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87: Chapter 87 Drunk and Sleeping in Jingyang, His Spirit Swallows Mountains; His Fist Shatters the Golden Body and Slays the Tiger.In an instant, not only were the Western viewers stunned, but even the common people of Dragon Summer were bewildered.

”This... who is this?”

”Didn’t they say they were going to choose a fierce warrior? Why did a drunkard come up?”

”That outfit, that staff... Holy crap! Wait! Is that a Sentry Staff?! Jingyang Ridge?!”

Someone finally realized, and their scalp instantly tingled with excitement.

”Wu Erlang! This is Wu Song!”

”Hahahaha! I remember now! I was wondering why he looked so familiar! The big boss actually invited him out!”

”This is the perfect professional match! When it comes to fighting lions and tigers, he’s the Ancestral Master!”

The people of Dragon Summer, who were feeling uncertain just moments ago, suddenly became joyful. Isn’t this the story we’ve heard countless times in storytelling since we were kids? No matter what Western Divine Beast you are, once you step onto the one-third of an acre of land that is Jingyang Ridge, if you’re a Dragon, you’d better coil up, and if you’re a tiger or a lion, you’d better stay down!

But the foreigners didn’t understand.

The Western survivors looked at the man on the arena who was so drunk he couldn’t even walk straight, and a sense of absurdity rose in their hearts.

”This is Dragon Summer’s trump card? An alcoholic vagrant?”

”It seems Dragon Summer has truly run out of people, sending a drunkard up to die. Are they trying to make the Nemean Lion die of laughter?”

”Is that wooden stick for picking teeth? My God, this is simply a farce!”

In the projection atop Olympus, the gods also let out contemptuous sneers.

In their eyes, Dragon Summer was acting out of desperation, sending a Mortal drunkard who couldn’t even walk straight to his death.

On the arena.

The Nemean Lion was also made to sneeze by the strong smell of alcohol. It lowered its massive head, its dark-gold beastly pupils staring intently at the tiny biped before it.

In its perception, this person had no fluctuations of Divine Power, let alone any high-level aura that would make it wary. This was just a walking piece of meat; perhaps even more flavorful because it was soaked in alcohol.

”Roar!”

The lion didn’t intend to waste time.

Its back legs kicked off suddenly, its massive body turning into a streak of dark-gold lightning, pouncing straight at Wu Song with a suffocating wind pressure!

If this pounce landed solidly, let alone a human, even a main battle tank would be flattened into a pancake.

”Watch out!” Countless viewers instinctively covered their eyes.

Yet the drunkard seemed not to see the bloody maw coming at him at all. He was still staring at the empty bowl in his hand, seemingly annoyed that the wine was gone.

Just as the lion’s sharp claws were less than half a meter from his head.

”So noisy...”

The drunkard frowned, his face full of impatience.

Without seeing him exert any effort, his originally swaying body suddenly slid to the side in an eerie manner.

This slide was like a loach entering water—slippery and impossible to catch.

Boom!

The giant lion pounced on empty air, its two sharp claws slamming into the ground, creating two deep, bottomless pits in the arena as rubble flew everywhere.

Meanwhile, the drunkard was now standing crookedly at the lion’s side, still holding the empty bowl, looking at the massive creature with a face full of disdain.

”Where did this Big Worm come from... making such a filthy and stinking mess?”

He let out a wine-scented hiccup and casually shouldered the Sentry Staff that looked like it could break at any moment.

”Hey, you lot over there.”

Wu Song squinted, pointing at the phantom images of the Western gods above. Regardless of whether they understood him, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

”The wine is gone. Go and sieve two more bowls for your Grandpa!”

”Otherwise...”

He paused, and the originally cloudy drunkenness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a heart-stopping ferocity and Evil Qi.

That was the gaze belonging only to the Heavenly Harm Star, one who had killed, drunk blood, and crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

”Grandpa will skin this Big Worm to pay for his wine!”

The Western gods were stunned.

Pay for wine?

Skin it?

Is this your attitude toward a mythological creature?

”Arrogance!”

The Nemean Lion was completely enraged. As the nightmare in the legend of Hercules, when had it ever suffered such an insult? Every single hair of its mane stood up like steel needles, and crimson divine runes surged beneath its originally dark-gold skin.

