He had already vomited from drinking, yet Xu Hao kept on drinking!
"Xu Hao!" Wang Zihao roared furiously, "What do you mean by this? You're clearly a bit drunk; why do you keep drinking?"
Xu Hao responded with a light smile, "You've already lost, what does it matter to you whether I drink or not? However, I'll explain it to you so you don't accuse me of bullying you later. I'm drinking to get drunk so that I can use Drunken Fist to defeat you in a while."
Drunken Fist!
As soon as Xu Hao said this, it caused a great shock among the crowd.
Drunken Fist could be said to be a well-known martial art, but it only appeared on screens, and no one had ever seen it in real life.
Many people couldn't help but wonder, was the Drunken Fist that Xu Hao talked about the same as the one depicted on TV?
Did it matter?
At this moment, the eyes of several elders flickered, especially Wu Kui and Zhou Talang, whose expressions changed unpredictably.