kirupakaran

Warning: This work contains elements of mature content featuring sex, violence, and gore. 

Follow the journey of a wandering drunk swordsman who will punch immortals, kick demons, and cut down gods as he ascends the heavens in search of better women and wine.... hic...

Women, Wine, and Wager

The three most terrible vices a man could possess. Luckily, Duncan was only afflicted with two - women & wine. As an ordinary spirit stone miner, Duncan only cared about earning money to indulge in his two vices.

However, Duncan's fate had a twist in the form of a cantankerous old man who wanted to both reward and punish him in good measure. It leaves Duncan with a rather poor opinion of cultivators in general.

Pulled into the world of cultivation unwittingly, Duncan only cares for three things. His sword, his wine, and his women.

Demon Immortal

Duncan once more slammed hard into the wall with his back as he came up short in his clash with the cannibal.

Duncan rose up, gritting his teeth in anger and frustration. He was now trapped in this small space, with the cannibal standing between him and the exit. The area around here didn't favor Duncan's style of fighting much.

He couldn't freely use his martial arts techniques in the way he desired. Every time he tried to execute his sword art, the cannibal interrupted him causing him to defend himself in haste.

As for using <Wind Chasing Steps>, Duncan can forget it as he was now trapped in a small space.

Thus both his techniques were not able to be used to their full potential in this confrontation. And to make matter worse, the enemy was stronger than him. Duncan already had suspicions of strong cannibals lurking in these pathways, but to have it confirmed in this time and place was the worst thing that could happen to him.

Turning Tables