicine Elder drew in a deep breath, feeling that his own breathing had grown a little disordered.
Suddenly, he saw a point. He narrowed his eyes and began to think.
Countless possibilities, his opponent's overall layout, the reactions he might make, whether it would link up with other areas...
At this point, Medicine Elder lifted his head and glanced at Sword God.
Sword God was clearly starting to fall behind. The weariness on his face seemed even heavier now, and he had