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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.

He was a renowned warrior, a scion of the Yan family, one of the top ten families in Yanjing. Now, he couldn\'t even handle a drunken security guard. If this were to spread, how could he continue to exist in the circles of Yanjing?

"Bastard! I don\'t believe I can\'t kill you, you drunkard!"

Yan Feipeng clenched his teeth, struggling to climb up from the ground, and swallowed a pill.

As the pill took effect, he felt a majestic power surging within him. His eyes turned even more crimson, emanating a chilling killing intent.

Whoosh!

Like a gust of wind, he instantly appeared in front of Wang Chao, his fight knife as fast as lightning, carrying tremendous force, slashing towards Wang Chao.

"Oh, there\'s wine here too! Good, come and drink!"

Wang Chao, still in a drunken state, fell to the side.

However, in that fall, he narrowly avoided Yan Feipeng\'s fatal blow.

"Bastard, I don\'t believe you can dodge a few more times!"

Yan Feipeng\'s eyes grew even more furious as he attacked again. This time, he exerted his full strength, employing various knife techniques, pouring them all onto Wang Chao.

However, it was completely useless.

Wang Chao appeared as though he would collapse at any moment, swaying and stumbling, but he managed to evade all of Yan Feipeng\'s attacks.

"Come, let\'s drink!"

At the same time, he danced with his hands and feet, seemingly without any technique, yet his fists managed to break through Yan Feipeng\'s blade network, landing on his body.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than fifty moves.

Every attack from Yan Feipeng was evaded, either hacking into the elevator or the walls.

Meanwhile, with every sway and stumble, Wang Chao\'s fists always found their mark on Yan Feipeng\'s body.

"This... is Drunken Fist?"

Shen Bing stood by, dumbfounded, watching their battle.

She had initially thought that Wang Chao would be defenseless in his intoxicated state. But now, it seemed that while his combat ability might not match his normal state, it was still formidable.

Observing Wang Chao\'s chaotic and unorthodox punching and footwork, the words "Drunken Fist" immediately flashed in her mind.

When she was a child, especially when she watched kung fu films starring Jackie Chan and Jet Li, Drunken Fist often appeared.

At that time, she always found Drunken Fist to be incredibly cool.

However, as she grew older and experienced various ups and downs in life, witnessing many men go crazy after getting drunk, she came to realize that Drunken Fist was nothing more than a manifestation of alcohol-induced madness.

She never expected to witness Wang Chao employing Drunken Fist today.

Although Wang Chao\'s movements seemed chaotic and uncoordinated, he was able to dodge fatal attacks and strike Yan Feipeng from incredibly unexpected angles, catching him off guard and rendering him unable to defend.

This martial art left her stunned.

Boom!

In their final exchange, Wang Chao leaned forward, his fists akin to two dragons plunging into the sea, brimming with boundless strength as they slammed into Yan Feipeng\'s chest.

The immense force sent Yan Feipeng flying more than ten meters away, shattering over a dozen ribs. He coughed up large amounts of blood, his face deathly pale.

Yan Feipeng gritted his teeth, still attempting to struggle to his feet.

However, this time, he couldn\'t get up anymore. The searing pain in his chest, as if his internal organs had shattered, caused him to continuously cough up blood.

In the end, he closed his eyes and collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

"Good wine, good wine! Cen Xun, Yuandanqiu, hurry up and drink! Don\'t stop, keep drinking! Hahaha!!!"

Wang Chao\'s face flushed red as he continued to sway, but he laughed heartily, exhibiting an air of being drunk and crazy.

Then, he grabbed the unconscious young man and exited the elevator. "Hey, brother, why did you collapse? Did you drink too much?"

"You... You can\'t do this. Come, let\'s keep drinking."

After saying that, he pried open the young man\'s mouth, adopting a posture as if holding a wine cup, and poured into the young man\'s mouth.

He was pouring into thin air!

Shen Bing\'s face turned dark as she witnessed this scene.

It appeared that Wang Chao was not using Drunken Fist earlier; he was actually drunk. However, his body\'s instinctual response sensed the danger and engaged in combat with Yan Feipeng.

"Come on, brother, drink! Get up and drink!"

Wang Chao continued to pat the young man\'s face, urging him to drink.

Under his patting, the young man regained consciousness.

"Bastard, let go of me!"

When he saw Wang Chao\'s drunken face, he was startled, especially when he noticed Wang Chao holding his mouth shut. His eyes instantly turned cold, and he fiercely punched toward Wang Chao\'s eyes.

Boom!

Before the young man\'s fist could reach Wang Chao, Shen Bing had already approached and kicked the young man, almost rendering him unconscious.

"Hey, brother, wake up, let\'s drink!"

After the young man fell into a stupor, Wang Chao patted his face and his eyes became even more intoxicated.

"He\'s really not in good shape."

Shen Bing shook her head and quickly helped Wang Chao up, placing his right hand on her right shoulder. "Let\'s go, I\'ll take you for a drink."

"Okay, okay! Huh? You are not a brother, you are a sister! You smell so nice!!"

Wang Chao leaned against Shen Bing, took a deep breath, and wore a radiant smile. "This scent is so pleasant."

"Really?" Shen Bing\'s heart was filled with joy.

Wang Chao nodded, his drunken state apparent. "Yes, it\'s just like a friend I know. It smells exactly the same and is so comforting. We\'ve gone out to sea together before and even went diving together."

"She was so attractive underwater, like a mermaid. It made my heart race."