Chapter 1693
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"I understand … Ye Wanwan probably thinks she'll lose without a doubt, but as Elder Gong's disciple, it wouldn't be good for her to surrender to Elder Lei He's disciple. She'll lose anyway, so she might as well fight one against two. If she really loses, she can say it's Elder Lei He's disciple fighting two against one. Not only will Ye Wanwan not be humiliated, but she'll also be proud!"
"That's reasonable, but Ye Wanwan is a D-rank mercenary to begin with, so it's reasonable even if she loses to an S-rank mercenary, right …?"
As they spoke, Meng Ke disdainfully glanced at Ye Wanwan. "Just who gave you the courage to act so insolently in front of me with your measly strength? Seriously, none of Elder Gong's disciples are worth looking at … All of Worriless Nie's records were broken by Senior Sister Linglong, and the remaining disciples were either killed or heavily injured … Heh, how pitiful."
"Is that so?"
A cold glint flashed through Ye Wanwan's eyes as she stared at Meng Ke. A second later, she took out the wine gourd hanging from her waist.
Everyone was bewildered by Ye Wanwan's strange actions.
"Contestant No. 8, I need to remind you that hidden weapons are prohibited in a martial competition, including poison, acid, and poisonous powder!"
Soon, the referee stood below the stage and coldly shouted at Ye Wanwan.
In the referee's opinion, there might be some secret in Ye Wanwan's wine gourd. What if it was poisonous powder or acid …
Ye Wanwan: What a rich imagination …
Ye Wanwan ignored the referee. After she took out her gourd, she placed it in her mouth, and half of the highly concentrated cocktail was poured down her throat.
"What is she doing …? Drinking? What does that mean? "
"Hahaha, is she going to fight drunkenly …?"
"As the saying goes, alcohol strengthens a coward's courage!"
In the VIP seats, Lord Asura's brows furrowed deeply when he saw Ye Wanwan pouring the wine into her mouth …
…
"Wanwan, why are you drinking on the stage?!" Elder Gong coldly asked while staring at Ye Wanwan.
Ye Wanwan asked him for strong alcohol a long time ago but was sternly rejected by him. He also warned Ye Wanwan that as a mercenary, she had to maintain a clear head at all times and that alcohol could make one dizzy.
However, Elder Gong never expected Ye Wanwan's alcohol addiction to be so great that she could still take a sip at a time like this!
Soon, everyone saw Ye Wanwan blushing as she slowly sat down on the stage. She rested her chin on her right hand and occasionally revealed a bewitching smile.
Was he … drunk?!
"Referee, stop the match."
Elder Gong suddenly looked at the judge and shouted.
"No. The rules of the Martial Arts Competition did not explicitly state that alcohol is not allowed, nor did it state that an intoxicated person cannot participate in the competition, unless contestant number eight admits defeat." The referee shook his head.
This kind of large-scale formal competition had to be carried out strictly according to the rules. The people outside the arena could not force the contestants to surrender and admit defeat.
"Heh … a clown."
With his arms crossed, Meng Tian glanced at the drunk Ye Wanwan sitting on the stage and snorted.
"How boring."
Meng Ke strode toward Ye Wanwan.
The referee already made it clear just now. If they wanted Ye Wanwan to die on the stage, they had to kill her in one hit.
"Goodbye, clown."
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