Chapter 798: Drinking Is Serious Business

WOOOOOM!

A brilliant golden light descended upon the arena, and a moment later, Dion Dulcoria appeared in the center of the battlefield.

His elegant black-and-burgundy combat attire fluttered gently, while his tilted wide-brimmed hat partially concealed his mischievous violet eyes.

He held a wine gourd in one hand.

And naturally, the first thing he did was take a generous drink. "Gulp... Gulp... Aaaah!"

Dion wiped his mouth before smiling happily. "Wonderful! Nothing beats a good drink before some exercise!"

Surrounding him were nine imposing figures, three representatives from each opposing faction.

Among them were divine-bloodline warriors, battle-hardened generals, and powerful guardians wielding sacred weapons.

Their divine auras filled the entire arena.

However, their expressions became increasingly strange as they watched Dion sway unsteadily.

A muscular warrior carrying an enormous halberd frowned. "Is that bastard... drunk?"

A beautiful silver-haired woman with crystalline horns crossed her arms. "Don’t underestimate him. His predecessors eliminated twenty-one of our companions."

A golden-armored guardian nodded solemnly. "Regardless of his appearance, we must remain cautious."

Dion suddenly raised his gourd toward them. "Ahahaha! Greetings, everyone! Would anyone care for a drink before we begin?"

The halberd warrior’s expression darkened. "SHUT UP, DRUNKARD!"

BOOOOOOM!

He immediately charged, swinging his enormous weapon toward Dion’s head.

However, Dion suddenly stumbled sideways. "Hic! Whoops!"

SWOOOOSH!

The halberd missed him by inches.

Before the warrior could recover, Dion accidentally appeared to trip over his own foot.

BANG!

His elbow struck the warrior’s abdomen.

"UGH!"

The enormous man staggered backward.

Dion blinked innocently. "Oh? Sorry, my friend! These legs aren’t behaving today!"

The warrior snarled. "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"

Dion merely chuckled and took another sip.

Meanwhile, three representatives exchanged glances before attacking simultaneously.

[Divine Frost: Thousand Crystal Blades!]

[War Legion Art: Crimson Execution!]

[Sacred Judgment: Golden Chains!]

BOOOOOOM!

A terrifying combination of freezing blades, crimson sword energy, and divine chains swept across the battlefield.

Dion’s eyes flickered beneath his hat. "Hehehe... Quite an enthusiastic welcome."

Suddenly, his body became extraordinarily flexible.

[Phantom Wine Assimilation!]

An invisible current of divine wine flowed from the special storage space within his body, merging directly with his muscles and nerves.

His movements became even more unpredictable.

SWISH! SWOOSH!

Dion bent backward at an impossible angle, avoiding the crimson blade while simultaneously stepping between two golden chains.

He spun sideways, allowing the crystalline projectiles to pass harmlessly beside him.

Then he casually raised his gourd. "Gulp!"

The silver-haired woman stared in disbelief. "HE’S DRINKING WHILE DODGING?!"

Dion smiled. "My dear lady, drinking is serious business!"

He suddenly slipped beneath her guard.

[Wandering Wine Palm!]

BANG!

His palm struck her shoulder.

The woman staggered backward, but her crystalline armor successfully absorbed most of the impact.

Dion raised an eyebrow. "Ohhh! That’s some impressive protection!"

Unfortunately, the halberd warrior had already recovered.

[War Legion Art: Heaven-Splitting Halberd!]

BAAAAAANG!

His weapon descended toward Dion with tremendous force.

Dion raised one finger. "One moment, please!"

[Titan Wine Assimilation!]

His physique suddenly became denser, his muscles filling with extraordinary strength.

CLAAAAANG!

Dion caught the halberd’s shaft with one hand.

The warrior’s eyes widened. "WHAT?!"

Dion grinned. "Hehehe! Much better!"

He twisted his wrist and pulled.

BOOOOM!

The warrior lost his balance, stumbling directly toward him.

Dion delivered a short punch into his chest.

[Drunken Immortal Fist: Wine Barrel Crusher!]

BAAAAAANG!

The warrior’s armor shattered, and his enormous body crashed into the ground.

[Representative Eliminated]

"One down!" Dion announced cheerfully, raising his wine gourd.

However, the remaining eight opponents had no intention of allowing him to celebrate.

A golden-armored guardian and a black-robed swordsman charged forward together.

Meanwhile, two divine-bloodline warriors unleashed powerful elemental attacks from opposite directions.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Dion was forced backward beneath their relentless assault.

Several attacks struck his body, tearing his clothing and leaving bloody wounds across his shoulders.

"Ow! Ow! Gentlemen, please!" Dion complained, staggering backward. "This outfit was expensive!"

The black-robed swordsman sneered. "Then stop fooling around!"

Dion glanced at his damaged sleeve before sighing dramatically. "Such terrible manners..."

He took another drink.

[Iron Mountain Wine Assimilation!]

His divine body hardened considerably.

[Golden Vitality Wine Assimilation!]

A soothing warmth spread through his injuries, accelerating their recovery.

