Chapter 938

Yue Moli narrowed her eyes slightly, her signature bright smile fading, and her gaze carrying a bit more sharpness.

With a loud bang of "Boom", Xu Tian and Hu Xiaofeng's palms collided. Hu Xiaofeng's figure didn't move a muscle, but Xu Tian retreated seven or eight steps before standing firm.

Who won and who lost was clear in one palm.

Xu Tian's expression was calm, but he sighed lightly in his heart.

The strength of this special-tier hunter was indeed unfathomable.

He could use four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds and win with speed when dealing with hunters below the first tier, but when facing these powerful experts, there was no room for any trickery.

If he didn't borrow alcohol to enter a drunken state, wanting to defeat Hu Xiaofeng was simply a fantasy.

Zeng Rou received the Thorn Emperor's instruction and was waiting for the right moment to interrupt the match on the arena.

But she stared in disbelief when she saw Xu Tian being pushed back by Hu Xiaofeng's palm.

That lecher was indeed hateful, but he was the Wolf King after all; how could he not even take a palm from Hu Xiaofeng?

At this moment, there was also a commotion under the stage.

"Is Xu Tian asking for humiliation? He could have honestly admitted defeat, and no one would laugh at him, but this kid insisted on being a hero!"

"He can't even take a palm from Hu Xiaofeng, yet he wants to challenge Hu Xiaofeng and Hu Tianqi at the same time; it's simply laughable!"

"Maybe he's doing this to maintain his face. Anyway, he can't beat either of them, so now it's two against one. Even if he loses ugly, he'll have an excuse that he lost because he was fighting two people at once. This kid's plan is really clever!"

"Looking at it this way, Xu Tian is indeed quite smart. Anyway, he's just a fourth-tier hunter; no matter how miserably he loses, no one will think he's embarrassing, after all, his opponents are special-tier hunters with innate talent like Hu Xiaofeng and Hu Tianqi..."

The crowd discussed heatedly. Some felt Xu Tian was slippery, some felt he was smart, and even those jealous of him hoped Hu Xiaofeng would teach him a lesson, preferably beating him until he was injured or crippled, so he couldn't show off in the future.

Hu Xiaofeng stood on the spot, his cold gaze carrying disdain.

"You were so arrogant; I thought you had some trump card, but it turned out to be just as I imagined—vulnerable. Just by relying on you, you also want to compete with me and my senior brother? It seems the disciples under Old Su are all just blowhards who only know how to shout, not a single one worth mentioning!"

Mentioning the disciples under Old Su, Hu Xiaofeng was full of superiority.

"Even Yun Mufeng was a loser under Senior Brother Hexian's hands, and the remaining shrimp soldiers and crab generals are even less worth mentioning. I think Old Su should stop taking disciples in the future, lest he lose face!"

"It's not over yet; who is the one losing face is not certain." Facing Hu Xiaofeng's verbal provocation, Xu Tian laughed instead of getting angry, and at the same time took out the small wine pot from the secret pocket inside his jacket.

Seeing him reach into his pocket, everyone subconsciously thought he was going to use some hidden weapon to launch a sneak attack, and even the host old man shouted to stop him.

"Xu Tian, the martial arts tournament does not allow the use of any weapons, including hidden weapons. If you violate the rules, you will be severely punished. Don't ruin your future because of one martial arts tournament!"

The old man was convinced that Xu Tian's wine pot must contain hidden weapons, or at the very least, some kind of poison.

Xu Tian was surprised by the old man's fuss. What kind of hidden weapon could fit in this tiny wine pot? Even if there was poison inside, could he pry open Hu Xiaofeng's mouth and pour it in?

He didn't explain to the host old man immediately but unscrewed the cap of the wine pot and drank the white liquor inside in one breath.

"What is he drinking?"

"I seem to smell alcohol..."

"That's a wine pot! It must be filled with liquor!"

"What kind of operation is drinking on the arena? Or is he afraid of being beaten to death by Hu Xiaofeng on stage, so he's drinking some good wine to prepare for the road?"

"Hahahaha..."

The crowd under the stage burst into laughter, all feeling that Xu Tian's behavior was very ridiculous.

They had seen hundreds or thousands of matches, and Xu Tian was the first person to drink on the arena to build up his courage.

Seeing Xu Tian take out the wine pot, the Thorn Emperor's eyes flashed, seeming to think of something, and her expression became inscrutable.

Old Su, also sitting in the VIP seating area, was anxious. This kid was too reckless; even if he wanted to drink, he couldn't drink on the arena!

As a bounty hunter, he should have abstained from alcohol in the first place.

There were countless examples of drinking ruining work, and he had also warned Xu Tian not to let himself degenerate for the sake of appetite.

He didn't expect Xu Tian not only to ignore his teachings but also to bring the wine pot onto the arena and drink it openly. Being so reckless of the consequences, what kind of decorum was this?

The moment the strong liquor entered his mouth, Xu Tian could no longer hear the voices of the crowd under the stage.

He only felt his whole body burning, and his temples felt like they were about to explode with pain.

After a few seconds, his originally clear eyes became wild; the originally calm lake water turned into a tsunami sweeping with gale and dark currents under the effect of the alcohol.

Xu Tian shook his head; although he still felt a bit dizzy, the initial headache had eased a lot.

Everyone under the stage knew that this person was already drunk, and even his footsteps were a bit unsteady.

But it hadn't even been a minute...

So easily drunk, yet still learning to drink like a family member?

"He is not suitable to stay on the arena anymore; stop the match immediately!"

Old Su stood up and said to the host old man.

The old man shook his head upon hearing this.

"According to the rules of the martial arts tournament, drinking on the arena is not prohibited."

"The contestant himself has not announced forfeiture, so the match must continue!"

Although this was only an internal competition of Xuanwu Villa, every contestant who signed up had to abide by the tournament's regulations, even Old Su's disciples were no exception.

As long as Xu Tian didn't forfeit and didn't get off the arena, Old Su had no right to interfere with the progress of the match, let alone forcibly terminate it.

Old Su stared at Xu Tian on the stage with a gloomy expression, finally sighed long, and sat back down with a livid face.

"Heh, since you want to look for death, then I'll fulfill your wish!"

Hu Xiaofeng looked at Xu Tian, who was full of alcohol, and hooked a cruel smile.

In the next second, he flashed in front of Xu Tian.

The match continued. Since Xu Tian didn't admit defeat, his dealing a lethal blow didn't violate the rules either; even if he beat Xu Tian to death on the arena, he only needed to explain afterward that it wasn't intentional.

"Go to hell!" He made a mouth shape at Xu Tian, who was half-closing his eyes, full of provocation.

Then he raised his palm and slapped it fiercely toward Xu Tian's chest.

As everyone knew, the chest area was very fragile, and because it was close to the heart, if such a vital part was hit by a palm, even if he didn't die, he would become a vegetable, spending the rest of his life in bed.

"Xu Tian, be careful!" Liu Shasha and others watching the match under the stage were shocked, shouting at the stage with all their might.