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Chapter 799: The Destroyed Battleship Power

Da Chun pressed on, downing twenty bottles in one go. His vision and the screen became completely blurred, but he was still not drunk; he just couldn't lift his hands anymore.

Holy crap, there are still a few bottles left! What a waste! I need to get someone to help me pour them! According to the competition rules, if a player is in a prolonged state of unconsciousness and petrification, losing their combat ability, that's considered an automatic loss, right?

Da Chun shouted, "Aba abababa~~~~"

Ah, I can't even speak clearly anymore!?

All the players clearly understood Da Chun's meaning. Some drew their swords, some fired arrows, and everyone focused their fire. A long list of system notifications indicating that they were under attack appeared on the screen!

no……

Never mind...let's just leave it at that.

However, seeing that his energy shield was also quite strong and hadn't lost much damage, Da Chun was also troubled. How long would it take for him to kill me? I was thinking of starting the next round as soon as possible.

Alright, we've already glimpsed the rules of the Creator God, so we need to hurry. The opportunity might only be triggered within these 30 minutes that Yatnas has delayed; once that time is over, it might be gone. We should use any divine skills that have already been revealed!
Activate the Cursing Raven!

—System prompt: Please select the target of your curse or curse the entire area.

The entire audience was cursing!

Then, even though he couldn't lift the bottle with his hands, pressing the gun button was no problem. He was drunk anyway, so he wasn't worried about losing face if he missed. No, firing a cannon while drunk was the romance of drunkenness, another form of dignity.

I bloom in the middle...

Finally, after a barrage of criticism, the arena fell silent!
—System notification: Congratulations! You have won the match, earned 235 kill point, obtained the "Last Man" achievement in the chaotic arena, and received an additional 50 bonus points.

—System prompt: Do you want to start the next game?
Haha, these points are awesome!

Time is of the essence, let's begin!
……

Top Ten Chat Group.

The second professional team match has begun. In this match, the main team from the Chinese region, StarCraft, unfortunately encountered a professional team led by Metatron.

Metatron still didn't make a move. The tactics had already been run through ten thousand times offline by the wargaming system. Just like playing AI chess, everything was done according to the steps given by the AI. The Star Team was caught off guard and lost an important member. With the numbers evened out, Metatron had even less reason to make a move.

This battle was a triumphant display of power and prestige for the Ten Elders in their first engagement, and the chat group began to watch Da Chun with great joy.

Compared to Metatron's truly noble demeanor of remaining steadfast and unmoved, Da Chun's frantic cassava-roasting performance seemed utterly clownish.

Sila exclaimed in amazement, "Even though he's a clown, it's incredible that he can drink 20 bottles in a row."

Gabriel's Oak City Peace Elite team lost to Curry and was in a bad mood: "Sila, I see that you're paying far more attention to him than you normally would. Have you fallen in love with him?"

Sila spat out a mouthful of tea: "What disgusting nonsense are you spouting? What's my normal value?"

Gabriel sneered: "Your normal range is that you won't pay attention to a man for more than a minute."

Sila retorted angrily, "I might be with him for the next two or three days. I need to study him to properly impersonate the NPC. Once this event is over, you'll see if I pay attention to him for more than a minute!"

Just then, Da Chun suddenly unleashed a powerful attack, causing all the players to lose control and rush towards him, only to be bombarded by his barrage!
The crowd was shocked again: "His blasphemous skill can also attack a large area of ​​effect?"

Sila scoffed, "So, he's trying to prove to us that his skill is related to alcohol."

Sariel scoffed, "His fighting style is supposed to be randomly crashing and blasting things around in his wheelchair, but he thinks that's not elegant enough, so when he can't keep up the act, he just resorts to getting drunk to act like that."

Sila laughed, "That makes sense." Just then, Metatron laughed and said, "Boss, I have good news for you. The scrapped power unit from the shipyard that the Fourth Prince secretly sold has arrived. I'm going to receive it right away."

The elders were overjoyed: "Then we can finally build our own warships!"

Michael was extremely pleased: "The Fourth Prince and that Commissioner Smith have not disappointed me! I didn't expect the Fourth Prince to be so reliable."

Remiel scoffed: "Give me a red envelope. If I hadn't led the customs away, this shipment wouldn't have made it out of the Old World!"

Metatron laughed: "To celebrate Remiel's first message in the chat group, let's each send a red envelope!"

Gabriel said irritably, "Xiaomei, it's clearly you who should be giving out the big red envelopes. You're saving money by making us give them out together, aren't you?"

Metatron laughed and said, "This is in our common interest! Once I build the warships, our five cities can explore the Sea of ​​Creation."

Samuel scoffed, "That's a matter for your five cities. I don't get anything out of it, so I won't issue it."

Michael laughed and said, "This is the significance of Remiel guarding the customs. It's worth sending. I'll send a big one first."

Metatron lamented, "It's a pity that these are the first batch of warships that the boss and Uriel destroyed while racking up battle records, so they can only be considered second-tier power."

Michael laughed, "It's precisely because it's in the second tier that it's possible to sell it secretly. If it were in the first tier, don't even think about it..."

Gabriel couldn't help but pour cold water on the idea: "Boss, I just don't feel right. Even if it's second gear, this is too easy, isn't it?"

Remiel retorted irritably, "How is it easy? I used 20 privilege points!"

Gabriel said, "I mean, the Golden Throne is currently in a state of war, and the control over the transfer of supplies is very strict. Some hotel nobles are no longer providing luxury goods. Under these circumstances, transferring a large component down..."

Metatron laughed, "You really don't understand mechanics. Of course, you break up the teleportation! How difficult is that?"

Michael said in a deep voice, "No matter what, Xiaomei must be careful when receiving it, and don't rush to send it to the shipyard."

Metatron laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'll send it directly to Tifa's basement. Her workshop is practically a repair shop."

Xila laughed and said, "Look, Dachun's next match has begun."

Gabriel scoffed, "You'd better just focus on pulling the sled..."

……

Da Chun's next match begins.

The effects of intoxication wore off, and I regained my clear vision and hearing.

The first thing to do is check the Divine Realm. Ha, it's still there! Speaking of which, after these two drinking sessions, I've gained 3 more points of alcohol tolerance on the field, which means I can drink 3 more bottles!

At this moment, the players cheered again: "It's Da Chun!"

"Brother Chun, catch!"

"Mr. Dachun, we also have wine!"

Hahaha~~
This time, Da Chun made sure to give everyone a heads-up beforehand. He immediately said to the Chinese player who had just thrown the wine, "Come here. When I'm so drunk I can't even lift my arms, you have to pour me more wine. You absolutely have to get me drunk!"

The player was incredibly excited: "Brother Chun, massive amounts!"

(End of this chapter)