I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Sun Yun’s Divine Drinking Technique has two states: Burning Wine Technique and Serpent Drinking Technique.

The former can ignite alcohol with explosive energy, producing fierce flames and blasting energy to kill enemies, a method Sun Yun most often uses against foes.

The latter can make the alcohol poisonous, and once consumed, it transforms the body, turning it into a poisoned form, corroding bones and eroding souls!

Observing Sun Yun advancing instead of retreating, Han Zhan reciprocated the aggression.

If someone approaches for a beating, naturally, there is no reason to let them off.

Han Zhan lowered his center of gravity, legs staggered front and back, right hand charging a punch, striking with full force at the incoming mass of flesh.

Sun Yun, under the Serpent Drinking Technique, is entirely soft and boneless, akin to a meatball cannonball.

The two collided fiercely.

The powerful clash of energy even formed a faint white vortex.

Even with his entire body’s fat buffering the force, Sun Yun still underestimated the power of Han Zhan’s punch.

His ball-like body was bent to the extreme by the punch, and the residual force stretched his fat straight like a tense human elastic band, elongating over ten meters.

Sun Yun’s face twisted in pain, and as he opened his mouth, blood mixed with organ fragments spewed forth.

With Han Zhan’s punch unleashed at the opening of Four Urgent, his instant combat power reached Tier Seven Peak, and one punch inflicted internal injuries on Sun Yun.

Sun Yun wasn’t fazed; bearing such a huge cost couldn’t be without purpose.

Around him, large masses of dark green wine vapor akin to toxic miasma engulfed Han Zhan completely.

”Heh.” With a hit, Sun Yun staggered back a few steps, covering the spot where the punch landed, pain-twisted yet smiling on his face.

”This is absolutely pure poison; even if you can break it down, it won’t decompose completely in time. But even a touch means poison will strike, life extinguished and soul vanished!”

Not only that, the fist that struck Sun Yun now turned pitch black.

The poison of Sun Yun’s Serpent Drinking Technique erupted instantly, spreading through the body.

However, unexpectedly for Sun Yun, Han Zhan, wrapped in the poison of the Serpent Wine, raised his fist high once more!

”Your ability is strong.”

”Great Xia’s decision to exile you here was indeed a significant mistake by the higher-ups.”

”However, whether it’s the Burning Wine Technique or the Serpent Drinking Technique, they are ineffective against me!”

As Han Zhan’s words fell, his fist was already before Sun Yun’s eyes.

Sun Yun watched in horror as the fist approached, unable to react.

Too fast.

The piercing pain struck again, and Sun Yun failed to notice that Han Zhan’s three punches landed on the same spot on his body!

Sun Yun opened his mouth to ask why but passed out before uttering a sound.

Sun Yun, defeated!

The residents of Fulong City, initially skeptical, fell silent seeing the scene.

Tier Seven Spirit Contract Master, Drunkard Sun Yun, was down?

In terms of power ranking among the five camps, Sun Yun was not weak, at least in third place.

But nobody expected Sun Yun to be defeated this quickly.

”Wine Domain formed, Burning Wine Technique and Serpent Drinking Technique under the Divine Wine God Body, all executed, still defeated?”

”This isn’t just opportunism; it’s practically under Sun Yun’s full effort, he was forcibly pressed down again!”

This bout was lost convincingly, leaving no room for excuses.

Han Zhan stood where he was, looking at the fallen Sun Yun before him, taking the moment to quietly adjust his breaths.

He possesses the Celestial Serpent Body; unless power two realms higher is unleashed, the Burning Wine Technique and Serpent Drinking Technique inflict minimal harm.

This is a naturally restraining effect.

Of course, if Sun Yun chose not to trade injuries but used the Delaying Technique, achieving victory might have required more effort despite his enhanced Tier Seven body under the Serpent Drinking Technique.

Thinking this, Han Zhan steadied his breath.

He stepped forward, continuing towards the second camp.

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”Assaulting camps relies on a reasonable battle strategy.”

”As you must clear five gates in succession, each pass challenges your energy consumption.”

In the Central Church, Zhan Ning, looking troubled, rested his head on his hand, listening half-heartedly to Yu Lian’s analysis by his ear.

”Any news on the first battle opponent?” Zhan Ning asked suddenly.

”Received word from a subordinate ten minutes ago, it’s Drunkard Sun Yun.”

”Damn, Drunkard Sun Yun’s strength ranks medium-upper in the Anti-Xia Alliance; his Divine Wine God Body in divine state rivals knights of the same realm, with offensive methods of both Burning and Serpent Drinking Techniques that are hard to guard against.”

”Even against him, without being on home ground for knights, defeating him is hard.”

Zhan Ning murmured to himself, frustrated, pulling his hair as if worried about his future.

Then a subordinate rushed in.

”Master, the first battle is over.”

”Already? I thought he’d last at least half an hour.” Zhan Ning sighed deeply, ”Drunkard Sun Yun was still too strong.”

”Bob, no, he now calls himself Han Zhan, Han Zhan won.” The subordinate reported.

Zhan Ning and Yu Lian exchanged looks.

”What? Repeat that? Who won?” Zhan Ning grabbed the subordinate, asking excitedly.

”Han Zhan won. Drunkard Sun Yun lost!”

On hearing it again, silence enveloped the Central Church.

”You’re right,” Zhan Ning sat down exhaustedly, like a deflated ball.

He looked at Yu Lian, his tone filled with emotion.

”Besides indulging in women, I’m truly useless. I couldn’t see that a Tier Six Knight under me could so swiftly defeat a veteran Tier Seven Spirit Contract Master.”

”Not everyone can delight in engaging with 700-year-old women.” Yu Lian ”consoled” him.

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Fulong City.

As Drunkard Sun Yun’s camp flag toppled heavily.

Han Zhan arrived at the second camp.

Sitting at the Anti-Xia Alliance’s second camp was a familiar face, the Contracted Spirit Chopstick user, Tier Seven Spirit Contract Master, Chopstick Gunman Si Baikong, who had previously clashed with Han Zhan.

His overall strength is undoubtedly below Drunkard Sun Yun, but the first battle with Sun Yun made him fully drop any underestimation of Han Zhan.

”I don’t need to defeat you.”

Facing Han Zhan walking to his formation, Si Baikong frankly admitted.

”Defeating Drunkard Sun Yun, you’re indeed strong.”

”But I only need to exhaust you as much as possible, and that will suffice.”

Si Baikong’s words made Han Zhan’s gaze slightly tighten.

Because what he said is very correct.