Yang Fan didn't bother to justify himself, he just continued to drink his tea: "Lu Elder, you'll know once we try."
Yang Fan played black while Lu Shaowen played white. They set up their positions and began the game.
At first, Lu Shaowen wanted to gauge Yang Fan's skill, so every move he made was aggressive and domineering, pressuring step by step.
Yang Fan remained unflustered and composed, countering calmly, not giving Lu Shaowen any clues.
Once the mid-game was reached, Lu Shaowen held a complete advantage, entrapping Yang Fan with a strangling strategy.
"Ha ha ha, kid, still bragging now?" Lu Shaowen said with a laughing face.
"Lu Elder, it's not over yet, don't rush."
"Then I'd like to see how you will turn this around."
In the endgame countdown phase, Lu Shaowen's brows furrowed more and more deeply: "Eh, how did I not see that?"
