Chapter 315 Get Drunk Before The Final Competition


    "I apologize for keeping you hanging on for a long time!" Rocky said and arched his hands to the crowd


    after treading on the audience tform. His eyes looked blurry as if he was a little unsteady. The


    congregation was taken aback, and they all thought automatically, ''What? He iste for the ultimate


    Still, what made them even more shocked was Uriah. They saw that it had recovered from its injury


    suffered in the morning. What a powerful self-healing ability it had!


    Marin got up instantaneously and dashed to Rocky. She furrowed her brows and mumbled to him


    furiously, "Did you indulge alcohol?"


    "Yes, just a little," Rocky replied tipsily as his face was full of smirk. He beamed like the cat that got the


    cream.


    "What the hell are you doing? Aren''t you apprehensive that you have apetition in the afternoon?


    It''s not straightforward for you to get into the third round of thepetition. How can you consume


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    alcohol at such a crucial juncture? It''s hard to believe you..." Marin whispered and gnashed her teeth.


    She seemed to be so vehement.


    "Are you worried like a cat on hot bricks that I will lose thepetition?" Rocky asked and looked at


    Marin with his eyes blurred. Marin''s pulse stopped. The passionate moments when Rocky''s lips


    pressed on hers that day came back to her mind. Suddenly, she found it hard to sustain her poise, and


    her face flushed.


    "If you fail, I will teach you an excellent lesson!" Marin groaned and swiftly walked back to her seat.


    "Marin, are you okay?" Isis asked with great concern for her cousin. She instantly detected something


    was awry when she paid attention to her blushing face.


    "Oh, I''m fine. Don''t get worked up!" Marin repudiated as she shook her head fast as light. Yet, Isis felt


    that her cousin was not feeling quite well. It was as if she had done something guilty.


    He who knows speaksst. Isis, became more doubtful and thought involuntarily, ''You are concealing


    something from me. I have nevere across such a conduct from you. You look like you are


    engrossed in something. Perhaps something has transpired between you and Rocky.'' Although it


    seemed not obvious, her frown got even more profound. She then drove her attention to Rocky, who


    looked under the influence of liquor.


    "Hey, brat, though you use liquor as your crutch to aid your prowess, you are still not my match!" Dunn


    immediately had the audacity to dere, although he was also perplexed by Rocky''s behavior. He was


    sure of himself because he thought that since Rocky got drunk like that, he was only seeking for a


    crushing overthrow in theingpetition. If Rocky was intoxicated to y an array of drunken


    fists, he might do it rtively well. However, if he was about to lead a battalion under such a condition,


    it would merely make his army more perplexed. And without doubt, he would lose to Dunn within a few


    moments.


    At that moment, Rocky tilted his head and had direct eye contact with Dunn with a drunken grin. As he


    turned back, his initially blurry eyes suddenly reflected a touch of bright light. Someone who recognized


    this abrupt transition would notice that this wasn''t a man under the influence of alcohol.


    When Lance saw Rocky got drunk before thepetition, he sculptured his brows and his eyes


    flickered a hint of puzzlement. His thoughts came to a screeching halt, a slight crease across his


    forehead, which was the sole signal indicating that he was trying to figure out what game Rocky was


    ying. With such a suspicious mind, he instantly said to Rocky and Dunn, "If you both are ready, let''s


    second round, he has the priority to decide to be the attacking party or the defending party!"


    Everyone drove their consideration to Rocky. They all thought that the defending party was more


    secure and convenient and that Rocky would prefer it.


    "I choose the attacking party," Rocky replied at once. Once again, the crowd''s jaws dropped.


    They exchanged stunned nces with each other, the sparks in their brains, desperately trying to


    connect the dots, but instead just causing a short circuit. They thought wildly, ''Rocky has already


    transgressed the boundary and broken a taboo by getting himself drunk before the final round. Now he


    has the guts to choose the attacking party. It was indisputable he wasn''t sober at all!''


    ''What''s on his mind now?'' Isis contemted with great bewilderment and frowned. ording to


    Rocky''s previous performance at the Army g Contest, she was informed that he hadprehensive


    knowledge about the two parties'' advantages and disadvantages on the battlefield. Despite that, he


    chose the attacking party. This made her more puzzled.


    In the interim, Marin looked even more annoyedpared to Isis''s reaction. The sole thing that


    crossed her mind was that Rocky was fiddling around and did not take heed of thepetition at all!


    She was disillusioned with him.


    The only man who maintained hisposure and cidity was Lance. He only fixed his attention on


    Rocky as if he was drowning in a particr thought.


