330: Chapter 330 Is the old man about to unleash his power?

[Brain (gritting its teeth)]: "I had assumed that once this Slacker Ruler entered such a perilous dungeon, he would just find some random spot and lie down to sleep, but I never expected him to be so damn diligent today!"

"If he doesn't sleep, it's not convenient for us to take action!"

[stomach (emitting a deafening rumble from the corner)]: "Hungry... so hungry... I want to eat the high-grade spirit herbs outside..."

[Brain (a flash of ruthlessness in its eyes, slamming a hand onto the armrest of the throne)]: "I can't wait any longer! If we let him wander around like this any longer, the opportunity will be lost!"

"Since he refuses to sleep obediently, we will help him sleep!"

"Everyone, proceed directly to Plan B!"

...

Outside.

Jiang You was scratching his scalp, pondering whether he should climb a tree to check the direction.

Suddenly, his right foot, which he had just lifted, hung in mid-air, unable to step down no matter what.

Immediately after, a tingling sensation like an electric current swept through his entire body. Jiang You discovered with horror that his limbs were completely unresponsive!

Before he could even cry out, the world before his eyes suddenly went black.

"Whoosh!"

Jiang You's main consciousness, like a player disconnected from the server, was instantly pulled by an irresistible force and locked directly into that familiar mental dark room.

Although he had lost control of his body, the vision and hearing of the outside world were still shared within Jiang You's mind.

After a brief moment of panic, Jiang You was not afraid; instead, a surge of wild joy welled up in him!

"Holy crap? This familiar feeling, this overbearing sensation of possession!"

Jiang You slapped his thigh in excitement within the dark room, his eyes gleaming:

"It's here, it's here! The Old Master inside me finally couldn't stand it anymore and is preparing to make a move!"

"Hahahaha, I knew it! As long as I put in a little effort, the cheat would automatically renew! This is great; I don't have to walk anymore, time to prepare to lie back and win!"

Jiang You comfortably found a "viewing seat" in the dark room and sat down, watching the external perspective with great anticipation, ready to admire how his very own "ancient powerhouse remnant soul" would display heaven-defying means to lead him to slaughter everyone.

Outside.

After a brief pause, Jiang You's body rolled its eyes, and then his gaze instantly became sharp and filled with villainous aggression.

"Jiang You" turned around and walked with abnormal proficiency and decisiveness behind an ancient tree thick enough for several people to hug, finding a hidden groove formed by protruding tree roots and sitting down with a thud.

"Hmm? Is the Old Master going to sit cross-legged and circulate some shocking divine cultivation technique?" Jiang You in the dark room secretly guessed.

However, a scene that made Jiang You's jaw drop appeared.

"Jiang You" did not sit cross-legged but slowly raised his left hand.

On that slender palm, a seemingly inconspicuous black ring was worn on the index finger.

"Jiang You's" right hand gently brushed across the ring.

A faint spatial fluctuation flashed by.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two bottles of ruggedly packaged, full one-jin bottles of 53% proof white liquor landed steadily in his hands.

Jiang You in the dark room had the anticipation on his face instantly freeze. He stared fixedly at those two bottles of scarily high-proof liquor, and the question marks in his Brain triggered a chain reaction explosion!

"Holy crap?"

"That black ring on my hand, is it actually a storage ring?"

"Wait... wasn't that just an ornament? When did I get such high-end goods?"

"Wait, the point of focus right now isn't the ring!" Jiang You grabbed his hair, almost going crazy in the dark room: "What kind of ghost operation is pulling out two bottles of white liquor?"

"Could it be that this ancient powerhouse possessing me was a severe alcoholic in his past life? This addiction is way too big, he needs a drink even while fighting in a competition?"

"Or is it... is he preparing to drink some liquor and breathe fire? Or perform a set of long-lost Drunken Fist?"

Jiang You roared crazily in his heart, but the body outside completely ignored his complaints.

"Jiang You" extremely violently flicked open the cap of a bottle of white liquor with his thumb, and without any hesitation, tilted his head back and shoved the bottle opening into his mouth.

"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"

The spicy, throat-stinging high-concentration white liquor was being chugged straight into his stomach as if it were plain water!

His Adam's apple rolled frantically up and down; more than half of the one-jin bottle of white liquor was finished in less than ten seconds!

Meanwhile.

The official broadcast camera above the woods happened to capture this extremely bizarre scene.

At the National Martial Arts Competition Center, the stands with one hundred thousand people fell instantly silent.

On the big screen, that peerless Demon King Jiang You, hailed by the entire internet as "calculating and flawless, terrifyingly scheming," was hiding under tree roots, holding a large glass bottle and chugging it frantically.

Due to the close-up of the high-definition camera, the audience clearly saw the "53%" label on the bottle.

At the commentary desk, the two usually eloquent official commentators had their mouths open wide enough to fit a lightbulb, stuttering for several seconds.

"This... what is this situation?"

Commentator A rubbed his eyes and swallowed with difficulty, attempting to use his professional expertise to forcibly explain this incomprehensible scene:

"Student Jiang You, he... he stopped moving, and then pulled out... two bottles of white liquor?"

"Could this be some brand-new tactical system prepared by Magic City Martial Arts University for the second round? Using alcohol to stimulate the circulation of Qi and blood? What a strange operation!"

Beside him, Commentator B's Brain turned quickly, immediately stepping in to smooth things over:

"I think there is another possibility! Think about it, everyone; right now there are over a hundred top geniuses hunting for Magic City Martial Arts University across the map. Student Jiang You, as the captain, even if his intelligence is heaven-defying, must be under unimaginable pressure at this moment!"

"Perhaps he is... drinking to build up his courage! Doing mental preparation for the bloody battle that will surely go down in history!"

Just as Commentator B finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and quickly added a remedy into the microphone:

"However, we must solemnly remind the viewers in front of the screen and underage martial artists here: a competition is a competition, but underage drinking is absolutely prohibited! This is a bad example, please do not imitate!"

Commentator A watched Jiang You on the screen, who had already finished the first bottle of white liquor and was skillfully biting open the cap of the second bottle, cold sweat breaking out:

"But... even if it's to build up courage, there's no need to drink this fiercely, right?"

"This is a full two jin of high-proof white liquor! Is he drinking it like water? If he drinks this, let alone fighting, even an elephant would be dead drunk on the spot!"

It wasn't just the commentators who broke down.

In the VIP viewing area, Principal Pang Ban of Magic City Martial Arts University had just picked up a cup of goji berry tea and taken a sip.

Seeing this scene on the screen, with a "pfft," he sprayed all the tea onto the back of the head of a high-level leader in the front row.

"What kind of nonsense is this little brat pulling now?"

Principal Pang Ban stood up abruptly, his eyes wide as saucers.

A new tactic? High pressure? Building courage? Bullshit! With that heartless personality of his, even if the sky fell, this brat wouldn't feel any pressure! But what on earth does this have to do with drinking?