Whether out of a Turan Hero's pride or to dispel Kassava's suspicions, Ice Storm had no way to refuse Brute Hammer's provocation.
When it came to drinking contests, the rules were the same whether on Earth or in the Otherworld.
—Once you accepted someone's toast at a banquet, it meant accepting the toasts of everyone at the banquet. No matter who raised a cup to you afterward, you could not refuse.
At Brute Hammer and Ice Storm's level of cultivation, their bodies brimmed with Totem Power. The efficiency of their stomachs and intestines was dozens, even hundreds of times greater than that of ordinary beastmen. There was no such thing as being unable to eat or drink any more.
Moreover, Brute Hammer was not targeting Ice Storm alone. He raised his cup to the Four Aces and five top experts of the Blood Skull Battlegroup at once. Everyone cast restraint to the winds, even clutching wine barrels as tall as a man and gulping them down like mammoths drawing water, instantly draining entire barrels of fiery liquor. Steam shot from all thirty-six thousand pores, turning the banquet as lively as a bathhouse.
With the atmosphere so frenzied, if Ice Storm did not down three to five, even seven or eight barrels of hard liquor, she would stand out far too much.
After three rounds of wine, Brute Hammer was the first to leap out again, inviting Ice Storm to liven things up with a War Dance.
The War Dance was a tradition unique to Turanze.
It involved performing powerful combat techniques in an extraordinarily exaggerated, dance-like form.
It was usually used at sacrifices and banquets, to please ancestral spirits, show respect to distinguished guests who had come from afar, or allow two Turan warriors who had once clashed to bury