Chapter 275 Drunken Fist
Among the many parties in the Wooden Sword Way, there is one that is known for being the smartest and most strategic... the Drunken Round Table.
Because they are so clever, they understood better than anyone that the numerous fake goddesses flying above them were not easy enemies.
Therefore, the leader of the drunks shouted.
"You guys!! We're doing it!!"
At those words, a shock ran through his teammates.
"Are you serious, leader!?"
"Doing that? Hey, hey...!! We could die!?"
"Are you out of your mind!?"
His teammates shouted their objections without thinking.
Sure, if they did "that," they could temporarily surpass their limits in strength. They had trained for it every single day, every minute, every second.
However, "that" was also a double-edged sword.
It was like a last-ditch effort. Or maybe it was like putting all their focus on attack while sacrificing defense.
If they failed to dodge an enemy attack, they could be taken out with just one hit.
And yet... no, maybe because of that?
The drunk leader declared strongly.
"Those fake Evil Gods are not the kind of opponents we can take down without using our full power!! To get through this, we have to give it everything we've got!! You understand that, right!?"
There was a moment of silence. His teammates quickly responded.
"...Heh, sounds good."
"Guess we have to brace ourselves..."
"Looks like we have no choice but to do it...!!"
"When was the last time we did that? It's been ages...!!"
With the leader's words filled with determination, his teammates steeled themselves.
Then, everyone took out "something" from their storage rings.
It was a metal flask.
A hip flask.
Inside was a strong liquor that had been distilled over and over again.
It had no taste. No smell. There was no flavor at all. It was more accurate to call it alcohol rather than liquor. It was alcohol that was almost pure.
Normally, you would drink it mixed with a small amount of fruit juice, water, or soda. However, what was in their flask had no mixers at all.
The name of that alcohol was "Dragon Slayer."
It was named after the legend that even a giant dragon could get completely drunk from just one bottle.
They gulped it down in one go.
Even though it was a small flask, its contents easily exceeded a full cup. For an ordinary person, it would be enough to cause acute alcohol poisoning.
But... they never skipped their training.
While carving wood for their clan's activities, they would take swigs from the bottle, and while exploring dungeons to gather wood, they would take swigs from the bottle, and when the exploration was over, they would head to the tavern and gulp down mugs.
At night, before going to bed, they would take a swig from the bottle, and in the morning, they would take a swig to start the day...
Even if they drank too much and threw up, or ended up with a hangover, they never stopped drinking. Their livers never got a moment of rest.
It was almost like a form of torture.
They were always pushing their bodies to the limit.
And then...
"Whew... it really hits me, this stuff...!!"
"Ugh! I'm finally starting to feel a little tipsy..."
Alcohol is absorbed even through the mucous membranes in the mouth.
Before it even settles in the stomach and gets sent to the small intestine, the high concentration of alcohol is slowly absorbed into their blood.
The alcohol absorbed into their bloodstream circulated throughout their bodies and eventually reached their brains. It partially numbed their nervous systems, while also opening up all the capillaries and speeding up their blood flow.
──They endured.
Their bodies withstood the high concentration of alcohol, which was as toxic as poison.
What they gained from this was an unbeatable spirit that transcended anxiety and fear! A strengthened body from the accelerated blood flow! (!?)
Normally, this wouldn't happen.
As explained earlier, a normal person would be left dazed or unconscious. However, their relentless training allowed them to overcome the poison of alcohol, freeing their minds and bodies from the shackles of their limits!
Truly──an ability that exists only under the contradictory condition of drinking for 30 hours a day!!
They called this...
──Drunken Fist.
"Ah, it's hot...!!"
The Drunken Leader murmured, wrapping his entire body in a thin layer of aura.
In the next moment, that aura burst outward with a bang! It exploded, taking his clothes with it.
Naturally, the Drunken Leader was now completely naked.
But it wasn't just him. His companions also wrapped themselves in aura one after another, exploding that aura or using magic flames to blow their clothes to bits or burn them away.
Why did they end up naked?
The reason was simple: it was hot.
However, it was also a ritual to elevate their spirits. They truly showed their strength during the feast.
They drank, got hot, and took off their clothes.
Through this series of actions, no matter where they were, it transformed from enemy territory to home for them. It was like a pre-shot routine. Their perception changed. It became a place where they could fully unleash all their abilities, or even more.
"Alright, let's go!"
"Hehe, the world is shaking...!!"
"It's like the ground is a water pillow...!!"
Having had enough to drink and ready for battle, they approached the fake goddesses with confident smiles.
The fight began.
However, their steps were slow, and the fake goddesses glided down from the sky, attacking the drunken guys with sword-like arms.
"────!!"
"Whoa! That was close, hey!"
"────!?"
A sharp slash wrapped in an aura.
But that strike was smoothly dodged.
It was as if almost tripping had turned into a dodging move, a strange motion. Of course, he want to believe it wasn't just a coincidence.
Drunken Fist──Staggered Feet.
This technique uses unstable movements from being drunk to confuse the enemy and dodge attacks.
And the power of this technique doesn't just stop at dodging.
"Whoa, whoa...!?"
With a sudden move that looked like he was trying not to fall, the drunken leader closed the distance to the fake goddess and shouted,
"Here I go!!"
"────!?"
As if he had just thought of it, he unleashed the gauntlet-type "Black Moon Fist."
My unique fist technique──[Black Blast Fist]
The black aura exploded against the fake goddess's [Space Barrier], blowing it to pieces.
This wasn't just a strike for keeping the enemy at bay. The power was so refined that it felt like it had been aimed from the start.
He definitely wasn't just unconsciously charging his aura while forgetting he was supposed to attack.
On the other hand, the fake goddess, whose barrier was easily shattered, didn't freeze in shock. She immediately swung her sword to take down the Drunken Leader.
"Uh-oh, I can't move anymore... ugh."
"────!?"
However, that strike only cut through the air.
On the other side of the black flames, the Drunken Leader was already gone.
Where did he go!?
The fake goddess quickly scanned her surroundings, sharpening her senses. It took her a few moments to spot the Drunken Leader lying on the ground, mumbling, "Ugh, I can't do it anymore...!!"
Drunken Fist──Street Lying Down
He looked like he had really collapsed from being too drunk.
But it had to be a bluff. A drunkard falling to the ground and lying down to dodge an enemy's attack──that was the Drunken Fist "Street Lying Down."
And the Drunken guys weren't going to miss the chance while the fake goddess's attack had missed.
"────!?"
With unsteady steps, the Drunken guys quickly closed the distance, already readying their weapons.
"Hehe, hey girl, pour me a drink!"
"──Wait, who the hell are you!? When did you sneak into my room!?"
"A thief, huh!?"
"Don't let her escape, surround her!!"
Drunken Fist──Drunken Rage
Due to the misunderstanding from being drunk, the attacks unleashed without any hesitation might have increased in power, as if some mental restraints had been lifted.
The relentless aura and magic released enveloped the fake goddess and exploded.
"Whoaahhhh!?"
"What the hell is happening!?"
Caught in the aftermath of their own attack, the drunkards were blown away.
Eventually, the drunkards, lying on the ground like dead frogs──however, the fight was far from over.
Stumbling to their feet, the leader of the drunkards shouted to his friends.
"Huh!? What are you guys doing sleeping!? ──We're going to the after-party!!"
"Ugh, I'm still able to drink..."
"Let's go to a place with pretty girls next..."
Mumbling to themselves, the drunkards slowly got back up.
──The drunken party had just begun...!!
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