Chapter 419: Chapter 419

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."

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?

At this moment, the eyes of several elders flickered, especially Wu Kui and Zhou Talang, whose expressions changed unpredictably.

Finally, Wu Kui asked, "Xu Hao, which Drunken Fist are you talking about?"

Xu Hao smiled faintly, "You'll know when I perform it in a while, won't you?"

At that moment, Sun Han Ren slid over to Sun Zai'an and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, isn't Drunken Fist just something from the movies? Does it really exist in real life?"

Although Sun Han Ren's voice was soft, the venue was utterly silent at that moment, so his words were naturally heard by everyone, and nearly everyone stopped talking, listening quietly to what Sun Zai'an would say.

Sun Zai'an chuckled, "Drunken Fist mimics the movements of a drunkard. It's a type of Earth Step Fist. Although the movements seem clumsy and staggering, in reality, the actions are 'drunk in form but not in spirit.' Of course, this is a real martial art. The only ones I know who practice this technique belong to certain families in Liangguang."

Because Sun Zai'an confirmed its existence and explained it, everyone became even more interested in Xu Hao's forthcoming duel with Wang Zihao.

Seeing that Xu Hao had managed, in the blink of an eye, to draw everyone's attention to him once again, Wang Zihao became increasingly indignant.

He snorted coldly, "In half an hour, let's settle this next to the Black Turtle Statue!"

After saying this, he sat in silence, focusing on restoring his Qi Force, and thoroughly purging the alcohol from his body.

Wang Zihao suddenly stood up, picked up the long saber from the stool next to him and huffed, "If you have the guts, follow me to a fight to the death!"

After saying this, he carried the saber in his right hand and marched proudly toward the Black Turtle Statue.

Yet, the crowd's gaze remained fixed on the unmoving Xu Hao, ignoring him.

By the time Wang Zihao reached the statue, he realized this and nearly spewed a mouthful of old blood in anger.

He had already stepped forward to fight, but why were the people still only focused on Xu Hao?

When Wang Zihao reached the statue, Xu Hao slowly rose, holding a cup of wine in his left hand, swaying as he walked toward the statue.

Jiang Xuezhun hastily asked, "Husband, are you sure you can do this?"

Xu Hao turned his head, waved his hand, and grinned, "How can a man admit he can't do it? Don't worry, Wang Zihao is no match for me."

Upon reaching the statue, Xu Hao swayed and said, "Wang Zihao, please go ahead."

"Hmph! Today, I will make you wish you were never born!"

With a cold snort, Wang Zihao brandished his saber, making a slicing strike!

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At this moment, on the roof of a building in the estate, not far from the statue, the unkempt elder had indeed come again.

He took a sip of wine from his flask, wiped his mouth with his tattered sleeve, and chuckled, "Damn, the kid's not bad, actually managed to master Drunken Fist. It's just that I wonder which kind of Drunken Fist it is. If it's that impractical Drunken Eight Immortals, I definitely need to give him some lessons. Lu Zhishen's Drunken Fist is the most practical, every move is solidly impactful, that kind of fighting is truly satisfying!"

He took another sip and then glanced at Wu Kui, murmuring, "Haven't seen this young lad in many years. When I first met him, he was just a little brat, and his dad had to eat dust behind my arse. Time flies, and now he's grown up to be a middle stage Grandmaster, although still pretty lousy, but not too bad. I remember his family has some five-hundred-year-old fine wine, might as well swipe some to taste."

He looked at Zhou Talang and others, muttering, "But these young lads just don't make the cut. Damn it, you've been practicing martial arts for so many years, can't you show a bit of mettle? None of you will fight with Little Xu; who is he supposed to spar with, me? I'm afraid I might accidentally kill him in one move, and then his old man would chase me to the Ends of the Earth."

The disheveled elder critiqued Wu Kui and the others, suddenly remarking, "No, this isn't right, the waters of Huadu aren't muddy enough. Those few old fellows are just sitting back and enjoying the show, which isn't good. I need to drag them into this mess too."

He looked at Xu Hao and chuckled, "Kid, you've been having a blast these days, haven't you? Surrounded by beauties, enjoying tasty food and fun times, but your good days are over. You can't go on , or you'll ruin yourself!"