”Aowuuu—!!”

This roar sent out a physical shockwave that was enough to shatter a Mortal’s internal organs.

But Wu Song stood his ground, merely picking at his ear.

”Noisy! What are you howling for!”

He casually tossed away the empty bowl in his hand.

Crash.

The bowl shattered.

This crisp sound was like a starting gun.

Wu Song suddenly erupted.

One second he was a drunkard who couldn’t even stand steady; the next, his whole body was like a fully drawn bow, his joints letting out a series of cracks like popping beans.

”Your beastly hide looks thick enough!”

”Fine, Grandpa wants to see if your yellow fur is harder, or if Grandpa’s fists are harder!”

Wu Song stomped his foot and, instead of retreating, he actually charged directly into the lion’s embrace!

This move left everyone dumbfounded.

”Isn’t this just delivering himself as a snack?”

But Wu Song didn’t care about any of that. Although the Sentry Staff in his hand was just an ordinary stick, at this moment, under the blessing of the ’Pilgrim’ concept, this stick was an extension of rules.

Bang!

A dull thud.

The Sentry Staff slammed heavily onto the giant lion’s forehead.

Although this strike didn’t break the dark-gold shield, and the Sentry Staff itself even snapped into two from the reaction force, the vibrational force that penetrated into the bone caused the Nemean Lion’s head to sink abruptly, its eyeballs nearly vibrating out of their sockets.

”Physical immunity?”

Wu Song threw away the broken half of the stick and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

He didn’t use any weapons.

He raised his two fists, each as large as a sandbag.

There was no golden light on his fists, no special effects, only rough calluses and bulging veins.

”When Grandpa slays tigers, he never relies on weapons.”

”I’m hitting you, you blind beast!”

Taking advantage of the moment the lion was dazed, Wu Song directly mounted its neck!

This was the legendary—Wu Song Riding the Tiger!

The moment this pose was struck, the golden light of the national fortune across the land of Dragon Summer surged. This was an image etched into the national DNA, the manifestation of all legends regarding ’Man’s Will Conquering Heaven’ over five thousand years.

”Get... down!”

Wu Song’s left hand firmly gripped the giant lion’s iron-hard mane, while his right hand clenched into a fist. He swung his arm in a wide arc, carrying a ferocity that seemed intent on punching a hole in the sky, and smashed it down!

Bang!

This punch landed squarely on the giant lion’s eye socket.

The rule-based shield, claimed to have absolute defense and physical immunity, actually dented inward in an eerie fashion before this punch.

”Aow—!!!”

The giant lion shrieked in pain.

It didn’t understand.

Why? Why didn’t the rules take effect? Why could this Mortal’s fist hurt it?

Su Yun sat in the command room, watching this scene with a slight smile.

”Stupid cat.”

”When Wu Song slayed the tiger, was he just slaying an ordinary tiger? That was the ’Qi’ of ’never backing down in the face of hardship’ in the hearts of our ancestors!”

”This Qi specifically breaks through your fancy defenses.”

”This is called—Conceptual Countering.”

On the arena.

Wu Song gave the giant lion no chance to breathe.

Punch after punch.

Every blow landed solidly.

Each falling fist was accompanied by a roar.

”Three Bowls Don’t Cross the Ridge?”

Bang!

”I’m crossing it anyway!”

Bang!

”You’re a Divine Beast?”

Bang!

”Even if King Yama himself came, he’d have to serve Grandpa a bowl of wine!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The originally arrogant Nemean Lion, which claimed physical immunity, was now being ridden on the neck and ground into the dirt by this man who only reached its knees. The layers of Divine Power shields it was so proud of were being shattered layer by layer under Wu Song’s unreasonable iron fists, like peeling an onion.

The intense pain drove it mad, and it desperately thrashed its body, trying to throw the man off its back.

But Wu Song was like he had taken root on its back; no matter how the waves surged, he remained as immovable as a mountain.

”This... this is impossible...”

Up in the clouds, the faces of the Western gods turned green.

How was this different from what they had imagined!

Meanwhile, Wu Song was fighting with increasing fervor and had no intention of stopping. The more he fought, the brighter his eyes became, and the thicker his drunkenness grew.

”Satisfying!”

”Shopkeeper! Wine!”

”This side dish for the wine... is quite chewy!”