Chun kept pushing on, chugging twenty bottles in one breath, his vision and screen completely blurred, but he still wasn't drunk. He just couldn't lift his hand anymore.
Holy Shit, how many bottles are left? What a waste if these go unfinished. I need to call someone in to help me drink! According to the competition rules, if a player is in a long-term petrified state and loses combat capability, it's considered an automatic loss, right?
Chun shouted, "Ooga ooga booga~~~~"
Ah, I can't even speak clearly now!?
All the players in the arena clearly understood Chun's intention, drawing swords and shooting arrows, unleashing a barrage of attacks, a flood of system notifications hitting the screen!
No...
Oh, never mind... just let it be.
Yet, seeing his energy shield holding firm with hardly any damage, Chun felt at a loss. How long will it take to kill me? I want to start the next round soon.
