I Really Didn’t Mean to Play Go!
Chapter 307: A Move That Shocks Gods and Ghosts, A Game That Moves Mountains and Rivers to Tears!

Everyone stared intently at the TV screen.

As soon as White leaned in with that move, Black once again fell into a deadlock!

Even though they weren’t at the venue in person, just seeing this godlike lean-in move—a hand of isolation so cunning it bordered on supernatural—they could imagine the anxiety and unease in Lee Junhyuk’s heart right now!

On the board, Black and White continued dropping stones one after the other, the situation becoming increasingly complex. Hidden within were lethal traps ready to explode at any moment.

As they watched this match unfold, a wave of complicated emotions swept through everyone.

With every move Black made, it was like they could see Lee Junhyuk gritting his teeth, struggling with all he had.

Every move was infused with fierce willpower and refusal to give in.

Black wasn’t playing badly—but...

It looked like there was no saving Black anymore.

The expressions of everyone in the room subtly began to change.

“…Lee Junhyuk just tightened White’s liberties with a brilliant sequence.”

Zheng Qin's tone was calm, but the sweat beading on his forehead betrayed his true emotions.

Clearly, he was far from calm.

He didn’t want to believe what he was seeing—but he had no choice.

Wu Shuheng stared blankly at the TV screen, murmuring, “A violent comeback like a raging tide…”

Yu Shao’s face had grown serious too.

Beside him, Su Yiming was laser-focused on the board, mentally calculating every possible variation.

Time ticked by, second by second.

As Black and White continued to play, the shock on everyone’s faces grew stronger.

Then—another black stone landed!

Column 10, Row 13—Cut!

“That cut was merciless! It completely severed White’s connection in the center—now Higashiyama Kaoru’s white stones are in grave danger!”

Someone finally couldn’t hold back anymore and cried out.

Qin Lang, at some point, had also become completely absorbed in the match.

“…He actually bit down on those stones?”

A droplet of sweat slid down Qin Lang’s cheek.

“The board still slightly favors White, but… the outcome is suddenly impossible to predict!”

“A winner should’ve already emerged—but now, no one knows whether it’ll end in total destruction or mutual annihilation!”

Black had come back from the dead.

In a desperate position, Black tore open the situation with sheer power, escaped the trap—and now, was still ready to battle for supremacy!

White, clearly provoked by Black’s tenacity, fought back with even more fury—each move vicious and deadly.

But Black, blood boiling, refused to back down. Despite being behind, he fought White tooth and nail—and even threatened a counterattack!

The game… had reached its true climax.

With every attack and defense, the killing intent and intricacy of their plans were terrifying.

“Too strong… just too strong…”

A man in his twenties swallowed hard, staring in disbelief at the screen. “If it were me… no matter which color I played… I would’ve lost. For sure.”

The entire room fell into complete silence.

Everyone had been utterly shaken by this battle between black and white stones!

“They’re both amazing,”

Su Yiming finally spoke, his expression more serious than ever. “Unbelievably strong.”

All eyes stayed glued to the board—no one even blinked.

Every soul in that room was immersed in this brutal fight.

No matter what, this game… would end with a winner.

Right now, Higashiyama still held the lead.

But even in the late middle game, the board was so complex that the outcome was still a mystery—anything could happen!

Would the victor be Lee Junhyuk? Or Higashiyama Kaoru?

Or… would it be a double KO?

Click. Click. Click.

Stones continued falling. Time ticked on.

Soon, a white stone landed:

Column 5, Row 5—Push!

Su Yiming’s eyes flickered—he realized something.

Yu Shao’s expression shifted too.

“Wait a second, this…”

A moment later, Zheng Qin finally unraveled the board’s secret—and froze.

Staring at the TV, as if he were witnessing something unbelievable, his face filled with disbelief. He muttered:

“This is…”

Others were still puzzled—until their expressions also began to change.

“The two mains are locked in a fight for liberties. They’re racing each other down this path, and if it keeps going… White pushes, Black captures, White lunges…”

“And when you tally it up—it turns into…”

A young male player looked dumbfounded. “A… a triple ko?!”

Finally—

Everyone saw it.

If both sides kept playing, the game would enter a bizarre and rare triple ko situation!

In Go, there are no draws. There must always be a winner.

Except—in the case of a multi-ko repetition.

Once a triple ko is formed, neither side can afford to concede the ko, or their position will collapse. They must endlessly retake the ko, again and again, with no end in sight.

In this case, the game is ruled as no result.

But a triple ko is so rare that even players who’ve spent their whole lives in Go may never encounter it—let alone the even rarer four-ko, or eternal life ko scenarios.

And yet—here it was.

