He pushed open the wooden cabin's door.
A stale, decaying smell of long-settled dust and the pungent stench of alcohol washed over him.
Combined with Elder Feng's statement that Kartana had not practiced swordsmanship for a long time,
the room was filled with an atmosphere of decadence and depravity.
It was hard to imagine that Kartana, who had once trained so diligently in the Ultra Forest and regarded the sword as the most important thing in its life, had become this lazy.
Anyone who did not know better might have thought it was not a sword, but some unrivaled hammer.
After pondering for a few seconds, Su Hao walked inside.
He had also asked Leafeon about it on the way here, and Leafeon said this was the first time it had heard of it too.
Because in previous years, every time Kartana came to challenge it and lost, it would devote itself to training for a while.
Perhaps a few months, perhaps half a year, perhaps a year.
Then Kartana would come knocking again.
Only a few months had passed since Kartana's last challenge, so Leafeon truly had not expected it to suddenly become so dejected.
Inside the room,
empty gourds with traces of liquid still inside were scattered everywhere, making it nearly impossible to find a place to step.
Fortunately, Su Hao could fly. He used Psychic-type power to lift himself and floated to the corner of the room, where he called out to Kartana, which was sprawled flat like a sheet of paper and sleeping soundly after a drunken binge:
"Hey, wake up."
His voice seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power. Even though Kartana was completely drunk, it still awoke at Su Hao's call.
After seeing its surroundings clearly, Kartana's first instinct was to draw its