Chapter 450: If a Mammoth could also be an alcoholic... As the temporary pause for cleaning and repairing the arena ended, the general of the Psychic Fighters Team, Old Man Chin Gentsai, slowly walked onto the stage with his hands behind his back.
Regarding the consecutive failures of his two disciples, the old man had actually known the outcome from the moment Cheng Tian appeared.
It wasn't that his disciples lacked ability; rather, the two youngsters and their opponent had vastly different mindsets.
On one side were the youngsters who had trained diligently since childhood, but essentially had a smooth sailing journey, rarely suffering setbacks, reaching a level far beyond their peers.
On the other side was a ruthless individual who had clearly seen much blood and fought his way out of extremely harsh situations.
As long as the strength gap between the two sides wasn't enormous, those who had seen blood were stronger than those who hadn't; the instantaneous judgment in critical moments alone was not on the same level.
What's more, the opponent was not only not inferior to his disciples in all aspects, but was also visibly growing stronger by absorbing his disciples' psychic techniques.
However, this also made the old man very interested in Cheng Tian himself.
There are countless strong people in this world, and many who have seen blood, but those who are strong enough, have seen blood, and can completely manage their emotions to act with great restraint are truly few.
What was interesting was that when the old man, reeking of alcohol, swayed onto the stage, the biggest reaction came from the Dragon Dragon Dragon Team, which had changed its name. The three of them, who had originally been slouching and standing casually, acting very lackadaisical throughout, instantly straightened their bodies the moment they saw Chin Gentsai.
Even though Chin Gentsai wasn't looking at them at all.
This kind of deeply ingrained alcoholic smell directly triggered a primal PTSD response in their bodies.
The three of them had chosen to change their team name before the competition precisely because they were ashamed of the moniker "drunkards" due to the old man's very existence.
With this old man present, who would dare casually call themselves a drunkard?
One hunched, one straight, old and young met gazes.
"Little brother, let's stop before anyone gets seriously hurt?"
The old man, looking at Cheng Tian through his thick white hair, suggested.
"Elder, please guide me."
Cheng Tian responded with cupped fists.
"Chin Gentsai! Vs! Aoko!"
"Ready~~~~GO!"
The moment the host's voice fell, Chin Gentsai plopped to the ground, as if a drunk person's body was out of control.
But Chin Gentsai's fall instead made Cheng Tian choose to further distance himself.
The old man was a master of Drunken Fist, unmatched in this world, and the most formidable aspect of Drunken Fist lay in its lack of fixed patterns and its unpredictability.
This falling action was not due to excessive drinking, but one of the old man's Drunken Fist moves—Moon-Gazing Drunken Fall.
Cheng Tian tried to shoot a golden Feather of Sanction directly at the snoring old man.
Whoosh!
The old man, who looked completely passed out and dead drunk, twisted his old waist with extraordinary flexibility, and the golden feather arrow directly pierced the ground, not harming him in the slightest.
And the old man's snoring, on the contrary, grew louder.
"King of Beggars was a 92 movie, right...?"
Looking at his opponent's posture, like a Sleeping Arhat Fist, Cheng Tian couldn't help but smile, and then summoned more Sanction Feather Arrows!
But the old man, who clearly hadn't opened his eyes but seemed to perceive everything around him, suddenly moved.
He still maintained his lying posture, but his feet and shoulder blades were moving rapidly, making him rush towards Cheng Tian like a four-wheel-drive car speeding along the ground.
Cheng Tian had only seen this almost bizarre ground-hugging movement style on rare characters in "Soulcalibur" and "Guilty Gear."
Despite being so old that his body was hunched, his skin sagged, and all his bones were clearly visible, Chin Gentsai displayed extraordinary high agility, closing the distance with Cheng Tian at the fastest speed, so much so that a row of golden feather arrows launched by Cheng Tian were pinned behind him.
And after grasping the distance, the old man performed a carp jump, his body leaping up directly, forming an arc and kicking towards Cheng Tian—
Moon-Gazing Drunken Carp Reversal!
But just as it was about to hit Cheng Tian's prominent nose, an orange-golden hand materialized from the side, grabbing the old man's bony ankle, pulling and yanking, forcibly changing his attack trajectory on the spot.
Then, like smashing a water balloon, he violently slammed the old man towards the ground!
This action was already in the realm of elder abuse!
But in Cheng Tian's shared sensation with The World, the old man's ankle, tightly gripped in his hand, suddenly became as slippery as if it had been oiled. After a very counter-intuitive reverse rotation, the old man managed to break free from The World's grip, only losing one slipper, and quickly scrambled up with an unusually light forward roll recovery.
Almost at the same time, the old man's body swayed, and the wine gourd tied with a rope in his hand was already thrown from a very tricky underarm angle—
Gourd Attack!
The incredibly hard bottom of the gourd, reinforced with fighting spirit, precisely caught the air and successfully smashed into The World's broad face.
In an instant, not only did The World's head snap back, but Cheng Tian himself also seemed to suffer the same blow, reacting with a clear backward lean.
The fighters present, especially the teams grouped with Cheng Tian, immediately brightened their eyes.
This move by the old man directly further exposed the relationship between Cheng Tian's Stand and his body, confirming that when the Stand was hit, at least part of the impact would be synchronously fed back to the user.
Although Cheng Tian had never deliberately hidden it, this was indeed the first time it had been exposed so clearly.
The old man, as the perpetrator, naturally wouldn't miss this detail and had already roughly guessed the deeper relationship between Cheng Tian and his Stand.
However, the smile on his face disappeared as Cheng Tian's body suddenly turned black, and his head "accidentally" hit something hard.
With a subconscious glance, the old man realized that at some point, he had been enveloped in a purplish-black protective barrier... No, this was a psychic cage!
In a brief moment, the old man judged the essence of this Nightmare Binding Barrier to be a psychic cage, and his thumb had already flicked open the stopper on his gourd.
Warm wine liquid washed over the old man's yellowish teeth, flowing down his throat into his stomach, and this wine, catalyzed by a mysterious power, was rapidly transforming into a searing energy.
The old man's chest and abdomen suddenly swelled as if an alien was about to burst forth, and then, surging flames carrying a powerful aura erupted from the old man's mouth, blasting onto the binding barrier—
Special Move: Exploding Flame Cannon!
Mammoth, the war elephant who had been obediently lying in the waiting area of the Olililili Team, now had his eyes wide open, intently watching Old Man Chin Gentsai spewing flames from his mouth.