    When Dunn heard that Rocky selected the attacking party, he felt it was totally way out of his


    assumption. At the same time, he had an increment of poise and determination as he had concluded


    that this time he would carry the day! As long as he conquered Rocky at the third round of the


    enchanted and hold his head high in front of all the congregation.


    In a twinkle of an eye, Rocky and Dunn took their own spirit-manipted beasts and walked towards


    thepetition area from the side of the audience tform.


    The two teams with 30 spirit maniptors in each group were eagerly waiting for them there. All of


    them were well-prepared to attend theingpetition. Although the strength of these spirit


    maniptors ranged from fourth to eighth grade of the Mortal Stage, the average power of the two


    teams was equal.


    After Rocky and Dunn each selected a team, they began to make preparations for thepetition.


    "Hey, brat, you are bound to lose this time. I didn''t expect that you would pave the way for me to be the


    defending party. Even if you are given twice the time, you and your team can hardly break my defense,"


    Dunn said provocatively when he led his spirit maniptor team and stopped by Rocky.


    Rocky remained silent as a grave. He just nodded to Dunn and walked towards a different direction


    with his spirit maniptor team.


    In the meantime, Lance was standing at the front of the audience tform, with his hands on his back.


    Watching the two spirit maniptor teams enter the battlefield.


    "Father, is this Rocky really drunk, or pretending to be drunk?" Isis went to his father and popped the


    question.


    "What''s your opinion?" Lance didn''t respond but popped another question.


    "I think he is probably exaggerated to be intoxicated. This guy has constantly been good at ying


    dumb. He may have deliberately gotten drunk to make Dunn baffled and defeated," Isis spected


    slowly.


    "But, if he is pretending to be intoxicated, why would he prefer the attacking party? Logically, in the plot


    that two parties'' strength was corresponding, the defending party will be in a further auspicious position


    than the attacking party," Lance questioned directly.


    "Well..." Isis hesitated and was befuddled. She couldn''t will her lips to move. She also found the whole


    situation quite weird. The further she mulled it over, the more her brain became a spinning top, always


    finding more questions than answers. Then, she grumbled unhappily, "Maybe he is really drunk.


    Sheridan must have dragged him to drink!"


    "It doesn''t matter if he is intoxicated or not. The most fundamental fact is whether he can win the


    asion will be like drawing blood from a stone!" Lance said,posed and firm. It was once in a blue


    moon to see Lance be so negative about Rocky''s triumph. Lance was cognizant that Dunn was an


    exceedingly formidable challenger. Rocky was not in his best condition and to add salt into an injury, he


    even chose to be the attacking party. This caused the situation more disadvantageous to him. No


    matter how special Rocky was and how Lance had apuded him before, he had no slightest chance


    to dominate the battle, let alone break Dunn''s defense and win the g.


    Even Lance had the above opinion clinging in mind. It was no wonder that thosemanders and


    officers were less optimistic about Rocky.


    The third round of thepetition was officially inaugurated, after Rocky and Dunn led their respective


    spirit maniptor teams into thepetition field.


    Thirty minutes or soter, the first report of thepetition was delivered to Lance. Yet, the content of


    the report made everyone on the tform stunned.


    "What did you say? Rocky and his team members were having a barbecue party in front of the


    defensive line? He is really horsing around!" Isis said with a bemused stare. The situation was both


    ridiculous and agitating.


    Marin was also brewing a little anger like tea in a pot. The othermanders and the officers were


    shaking their heads and sighing. It was a hard pill to swallow to imagine that such a severe and


    significantpetition was merely regarded as a funny game by Rocky.


    Lance was mute and had no emotions. He felt that Rocky went overboard. His sunken eyes could tell it


    all.


    Under the cool shadow of several big trees, Rocky and the thirty spirit maniptors gathered around


    several campfires. They were conversing, chuckling, and having a big barbecue party. The fire was


    roasting the meat of the wild animals they had captured from the nearby forest.


    "This ce is really a good ce for a barbecue party!" Rocky howled as he was biting the meat of a


    big thigh of an animal. Hisughter exploded, not a chuckle, or a smirk, but blissful, whole-hearted


    Encouraged by their leader, the other spirit maniptors were also biting the roasted meat with grins


    on their faces. They had thought that the battle would be intense. On the contrary, they found out it was


    totally out of their expectation! On the one hand, they didn''t have to fight against the other team; they


    could also enjoy themselves at the barbecue party. They had no slightest clue that their attitudes had


    spawned so much turmoil. It was unlike a battalion to dare pull such a stunt in a significant


    confrontation. It was just unbearable.