Chapter 1342: Clash of Pure Power

ad just finished speaking when Liu Qing stood up, his face ashen. "Dad," he said grimly, "today's matter is a failure on my part. Give me a chance to redeem myself, let me lead my brothers back and re...Just now, with true energy supporting him, it wasn't a big deal. But now that his true energy was leaking, Qing She could feel waves of heat constantly rushing towards every part of her body.

The green snake felt incredibly uncomfortable all over. Eighty-five degree liquor, this way of drinking, she couldn't stand it. After barely finishing a bottle, her whole face turned red. Now the green snake was swaying and had already gotten slightly drunk.

And most fatally, it was the relentless alcohol churning within her. Wave after wave of heat washed over her, making her feel as if she were inside a furnace. She was on the verge of breaking down.

With a rip, the Green Snake suddenly tore a corner off her tight-fitting vest, revealing the smooth jade-like skin beneath. The eyes of the Ninth Division's soldiers shone with amazement, and as they looked at the Green Snake again, their gazes were lost in a daze, clearly indicating that she wasn't finished with her actions.

What is she doing Is she doing a striptease Though the Green Snake isn't some stunning beauty, her petite figure and tiny waist are curvaceous and alluring. For a moment, all the men in the Ninth Squad were staring at her, wishing they could take her apart piece by piece.

"Stop, Green Snake!"

A cold and sharp shout echoed, which made the green serpent, who was already on the verge of going mad with rage, tremble all over.

Although she was somewhat disoriented, this deep-seated voice, ingrained in her very being, immediately brought back a sliver of reason. Her hands, tearing at her clothes, instinctively stopped.

After finishing the rest of the wine, then raise your mind and use your mental power to resist the effects of alcohol.

Yan Wuque coldly uttered, his voice not loud, yet to Qing She's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Even though he's already like this, the captain still wants him to drink more.

Looking at the captain's determined expression and Liuqin's disdainful look, Bi She gritted her teeth and, just as Yan Wuque had said, she really drank the rest of the bottle in one go.

Just because this was the captain's order, even if she risked her life, she didn't want to disobey the captain's wishes.

This time the green snake only felt a burning sensation like knives stabbing inside her, she could barely even feel her own existence. This wine was too strong, she truly admired their captain for being able to finish four bottles without any problems.

Her cultivation level was naturally inferior to that of the Captain and Tie Xiong, and she couldn't simply tear off her clothes like Tie Xiong to cool down.

Therefore, she had no choice but to immediately sit down with her legs crossed, close her eyes, and silently practiced her kung fu. She struggled hard, although her skill was limited, it did help her to offset some of the drunkenness.

Qing Snake's current posture was rather unladylike, but for the sake of not falling drunk immediately, she didn't care so much.

Yan Wuque looked at the Qing Snake with a cold eye, his eyes almost burning with fire.

So far today, I haven't gained any advantage at all. Instead, I've been beaten by Ye Fan and his group relentlessly, leaving me with no strength to fight back.

Now, the way Qing Snake looks is quite pathetic. It would be impossible for Yan Wuque to do this.

Even if he passed out on the spot, he would never submit to Ye Fan. That's the difference between men and women; sometimes, a man's pride is even more important than his life.

"Young Master Yan, it seems your people aren't very capable. Are you even going to try"

Ye Fan looked at Yan Wuque, who was silent as a grave, and chuckled.

"Bi, why not compare" Yan Wuque asked rhetorically. "To enhance our revelry, how about we add some spice"

Ye Fan smiled. Yan Wuque must be losing his composure, eager to turn things around.

However, since they have already debuted, he can't back down, can he

"How does Young Master Yan want to play"

"Playing dice is too crass, how about we settle this with a drinking duel" Yan Wuxie looked at Ye Fan with a challenging gaze.

Ye Fan chuckled, "Losing at dice isn't considered bad taste This is the first I've heard of that. If it wasn't for Yan Wuxue losing two hands to me just now, he wouldn't have said something like that."

"What kind of martial arts are you talking about, Young Master Yan" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes. He wanted to see what tricks Yan Wuxue was trying to pull on him.

"It's simple, we each pick someone to represent us. The most direct way is for you to punch me and I punch you back, going all out. We count the number of steps each person takes back, one step equals one bottle of alcohol. How about it, Ye Shao You haven't played this before, right It's exciting, dare to play"

Yan Wujue seemed to be afraid that Ye Fan would not accept his challenge, so he intentionally used words to provoke Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a different kind of wisdom. This way of playing was indeed stimulating, purely seeking death. It seemed that Yan Wuque was eager to regain face and didn't hesitate to let the people below suffer a few more punches.

"In that case, if someone who is being targeted doesn't take a step back at all, then there's no need to drink."

Ye Fan smiled, this bet sounded novel, but he wasn't afraid. His Paiyunquan and Qianjin Zhuigong had reached the realm of transformation. He believed that even if Yan Wuque himself made a move, he would have confidence in defeating him head-on.

"That's right, but these are just childish tricks. I think Ye Shao and I shouldn't participate, right We should just drink, leaving some opportunities for the younger generation. What do you think, Ye Shao"

Yan Wuque had an old-fashioned air, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Ye Fan.

"Oh, Young Master Yan has such a refined taste. Then I'll just have to accompany the gentleman with my life." Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Yan Wuque. He had already drunk four bottles of wine, but he didn't care. Would he still be afraid of him

On my side, besides me, there was only Fatty and Liuqin left. This kind of fighting method was clearly not suitable for Liuqin, so it could only be Fatty's turn to fight.

Ye Fan looked at the fat man with a smile, fortunately this little fat man had thick skin and flesh, he should be able to take a beating.

The fat man felt uncomfortable being stared at by Ye Fan. He cursed in his heart, this Yan Wuque actually came up with such a mean trick, he was clearly targeting Fatty me.

But, when it came down to it, he had no choice but to agree. He threw the chicken leg in his hand away and said, "Alright, for such an exciting competition, let Old Fat get the ball rolling."

Yan Wuque saw Ye Fan indeed followed his path, a cold sneer in his heart. This time, it was a pure strength showdown. Ye Fan would still die at his hands.

After the fat man finished speaking, Yan Wuque nodded towards Tie Xiong. Tie Xiong was fuming with anger. Seeing his captain's hint, he stood up without a word and glared at the fat man with blazing eyes.e from the ground and then flung it fiercely at the surface of a large bluestone on his right. The stone collided with the surface, making a crisp sound. At the same time, his body suddenly leaned to...