Ling Chen downed a pot of strong liquor, his face quickly flushed as red as a monkey's bottom, burning hot.
At the same time, Ling Chen's gaze became slightly dazed, as the effects of the alcohol began to take hold.
The next moment, the dwarf elder again thrust his Bamboo Sword forward, a sword swaying unsteadily, yet at the same time immensely powerful.
However, at this very moment, Ling Chen, in a slightly bewildered state, saw the trajectory of the opponent's sword quite clearly. The corner of Ling Chen's mouth lifted into a curve, and he too, like the dwarf elder, staggered and wobbled as he wielded his sword.
Clang!
The paths of the two swords were completely different, yet they collided in the end, the two swords meeting with sparks flying.