The golden guardian immediately noticed the change. "His wounds are healing!"

The black-robed swordsman narrowed his eyes. "That wine... It’s strengthening him!"

Dion wagged one finger. "Ahahaha! Not just strengthening, my friend!"

He suddenly disappeared from their sight.

[Thunderbrew Wine Assimilation!]

CRAAAAACK!

His movements accelerated dramatically.

The guardian barely managed to raise his shield before Dion appeared beside him.

BANG! BANG!

Two rapid punches struck the shield.

The guardian gritted his teeth, successfully blocking both.

However, Dion abruptly lowered himself into an awkward crouch. "Oops! Almost fell!"

His leg swept beneath the guardian’s defenses.

CRACK!

The man’s knee buckled.

Before he could recover, Dion struck his exposed chest with an open palm.

BAAAAAANG!

The guardian crashed into the ground.

[Representative Eliminated]

The black-robed swordsman immediately attacked from behind.

[Shadow Sword Art: Hundredfold Slaughter!]

Countless sword shadows descended toward Dion.

However, Dion’s drunken smile suddenly disappeared.

[Soul-Sobering Wine Assimilation!]

His violet eyes became extraordinarily sharp.

Every sword movement, every shift in balance, and every opening appeared clearly within his perception.

Dion calmly tilted his head.

Then he stepped forward.

BANG!

His fingers struck the swordsman’s wrist.

CRACK!

The man’s blade slipped from his grasp.

Dion caught his collar and delivered a devastating knee strike.

BAAAAAANG!

[Representative Eliminated]

The remaining six opponents immediately retreated.

For the first time, genuine fear appeared in their expressions.

The silver-haired woman clenched her fists. "This isn’t ordinary drunken martial arts!"

A divine general frowned. "His physical abilities keep changing! Strength, speed, durability, regeneration..."

Another warrior suddenly realized something. "He’s using different wines to modify his body!"

Dion’s cheerful smile returned. "Hehehe! Correct! Congratulations! You’ve figured out my little secret!"

He raised his gourd. "Unfortunately, knowing the ingredients doesn’t mean you can survive the recipe!"

The six remaining opponents exchanged grim looks before launching their strongest combined assault.

[Divine Bloodline Art: Crystal Dragon Descent!]

[War Legion Art: Thousand Spears Formation!]

[Sacred Authority: Heavenly Suppression!]

KABOOOOOOOM!

The entire arena trembled.

A gigantic crystalline dragon descended from above, countless divine spears converged from every direction, and overwhelming sacred pressure restricted Dion’s movements.

For once, Dion couldn’t simply dodge.

His expression became slightly serious. "Well, well... That’s quite troublesome."

He casually placed his gourd against his lips. "Gulp... Gulp..."

[Triple Wine Blend!]

[Titan Wine + Phantom Wine + Thunderbrew Wine!]

WOOOOOOM!

Three different enhancements merged throughout his divine body.

His muscles became stronger, his movements more flexible, and his reaction speed increased tremendously.

However, combining three powerful divine wines placed considerable strain on his physique.

Dion grinned. "Ahahaha! Time for the main course!"

[Thousand Cup Staggering Dance!]

BOOOOOOM!

He suddenly accelerated, weaving through the incoming attacks with bizarre, unpredictable movements.

A spear grazed his cheek.

Another pierced his shoulder.

But Dion continued advancing.

He reached the first divine-bloodline warrior and struck directly beneath the man’s ribs.

BAAAAAANG!

[Representative Eliminated]

Without stopping, Dion twisted sideways and caught another opponent’s wrist.

He spun the man around, using his own momentum to throw him directly into a nearby divine spear formation.

BOOOOOOM!

[Representative Eliminated]

The silver-haired woman immediately transformed into a magnificent crystalline dragon, descending toward Dion with terrifying force.

Dion looked upward and sighed. "Ahhh... Such a beautiful dragon. What a shame!"

He bent his knees and concentrated his enhanced strength into both legs.

[Heaven-Kicking Drunkard!]

KABOOOOOM!

His devastating kick struck the dragon’s lower jaw.

The enormous creature’s head snapped upward before its body crashed violently into the arena.

[Representative Eliminated]

Silence descended upon the battlefield.

Six opponents had been eliminated!

Only three remained.

Dion landed unsteadily, his clothing torn and several injuries visible across his body.

The combined wine enhancements were already fading.

However, instead of celebrating, he simply adjusted his crooked hat and took another sip. "Ahahaha! Wonderful! What a delightful drinking party!"

The final three representatives stared at him with grim expressions.

Meanwhile, the opposing candidates had completely lost their earlier confidence.

The silver-robed woman clenched her fists. "Six... He defeated six of them already?"

The crimson-armored candidate growled. "DAMN IT! What kind of ridiculous system produces fighters like this?!"

The golden-crowned elder remained silent, carefully studying Dion’s wine gourd.

Meanwhile, Dion glanced toward the remaining three opponents and smiled mischievously. "Well, gentlemen... and ladies..."

He raised his gourd in a cheerful toast. "Shall we enjoy one last round?"