Give way! ?
And he also gave birth to twelve sons at once! ?
Everyone onlookers looked at Ye Feng in confusion, wondering if he was joking?
Everyone said: You, a beginner with no rank, give a handicap to a nine-dan Go player?
What an international joke! ?
"Pfft..." Upon hearing this, Yan Zhongmou became furious and almost vomited blood.
Originally, in order to show off his ninth-level strength, Yan Zhongmou was thinking about letting his opponent, the tenth-level player, convince him of his defeat.
As a result, I never expected that when the other party opened his mouth, he would actually give me twelve sons!
What a loud tone!
Even his ninth-level strength didn't dare to compromise so much, so why should he?
Yan Qixue also stood aside, looking at Ye Feng in surprise, wondering what he wanted to do?
Even a great player wouldn't dare to be so confident when facing a ninth-dan chess player, right?
What's more, the other party is just a novice with no rank?
"Lord Dragon King!" Huang Qian hurriedly whispered, "Say quickly, you were joking and take back what you just said."
However, Ye Feng shook his head slightly and said: "I'm white and you're black, you should lay the twelve sons first!"
"Master!?" Seeing Ye Feng's serious look, Hua Guodong was also surprised, and suddenly he had a bold guess in his heart: Could it be that... Master is also very accomplished in Go?
But why did you say you didn't have a rank just now? Is it humility?
"Okay!" Upon seeing this, Yan Zhongmou no longer refused.
Since the other party is not overestimating his own abilities and takes the initiative to seek abuse, then I won't be polite.
A big wave of his hand.
Yan Zhongmou has dropped twelve black stones on the chessboard. He is planning every step of the way, hiding murderous intentions, and is in the process of encirclement and suppression.
Yan Zhongmou sneered and looked at Ye Feng, "I will end the game within half an hour!"
In a general game of chess, if the masters compete against each other, they will play for an average of six or seven hours.
And if it is an amateur game, the winner can usually be decided in about an hour.
And like now, Ye Feng gave up twelve pieces in a row, and Yan Zhongmou had an absolute advantage. It was expected that the game would be over within half an hour.
Ye Feng glanced at the chess game.
As expected of the ninth-level player, the twelve black chess pieces have all occupied favorable positions, and each one has at least three back-up moves. It can be said that they are full of murderous intent!
However, Ye Feng did not rush, but took steps step by step, waiting for the opportunity.
Immediately, the two people went back and forth and began to fight on the chessboard.
Since Ye Feng started first and fell behind Twelve Sons, he was restrained in every aspect and was completely at a disadvantage.
In just one cup of tea, the situation has changed.
Ye Feng's winning rate is probably less than 10%, while Yan Zhongmou's side has an absolute advantage.
He even felt that he could win with his eyes closed and didn't know how to lose.
Even the guests who didn't understand Go at the side could easily find out through the black and white layout that the black stones had taken the lead and it was already forming an encirclement situation.
"Well...it's good to be able to persist until now..." Yan Qixue stood behind his grandson and looked at him. Instead, he nodded secretly and recognized Ye Feng's ability in Go.
I even feel that if it hadn't been for Tuoda, who gave up twelve men, the outcome would have been really unpredictable.
So, Yan Qixue suggested: "Let's play another game. Don't give up this time. Let's have a fair competition!"
"Have you admitted defeat?" Yan Zhongmou looked at him proudly.
"Who said I lost?" However, Ye Feng was still calm and composed, "Why do I feel that the outcome of this round has only really begun now!?"
Saying that, Ye Feng saw that the plan was completed, so he took a divine action and put it to death to survive!
