"ROAR!"
Just as everyone in the square stared, dumbfounded, Drunken Thousand Cups let out a beast-like roar...
In that moment, he used the brief instant of distance gained from being knocked down to desperately regain control of the chaotic Spiritual Power in his body. He bent his right arm over his head, blocking Shen Lang's kick.
Then, he slapped the ground hard with his left hand and shot up like a spring, his left fist, crackling with powerful Spirit Light, rocketing toward Shen Lang's chest!
Drunken Thousand Cups didn't expect this punch to seriously injure Shen Lang, but it could at least force him back a step.
If Shen Lang took just one step back, the entire tide of battle would turn!
'This old dog finally reacted... It seems my power is still too weak. The Restriction I placed wasn't enough to completely disrupt the flow of his Spiritual Power,' Shen Lang sneered inwardly.
At this moment, he had just retracted his kicking right leg and hadn't yet regained his footing.
