Drunken Xuan Zi Still Drops the Ball

Xuan Zi had always been one to let alcohol ruin his affairs.

Once he started drinking, not even ten oxen could wake him up.

The teachers of the Shrek Academy inner court were completely numb.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't wake Xuan Zi, who was sleeping like a dead pig.

Unless they resorted to some extreme measures.

Otherwise, in his current state, if Xuan Zi were teleported to the Arena Tournament, it wouldn't just be a free kill for the opponent; it would be a disgrace to Shrek Academy.

However, Xuan Zi's status was incredibly esteemed.

In the entire Shrek Academy, only Mu En could keep Xuan Zi in check.

Let alone a mere inner court teacher, who wouldn't dare do anything to Xuan Zi.

Even the others in the Sea God Pavilion wouldn't dare to easily offend him.

Just as the Shrek inner court teacher was caught in an internal struggle, a hunched figure suddenly descended without a sound.

Slap...

A crisp sound of a palm striking flesh rang out.

Mu En had delivered a fierce slap across Xuan Zi's large face.

That's right, the person who arrived was none other than Shrek's pillar of support, Mu En.

At this moment, Mu En was simply frustrated by his inability to make Xuan Zi live up to expectations.

After the first two rounds of the Arena Tournament, anyone with a brain could see that the tournament's start time was reset every week.

Therefore, Mu En had long since given orders to be fully prepared on the day the Arena Tournament began.

The participants for the Arena Tournament were matched completely at random.

Even though the first two rounds had been against the Holy Spirit Cult, it didn't mean that subsequent battles would continue to revolve around them.

To prevent any mishaps, Mu En had made preparations early in case a Shrek member was suddenly selected.

He had thought that by giving orders in advance, everything would be fine.

Yet, he hadn't expected that this unreliable, sabotaging fool Xuan Zi would drop the ball again.

He had actually gotten dead drunk on the very day the third round of the Arena Tournament was set to begin.

This made Mu En so angry that he couldn't hold back!

He acted directly to slap Xuan Zi awake.

"You bastard!"

"Who dares to ambush this old man!"

Xuan Zi took the slap from Mu En.

Although he was still dazed, his eyes were filled with rage and resentment.

He was a dignified Super Douluo, yet he had been slapped on his own turf!

This was nothing short of a humiliating disgrace!

Xuan Zi's gaze swept rapidly around his surroundings.

He wanted to find the culprit who had disturbed his beautiful dream.

The next moment...

When Xuan Zi's gaze landed on Mu En, he was instantly startled.

"Uncle-Master, why are you here?"

"Has something major happened?"

Xuan Zi was a shrewd man.

When he saw Mu En's gloomy, aged face, he immediately realized something was wrong.

Usually, unless something major occurred, Mu En would not easily show himself.

Now that Mu En had come personally, with such a grim expression, even if Xuan Zi were unconscious from drink, he could still sense the gravity of the situation.

"Do you know what day it is today?"

Mu En suppressed the fire in his heart and questioned him.

Xuan Zi was confused and shook his head.

"I don't know!"

Xuan Zi had a carefree personality; how could he possibly remember such things?

Plus, he was just an unreliable, sabotaging fool.

Expecting him to answer correctly was nothing more than a pipe dream.

"Look up at the Heavenly Ranking!"

Mu En looked at Xuan Zi, who didn't know a single thing.

He was so angry he wanted to give the man a sound thrashing.

He had been far too lenient with Xuan Zi in the past.

Xuan Zi did as he was told.

When he saw the matchup list published on the Heavenly Ranking, Xuan Zi froze on the spot, his mind roaring with shock.

"What kind of joke is this?"

"Am I seeing things?"

Xuan Zi hoped he had misread it.

But he rubbed his eyes, only to find the list remained unchanged, and Xuan Zi realized he was in trouble.

"Damn it!"

"Why was I chosen at a time like this?"

Regret surged through Xuan Zi's heart.

His head was spinning.

If he really had to fight in the Arena Tournament, he wouldn't be able to unleash his full strength.

"Uncle-Master, what should I do now?"

Xuan Zi looked at Mu En for help.

In his current state, he was at a massive disadvantage!

The Second Worship of the Martial Soul Hall was no pushover.

Even if he weren't currently drunk, Xuan Zi wouldn't have been confident in defeating him at his peak.

"I have already investigated some information on Golden Crocodile Douluo, which might be of some help in your upcoming battle."

"As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

"As people of later generations, we hold a natural advantage in terms of information."

"We know everything about them, while they know nothing about us."

"In this way, we have already gained the upper hand before the battle even begins."

"At the same time, a sobering soup is on its way."

"You absolutely cannot lose this battle."

Although Mu En was angry that Xuan Zi was a hopeless case, he still arranged everything for him.

After all, Xuan Zi was the successor he had chosen!

No matter how unreliable Xuan Zi was, the future of Shrek had to be taken over by him.

Moreover, this battle concerned the reputation of Shrek.

Xuan Zi could not afford to lose, no matter what.

A warm current rose in Xuan Zi's heart.

As expected, Mu En still cared about him!

Just as Xuan Zi was about to thank Mu En properly, the Arena Tournament portal forcibly teleported him away.

Mu En hadn't even had the chance to tell Xuan Zi the intelligence he had gathered.

And the sobering soup—Xuan Zi didn't get to drink that either.

Mu En stood frozen in place, his face full of bitterness.

"In the end, it was a step too late!"

This wasn't a deliberate attempt to target Xuan Zi or deny Shrek time.

It was simply that Xuan Zi had wasted too much time!

An entire hour had passed since Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped onto the arena.

Yet, Xuan Zi had been dawdling the whole time.

If they had waited any longer, the opportunity would have been lost entirely.

Therefore, the portal initiated a forced teleportation.

On the arena...

With a flash of white light!

Xuan Zi's figure finally appeared in the public eye.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Xuan Zi, who was just as burly as himself.

A raging fighting spirit ignited within his eyes.

"Worthy of being an opponent who can match me!"

"It looks like what follows will be a hearty, exhilarating duel."

Golden Crocodile Douluo braced himself with absolute focus.

Xuan Zi looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo across from him and hurriedly waved his hands.

"Wait a moment!"

"I am currently in a drunken state; could you give me a little time to prepare?"

"As the dignified Second Worship of Martial Soul Hall, you surely wouldn't stoop to taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state, would you?"

Xuan Zi spoke up to request a delay in the battle.

If they were to start fighting now, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned, falling into deep thought.

"I never expected this!"

"This Taotie Douluo, a dignified level 98 Super Douluo, would actually play such petty tricks."

"He wants to use drunkenness as an excuse to make me lower my guard."

"If I truly believed him, I fear I would fall right into his trap."

"It seems this person is not only powerful but also possesses deep cunning."

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not believe the nonsense about Xuan Zi being drunk for a second.

Having cultivated to their level, there were no fools among them.

The start time for the Arena Tournament was fixed.

Knowing this, how could Xuan Zi possibly have gotten drunk at exactly this moment?

This was clearly a lie meant to make him careless.