The sea breeze kept blowing. The tea in his cup was replaced with a fresh serving, and Jing Jiu won another two games in succession.
By now, he had finally drawn many people's attention.
His bamboo hat was rather conspicuous inside the pavilion, and he had won several games in a row.
Most astonishing was his speed. Though the Four Seas Banquet imposed time limits, he placed his stones far too quickly.
In the most recent game in particular, his opponent had been a renowned Go player from Haizhou. He was no cultivator, but his wholehearted devotion to the Dao had earned him an invitation from the Western Sea Sword Sect to attend the Four Seas Banquet. Who could have expected him to lose nonetheless... and so inexplicably at that?
The steward of the Western Sea Sword Sect understood Go and was the only person present who had watched every one of Jing Jiu's games from beginning to end. He marveled inwardly all the more.
At first, Jing Jiu's play had been awkward, worse even than a beginner's. As the games progressed, however, he quickly grew proficient. Some of his moves could even be called brilliant. His skill seemed to have improved considerably in this short time, though no one knew how he had done it.
"Computational Power."
After studying the records of the earlier games, someone finally discerned something and drew in a sharp breath. "This fellow's Computational Power is too strong."
He was clearly a novice. Some of his initial moves had even been absurd, yet he always won in the end. Why?
Because his ability to calculate and work through variations was so powerful. So long as he made no fatal mistake in the opening, he began fighting in the middle game, steadily gaining advantages through battles