"Yang Wenzhu... Yang Wenzhu... why does that name sound so familiar?"
At that moment, someone murmured under his breath.
However, just then, Duan Zhengchun seemed to recall something. His face changed drastically as he exclaimed,
"Yang Wenzhu, could you be the War God who recently struck down Western Xia's army of thirty thousand, killing Western Xia's Great General amid tens of thousands of troops?"
The moment those words were spoken, everyone present revealed shocked expressions.
They, too, remembered that name and the man whose deeds had spread throughout the entire Great Song.
For a moment, every gaze directed at Yang Wenzhu changed.
"This... he really is..."
At that moment, Yang Wenzhu frowned and swept his gaze around. He casually set the Spear Case from his back beside his right hand and sat across from Mr. Wise.
Mr. Wise looked up at Yang Wenzhu, then extended his right hand,
gesturing for him to play.
Yang Wenzhu did not mind. Smiling, he nodded and casually picked up a stone to examine it.
A few seconds later, Yang Wenzhu smiled faintly and said,
"So that's how it is. A dead-end position? Interesting, but
it's not a big problem. It can still be solved!"
After saying this, Yang Wenzhu ignored Mr. Wise's shocked and puzzled gaze.
He casually placed the stone.
The people around them immediately erupted into an uproar.
"Has he gone mad? That's suicide! He's sacrificing a huge swath of pieces! Isn't he courting death?"
Mr. Wise, seated opposite him, frowned. He glanced at Yang Wenzhu, then shook his head helplessly,
wearing an expression that plainly said Yang Wenzhu could not do it.
Yet Yang Wenzhu chuckled and said,
"Heh, Mr. Wise, why not continue and see? You haven't even made your move, yet you already think I've lost. Isn't that a