Chapter 958 - 795: Scrap Warship Power System

Chapter 958: Chapter 795: Scrap Warship Power System

Chun kept pushing on, chugging twenty bottles in one breath, his vision and screen completely blurred, but he still wasn’t drunk. He just couldn’t lift his hand anymore.

Holy Shit, how many bottles are left? What a waste if these go unfinished. I need to call someone in to help me drink! According to the competition rules, if a player is in a long-term petrified state and loses combat capability, it’s considered an automatic loss, right?

Chun shouted, "Ooga ooga booga~~~~"

Ah, I can’t even speak clearly now!?

All the players in the arena clearly understood Chun’s intention, drawing swords and shooting arrows, unleashing a barrage of attacks, a flood of system notifications hitting the screen!

No...

Oh, never mind... just let it be.

Yet, seeing his energy shield holding firm with hardly any damage, Chun felt at a loss. How long will it take to kill me? I want to start the next round soon.

Never mind, I’ve already glimpsed the Creator God’s rules, gotta seize the opportunity. Maybe the trigger is during Yatnass’s 30-minute delay, and it could be gone after this period. Any exposed Divine Skills, use them when needed!

Activate Cursed Crow!

——System Notification: Please select the target of the curse or curse the entire field within the area.

Curse the entire field!

Then, though his hand couldn’t lift the bottle, pressing the gun button was no problem; anyway, drunk or not, missing the shot wouldn’t be disgraceful. No, firing drunk, that’s drunken romance, that’s a different form of dignity.

I’m gonna explode in the middle...

Finally, with a wild bombardment, the arena falls silent!

——System Notification: Congratulations! You have won the match, earning 235 kill points and achieving the Battle Royale achievement "The Last One," receiving additional bonus points: 50 points.

——System Notification: Would you like to start the next match?

Ha, these points, feeling good.

Time is tight, start!

...

Ten Lords Chat Group.

The second professional team match begins. Unfortunately, the Star Battle Team from China District faces the professional team led by Metatron.

Metatron still refrained from attacking, as the tactics had been run through the wargaming system offline 10,000 times, like playing chess against AI, everything going according to AI’s steps. The Star Battle Team was caught off guard, starting off poorly, losing important members, even the numbers, making Metatron’s intervention unnecessary.

This battle has indeed let the Ten Lords open with an extraordinary display of power, the chat group watching Chun gleefully.

Compared to Metatron’s truly noble demeanor of being calm and immovable, Chun’s wild performance of spinning around with Tapioca Burn seemed more like a clown act.

Sela couldn’t help but be amazed: "Although he’s a clown, being able to drink 20 bottles is unbelievable."

Gabriel, having his Peace Elite Team in Oak City lose to Curry, in a bad mood: "Sela, your attention on him far exceeds your normal levels, have you fallen in love with him?"

Sela sprayed a mouthful of tea: "What disgusting nonsense are you blabbering? What are my normal levels?"

Gabriel sneered: "Your normal levels imply your attention on a man doesn’t exceed one minute."

Sela angrily replied: "I might have to spend the next two or three days with him to study him and set up the NPC accurately. Once the incident is over, see if my attention on him exceeds one minute!"

Just then, Chun suddenly unleashed a big move, causing all players to go uncontrollably toward him, engulfed by his cannon fire!

The Ten Lords were shocked again: "His god-blaspheming skill can also attack in a large area?"

Sela snorted: "So he’s trying hard to prove that his skills are connected with drinking."

Sariel scoffed: "His combat mode was always supposed to be crashing around in a wheelchair and bombarding wildly, but he thought it wasn’t elegant enough, couldn’t keep up the pretense, and decided to rely on drinking instead."

Sela laughed: "Makes sense."

At that moment, Metatron chuckled: "Boss, got some good news, the Fourth Prince has sent over the scrapped power plant from the stolen repair shipyard; I’ll go receive it shortly."

The Ten Lords cheered: "We can finally build our own warship!"

Michael was immensely pleased: "The Fourth Prince and Specialist Smith certainly didn’t let me down! Didn’t expect the Fourth Prince to be quite reliable in his tasks."

Raymir grumbled: "Send me a red envelope; if not for me diverting customs, this batch wouldn’t have gotten out of the old world!"

Metatron laughed: "To celebrate Raymir’s first words in the chat group, everyone send a red envelope!"

Gabriel grumbled: "Mei, clearly it should be you sending a big red envelope, telling us to all send one just saves you money, right?"

Metatron laughed: "It’s for our shared interests! Once I build my warship, our Five Cities can explore the Sea of Creation."

Samuel huffed: "That’s your Five Cities’ business, I don’t gain anything, I’m not sending it."

Michael chuckled: "That’s the value of Raymir guarding the customs; it’s worth sending, I’ll start with a big one."

Metatron sighed: "Unfortunately, these are the first batch of warships ruined by Boss and Uriel brushing up records; only counts as second-tier power."

Michael laughed: "Precisely because it’s second-tier, there’s a chance of stealing them out. If it were first-tier, don’t even think about it..."

Gabriel couldn’t help but throw cold water on it: "Boss, I still feel it’s off, even as second-tier, it seems too easy, doesn’t it?"

Raymir scoffed: "Easy? I used 200,000 Privilege Points!"

Gabriel said: "I mean now that the Golden Divine Throne is in wartime status, transport controls are extremely strict, some hotel aristocrats don’t even supply luxury items, in such conditions, transporting a large component..."

Metatron laughed: "You really don’t get mechanics, of course it’s broken down into parts for transport! How is that difficult?"

Michael said sternly: "Regardless, Mei should be cautious receiving, avoid rushing to the shipyard."

Metatron laughed: "Rest assured, I’ll send it directly to Tifa’s basement; her workshop is essentially a repair yard already."

Sela laughed: "Look, Chun’s next match has started."

Gabriel sneers: "You should focus on pulling the sled..."

...

Chun’s next match begins.

Drunken state cleared, once again ears and eyes clear.

The first thing is to check the Divine Domain, ha, still there! Come to think of it, these two drinking sessions added 3 points to the drinking value here in the arena, meaning I can drink 3 more bottles!

At this moment, the entire field of players cheers again: "It’s Chun!"

"Brother Chun, catch!"

"Mr. Chun, we also have wine!"

Hahaha~~

This time, Chun needs to call out properly, immediately speaking to the Chinese player who just threw the wine: "Come to me, when I drink to the point where my hand can’t move, help me drink, make sure I get drunk!"

The player was overwhelmed: "Brother Chun, have a mighty capacity!"