Drunken Fist

Yan Feipeng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with an incredulous expression, almost doubting his existence.

His Raging Wave Eighteen Blades were incredibly terrifying, with an astonishingly destructive power. Even the king of the jungle, the tiger, would be hacked into eighteen pieces by him.

Yet now, it failed to have any effect on a drunken man?

It was simply unbelievable!

"Good wine!!"

Just as Yan Feipeng was preparing to strike again, Wang Chao suddenly belched, his body swaying and colliding.

Boom!

Caught off guard, Yan Feipeng was instantly sent flying, crashing to the ground, blood spraying from his mouth, his face twisted in agony and deathly pale.

"Good wine, more! Bring me the finest wine! I want to drink another thirty catties."

Wang Chao was still swaying, appearing intoxicated, and mumbling about wanting to drink more.

This scene caused Yan Feipeng's eyes to turn red, his fury reaching the heavens.