Chess, calligraphy and painting, the second game - chess!
Yan Zhongmou didn't believe it. For a martial artist like Ye Feng, it was unexpected that he could play the piano, but how high could he be at chess and cards?
The instrument is just a matter of familiarity.
Chess and cards are the real competition of intelligence!
Yan Zhongmou is extremely talented and intelligent. No matter how he compares, his intelligence is definitely much stronger than that of a martial arts practitioner.
In particular, his attainments in Go reached ninth level as early as the age of fifteen, and he could compete with great players without falling behind.
If it were a game of Go, Yan Zhongmou wouldn't even know how he could lose!
Of course, if the opponent chooses chess and chess, Yan Zhongmou is also involved in it and can handle it.
"What kind of chess do you want to play?" Ye Feng asked calmly, letting him choose.
"Are you sure you want me to choose?" Yan Zhongmou raised his eyebrows and slightly hooked his lips, "I am a ninth-level Go player! If I want to choose Go, do you dare to take the challenge!?"
"Okay! Let's play a game of Go!" Ye Feng agreed without even thinking about it.
Suddenly, Yan Zhongmou was startled and repeated: "Didn't you hear? I am a ninth-dan Go player! Are you sure you want to compete with me in Go?"
"The competition is what you are best at." Ye Feng said calmly, "In case you lose later and don't admit it."
"You——!" Yan Zhongmou was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. Did he really think that his ninth level of Go was just a decoration?
"Don't overestimate your abilities. What level of Go are you at?" Yan Zhongmou saw that Ye Feng was so calm and he couldn't help but worry a little, what if the opponent was also at level 9!?
Although this possibility is extremely low!
"Me!?" Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I have no rank."
"No rank?" Yan Zhongmou was shocked again when he heard this, "You don't have a rank, and you dare to compete with me at ninth rank? Are you crazy?"
Ye Feng smiled lightly and said: "Who stipulated that if you don't have a rank, you can't play chess? Today, I, who have no rank, will beat you, the ninth rank!"
Hearing this, the corners of Yan Zhongmou's mouth twitched again. "Stop daydreaming!"
If a nine-dan Go player loses to a beginner with no rank, he can commit suicide.
Ye Feng smiled and said nothing.
Although I don’t have a rank, I have a master!
His eighty-seventh master was a former chess master who had won the International Chess Holy War for twelve consecutive years. If he had not been in prison, he would have continued to win.
And his self-created Guigu chess game is like a dragnet that no one can break and no one can defeat.
Later, in order to inherit the Guigu chess game, a small country in the East sent a beautiful chess player to perform a beauty trick and get close to the chess master.
It is true that the so-called hero is saddened by beauty, and a generation of chess masters fell into a gentle country, and even took their beauty to join the East, happy to miss their country.
After all the chess skills in her body were mastered by the Japanese, the beautiful chess player immediately turned against her and kicked her away.
The chess master who thought he had found a soulmate, but was deceived in the end, became so angry that he went crazy and killed the beautiful chess player he loved with his own hands.
After many negotiations between the two countries, he was extradited back to the country and was imprisoned in Prison Zero.
After entering the prison, the chess master improved greatly without the drag of a woman. He cracked the Guigu game he created by himself, and called this key piece the move of God, which can break the world's endgame!
Ben lamented that he had no successor, but fortunately met Ye Feng, and taught him all the Guigu chess game, the method to crack it, and the secret of the god's hand.
Although Ye Feng is not deeply involved in Go and has no rank, from the moment he was released from prison, he was already a chess master in the world and no one could match him.
Seeing that Ye Feng was stubborn and dared to play Go with him, Yan Zhongmou simply stopped talking.
Thought: Since you don’t know your own abilities, then I’ll kill you on the chessboard and throw away your armor!
"Prepare a set of Go!" Ye Feng ordered.
Soon, the butler brought the chessboard and chess pieces.
The two sat opposite each other.
In an instant, it attracted the attention of everyone present and countless eyeballs.
"Tell me, who of the two will win this time?"
"Needless to say, of course Young Master Yan can win! He is a ninth-dan master! You don't think that someone without a rank can really win against a ninth-dan master, right?"
"But the piano skills that Mr. Ye showed just now are amazing! Before we played, none of us could have imagined that Mr. Ye would win in the end!"
"One moment, another moment! We are naturally convinced of Mr. Ye's piano skills. But being good at playing the piano does not mean being good at chess! What's more, Mr. Ye personally admitted that he has no rank, which means he is not good at Go.
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For a while, everyone saw the two playing chess. After some discussion, everyone was not very optimistic about Ye Feng, thinking that this time, it should be Yan Shao's turn to win.
"Does the Dragon King really have no rank?" Huang Qian stood behind Ye Feng and could only pray silently for a miracle to happen.
"It's okay." Hua Guodong said very optimistically, "Even if we lose this round, we can still win the next 'calligraphy' competition!"
After all, Hua Guodong had seen it with his own eyes, and Ye Feng's calligraphy skills must be foolproof.
However, when Yan Zhongmou heard this, he couldn't help but curled his lips and sneered in his heart: Compete with me in calligraphy? You still want to win? This is simply ridiculous!
In Yan Zhongmou's opinion, his calligraphy should be as sure as this game of chess.
He has been reading and writing since he was a child, and good handwriting is the most basic thing. Even the fact that he has been ranked first in high school has a lot to do with his good handwriting.
"Hmph, next time, whether it's Go or calligraphy, I'm going to make you completely defeated!"
Yan Zhongmou was very motivated and decided to prove his strength in the next three games.
"For the sake of your ninth rank, let me give you twelve sons!" Ye Feng suddenly said, holding Bai Zi.
Generally, for beginners, thirty-six pieces are allowed.
When Ye Feng saw that the other party was in the ninth level of strength, he did not dare to overestimate him, so he simply let the other party reach the twelfth level to balance the disparity in strength between the two sides, so as not to say that he was bullying the small one. This chapter has been completed!
