I Really Didn’t Mean to Play Go!
Chapter 224: Invincible and Unbeatable

At that moment, the broadcast studio switched to Game 4.

In this match, Che Wenyu played White, while Lin Dehai played Black.

The board was a chaotic battlefield—intense, complicated, and fierce.

But… only White was attacking!

Black was running for its life!

“My god, Che Wenyu’s fighting strength is absolutely terrifying!”

Zeng Chenlu’s eyes were glued to the screen, utterly shocked.

“Earlier, Black’s Tiger’s Mouth seemed like a clever bait, tempting White to overextend. But instead of falling for it, Che Wenyu turned the trap against him and forced his way through with sheer brute force!”

“When Black’s entangling attacks began, it looked like White was in grave danger—but in reality, Che Wenyu had already calculated everything. He knew Black’s attack would eventually collapse.”

Beside her, Zhu Huaian nodded slightly. His usually calm eyes now carried a trace of seriousness.

“And the moment Black’s attacks lost momentum, Che Wenyu struck back mercilessly.”

“Exactly. Now, the upper-left Black formation is on the verge of collapse—Black can do nothing but defend!”

Zeng Chenlu took a deep breath, still finding it hard to believe.

“In a board this complex… he had so much confidence in his reading ability?”

She had studied Che Wenyu’s past games, and while he had always been a strong player, he had never been this overwhelming.

Now, it was as if he had been completely reborn.

Just then, another Black stone landed on the board.

Zhu Huaian frowned slightly.

“Lin Dehai is in serious trouble. His chances of turning this around are extremely slim.”

Zeng Chenlu blinked in confusion.

“Zhu Laoshi… That last move by Black—wasn’t it a good one?”

“It was,” Zhu Huaian admitted, shaking his head.

“That move defended a cutting point, so it wasn’t a mistake.”

“Then… Black is still behind, but shouldn’t he have plenty of room to fight back?”

Zeng Chenlu was puzzled.

“But he’s already lost his momentum.”

Zhu Huaian’s gaze remained fixed on the screen as he spoke.

“Momentum?”

Zeng Chenlu was caught off guard.

“If he truly wanted to fight, instead of defending, he should have aggressively targeted White’s cutting points and fought to the bitter end.

“Instead, he hesitated. He’s already afraid.”

Zhu Huaian’s eyes darkened.

“Since last year, one strong player after another has fallen to Che Wenyu.”

“This past year, his play has been lightning-fast, ruthless, and unstoppable.”

“Now, he’s back—and he carries the aura of absolute invincibility among the younger generation.”

Zeng Chenlu’s heart shook.

A year ago, Che Wenyu was good—but he wasn’t dominant. He had lost plenty of games.

How had he transformed like this in just one year?

Zhu Huaian seemed to sense her thoughts.

He chuckled softly.

“Zeng Laoshi, Go is the art of life and death.”

“…The art of life and death?”

Zeng Chenlu looked at him, confused.

Why did he suddenly say that?

“This applies not only to the game, but also to the players themselves.”

Zhu Huaian’s gaze deepened.

“Because Go is the art of life and death, losing a game does not mean the end.”

“A true Go player must be reborn through defeat!”

“If you never experience loss, you’ll never grow stronger. Fear of losing means you will never win.”

His eyes flickered with reflection as he stared at the screen.

“Every time a strong player falls, they are reborn stronger.”

“The only question is…”

Zhu Huaian’s voice suddenly sharpened, and an oppressive aura filled the room.

“Who among them is truly strong?”

Zeng Chenlu was stunned.

A few moments later, the screen switched to the next game.

She snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and refocused.

“This game… Gu Chuan, 4-dan, has full board control.”

Zhu Huaian’s sharp presence faded completely, and he returned to calmly analyzing the game alongside Zeng Chenlu.

A few moments later, the screen changed again—

Game 6 appeared.

—

“Hiss—”

The moment she saw the board, Zeng Chenlu gasped sharply.

Shock spread across her face.

“White’s central group… got completely cut off by Qin Lang, 6-dan?!”

Last time she had checked, Qin Lang had only been slightly ahead.

But now, Peng Zeyang’s White stones were on the verge of complete collapse!

And right as she was processing this—

The next Black move appeared.

Click!

Column 14, Row 5—Peep!

“…Brilliant.”

Zeng Chenlu shivered slightly, sensing the murderous intent in that move.

“No wonder Qin Lang was untouchable in the Northern Region.”

“This move—diving straight into enemy territory, severing White’s eye space, and aiming to kill the entire group!”

“He’s so confident… does he really believe he can survive after invading so deeply?!”

Unlike her, Zhu Huaian wasn’t surprised.

“Qin Lang never gives his opponents a moment to breathe.”

“He dares to invade deep into enemy territory—even when surrounded by an army, he can still escape and counterattack.”

“If Che Wenyu represents the invincible force of the younger generation—”

“Then Qin Lang represents the undefeatable force of the younger generation.”

At that moment, White responded—

Click!

Column 4, Row 11—Cut!

Zeng Chenlu’s eyes lit up.

“…This move is incredible! White isn’t giving up—he’s cutting Black apart and launching a counterattack!”

“Cut?”

Zhu Huaian raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his gaze.

“It’s definitely a high-level move. Even now, Peng Zeyang is showing astonishing resilience.”

“He might actually turn this game around.”

Their discussion continued until the screen switched to the next game.

—

Game 1: Yu Shao vs. Cao Xinghuai.

Zeng Chenlu refocused.

“Yu Shao’s desperate press earlier—what happened after that? Let’s take a look—”

She lifted her head and froze.

The words died in her throat.

Her mind went blank.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She stood paralyzed on the spot.

“…What is this?!”

Zhu Huaian glanced at her in surprise before turning to the screen.

And then—

He froze too.

His pupils contracted violently.

Not just them—

The cameramen.

The studio crew.

Everyone watching in the broadcast room.

All of them stood there, staring at the screen.

For a brief moment—

It felt as if time itself had stopped.

On the screen—

White’s outer influence, which had seemed unshakable, had completely failed to exert its power.

Instead of controlling the board—

It had become a burden.

Meanwhile—

Black’s formation in the center had fully emerged.

Yu Shao’s power had exploded across the board.

His attack on White was fierce and unstoppable.

For two or three seconds, the entire studio was dead silent.

“…What happened?”

Zeng Chenlu finally broke the silence, her voice trembling.

“How did this happen? Did White make a mistake under pressure?!”

Zhu Huaian didn’t answer.

Instead, he picked up the whiteboard marker and walked toward the screen.

With unwavering seriousness, he ordered:

“Switch to the first board.”

“Show me the first 3-3 invasion game!”