I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 318 - 227: The Main Force is Tired, I am the Substit

April 26th, afternoon.

The sun lazily sprinkled warmth across Zhengjia Village’s courtyard, embellishing this ordinary day with a touch of warmth.

Chen Yun, engrossed in his own telekinetic accompanint, couldn’t help but burst into song.

For a mont, the small courtyard beca the simplest yet purest karaoke booth.

The local fishern, drawn by the lodious yet slightly unusual singing, occasionally paused their hurried steps to cast curious glances at the tightly closed gates.

Perhaps they wanted to ask why, in this day and age, soone still listened to music with such poor sound quality, and where they bought a sound system that could emit such a link to avoid a potential disaster.

Or perhaps they wanted to say that playing music in the midst of the afternoon was, to so extent, a disturbance to the peace.

But regardless of whether it was out of curiosity or so other emotion.

These fishern ultimately chose not to interfere.

These thoughts were fleeting, as the villagers adhered to a major principle of modern life—minding one’s own business, especially when facing Chen Yun, who had a modest reputation in the village and was jokingly called the "new village tyrant."

After all, whether it was a matter of sound quality or a disturbance issue, they saw no reason to intervene.

After dinner, Chen Yun, enjoying his solitary pleasure, was imrsed in self-indulgent singing.

Just as he was about to finish the song and proceed to his Transparent World exercise that afternoon, a call ca through.

After a conversation, Chen Yun learned that soone on the Go Network was urgently looking for him.

Because his information was sensitive, the person seeking him had the Go Network relay the ssage.

After thinking for a mont.

Chen Yun first did a Transparent World exercise and planned to return to his room later to open the Go Network.

Probably a few hours later.

He returned to his bedroom and accessed the Go Network’s backend.

Only to find 99 unread backend private ssages, among them a new ssage from a not-so-terrible chess basket whom he had played against before.

["Is the boss there?"]

["Help! The Go world is about to be thrashed by a Go AI again!"]

["This guy is said to be even better than the Go Network’s Level 10 AI. Boss, if you’re interested and want to play, please send a direct challenge invite; I’ll definitely be online all day today."]

Looking at such a ssage.

Chen Yun could feel the humility and the urgency from the person on the other end.

This made him keenly interested in this opponent, who was said to surpass the Level 10 AI.

Recalling that it had been a while since he last played against the platform’s top AI,

he had been able to contend with it during their last encounter.

After this period of self-improvent, and having experienced another evolution, he should handle a Level 10 AI even more effortlessly.

Therefore, this unknown new opponent undoubtedly represented an intriguing challenge.

This AI, said to be stronger than a Level 10 AI, indeed had a certain allure for Chen Yun.

Thinking this way.

A thoughtful look flickered in Chen Yun’s eyes.

Though interested, it seed necessary before agreeing to check what standard a Level 10 AI represented for him now.

Thinking this, Chen Yun opened a man-machine match.

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Venue of the Autumn Chrysanthemum Cup Go World Championship.

Professional players who had spent the afternoon reviewing gas and preparing ntally looked at each other and then silently gave each other encouraging looks.

It wasn’t necessarily about competing with the AI for pride.

But sotis, there was a faint sense of reluctance.

Since the arrival of the Go AI era, countless people had declared the death of Go.

Although they, the professional players, still endeavored to prove that Go was alive and that humans still had significance in the face of AI, deep down, who didn’t fantasize about soone defeating the AI?

Their silence was not emptiness, but filled with myriad unspoken words.

Over the years, the rise of Go AI, like a storm, had swept through the entire Go community, altering perceptions of this ancient art.

Amidst the relentless waves of external doubt, whether Go could still retain the warmth of human emotions, or maintain its dignity in front of the cold algorithms, beca an enduring question in every player’s mind.

And now.

It seed there was a glimr of hope.

Though the new AI was outrageously strong, there had recently erged a monster on the human side.

"Okay, I’ll repeat the strategy again, just try to delay as much as possible, and wait for a possible response from the Go Emperor."

"If we intentionally delay, with everyone’s ninth-rank skills, we should be able to last a considerable ti."

Ke Bao, 9th rank, looked seriously at the players who had responded to participate in the afternoon ga.

Li Xuan, the 9th rank, planned to fight again.

Shi Liang, ninth rank, Shen Lang Ninth Rank, and Huang He 9 rank were also evidently ready.

And Ke Bao himself was planning to enter the fray.

Seeing everyone in good spirits, Ke Bao also smiled.

They couldn’t beat a Level 10 AI, so they hadn’t even thought about winning against this confidently superior new AI.

If not for recalling the ergence of the Go Emperor online, they would have resigned themselves long ago.

Simply take the money for the job and treat it as a stepping stone for the rise of AI, without considering anything else.

But the ergence of the Go Emperor had given them hope.

Perhaps...

Could humans truly win one ti?

Although the world’s forr number one Li Shishi had won one ga against AlphaGo during their man-machine battle, with a final score of 1:4, this hardly counted as a true victory.