The night before the finals, Fang Xu said, "Tomorrow is the final showdown. Let's play a little joke on our opponents. I'll take the third board—I can definitely confuse them. How about it?"
Xuan Mo nodded. "Then I'll take the main board. Don't worry. No matter who our opponent is, I can handle them safely."
Chu Ying burst out laughing. "I'll take the second board. If I lose, well, I'll perform a live demonstration of eating a Go board."
And so, before they knew it, the next day arrived. The match began with the third board. Fang Xu's opponent was a female player, and the moment she saw him, she was stunned with anger.
Black and white stones interlaced across the board, brimming with murderous intent. Fang Xu sat upright before the board in a blue robe. Facing the beautiful opponent's aggressive attacks, he remained as steady as Mount Tai.
"A dignified Ninth Dan player has come to compete in our Weiyi match? That's a bit excessive!" a female player said softly, a trace of surprise in her voice. She had originally thought this would be an easy, crushing victory, but she had not expected to face Fang Xu right from the start—a Ninth Dan master. There was no way to play this game.
Fang Xu said nothing. He merely smiled faintly and placed a stone in the center of the board with a crisp click. The move seemed ordinary, but it concealed profound mysteries, instantly throwing the entire Chess Game into chaos.
The female player furrowed her brows. She realized that she had underestimated her opponent. How am I supposed to play this? Who sends a Ninth Dan player to the third board? I'm only Second Dan. There's no way I can win. She racked her brain to