Triple ko.

Zheng Qin and Xu Zi couldn’t help but glance at Yu Shao and Su Yiming.

Their memories flashed back to a rainy night two years ago.

That night, Zhong Yufei had also entered a triple ko during a game against Guangnan High’s sub-captain, forcing a blitz tiebreak.

That same night, Yu Shao and Su Yiming had played their very first match.

And now—it had happened again.

A triple ko.

Once more in the team competition.

It felt… destined.

“Unbelievable… a no-result?”

A male player showed a hint of regret. “White had the advantage…”

“But credit to Lee Junhyuk. His resilience was insane. Just when White was on the verge of ending it all, he clawed it back into a triple ko.”

Another male player sighed at the screen. “Who could’ve predicted a game would end like this…”

“We’ll have to go to a blitz tiebreak, right?”

Wu Zhixuan asked. “I’ve never actually played a triple ko before. Does it go to a tiebreak?”

“Yeah, it should.”

Wu Shuheng nodded. “Let’s check the other games. We’ve been so focused on this one.”

With that, everyone finally looked away, shifting their attention to the other boards.

Yu Shao and Su Yiming did the same.

Soon, the fourth board grabbed their attention—Bae Yeon vs. Murakami Junichi had escalated into an insane 300-move all-out war.

“It favors Bae Yeon,”

A male player said solemnly. “Murakami’s position is bad—he might lose everything.”

“What if Murakami tries to cut here? Would that work?”

Someone furrowed their brows and pointed to a spot on the board.

“Cutting?”

Zheng Qin began placing stones to analyze the variation.

Everyone gathered, debating and testing the line.

Moments later, Fang Haoxin lifted his head and looked at the screen to see if Murakami had played that move yet.

“…Still thinking?”

He glanced over and saw Murakami hadn’t moved yet.

Just as he was about to look away, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

Fang Haoxin’s eyes froze. He stared at the first board.

His pupils shrank. He stood there, stunned.

“…What’s wrong? Did Murakami play the move?”

A younger player saw Fang Haoxin frozen in place and looked at him curiously.

But Fang Haoxin was staring dumbly at the screen.

Puzzled, the younger player followed his gaze—and saw the main match.

Murakami still hadn’t moved.

But on the main board…

“…Wait—what is Higashiyama doing?!”

His voice cracked.

Everyone looked up at once.

On the screen—

White: Column 16, Row 11—Press!

Yu Shao and Su Yiming froze.

Everyone stared at that move—eyes wide, mouths agape.

Silence filled the room.

Not just the room—everyone around the world watching via TV or online froze in place.

The entire Go world went silent.

This game—

From the razor-sharp opening, to the brutal exchanges, to the stunning triple ko—

If all that had been a crescendo of drums, this move silenced it all.

Only the brilliance of the board remained—its light swallowing mountains and rivers.

“…He gave up the triple ko?”

Wu Shuheng’s voice trembled.

No one answered.

The board itself was the answer.

Under the gaze of the entire world, the game continued.

Click. Click. Click.

Moments later, a hand reached into the board—one white stone after another lifted up.

Black had slain the entire white group.

Everyone who saw it felt their mouths go dry.

That group?

A quarter of the board.

The center—gone.

White, utterly wiped out.

Where once black and white tangled fiercely—now, not a single white stone remained.

The visual shock was unbearable.

And yet—the world remained silent.

Everyone saw Lee Junhyuk’s hand trembling as he removed the white stones.

Each one, as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Still, the game went on.

They entered the endgame phase.

Click. Click. Click…

Finally, at move 293, after all the endgame was played, two black stones dropped—

The game was over.

Everyone knew the result.

White had captured 46 stones—

But Black won by 7.5 points.

Everyone stared blankly at the board.

Their eyes drifted back… to that White stone on Column 16, Row 11.

That shocking move—that one press.

It was glowing.

Faced with a triple ko draw, Higashiyama had abandoned it.

He sacrificed nearly half the board—

Then, with one demonic hand, revealed a hidden squeeze deep within the board—

And flipped the game on its head.

In the review room, everyone stared blankly at that White stone.

One thought filled their minds:

“For one general’s glory, ten thousand bones wither.”

Yes—one general’s glory, ten thousand bones wither.

“This… is the first time in history a triple ko ended in a victory. There’s never been a precedent before this…”

“Higashiyama Kaoru—just made history.”

Zheng Qin murmured, lost in thought.

He recited the Japanese media’s words about Higashiyama:

“After Higashiyama, there will be no more prodigies.”

Staring at that board, no one felt that was an exaggeration.

“A single move that shocks gods and ghosts. A game that ends with the mountains and rivers weeping.”