Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 635

Boom! The voice of the last member of the Nether Army trailed off. He used his dark energy and evil spirit and blended the two, turning them into the enlightening power. And in a fraction of a second, he started to demonize.

Although he never thought of Ian so much as an opponent, he knew that he was a force to be reckoned with. Otherwise, he and his companions wouldn't have pursued him for several days. But on the downside, even though they had put their efforts into chasing him, they still failed for Ian always escaped from their clutches.

"Humph! You see, if only you haven't outnumbered me, I wouldn't have to escape like a beaten dog. And now that even though I'm severely injured by bastards like you, you must know that a disciple from the Oriental College couldn't be bullied so easily," Ian spat in fury.

"Soar and Samson, hold your fire. Because if you don't, you'll just scare this last member of Nether Army off. In this way, Ian wouldn't get the glory," Ricky ordered the two through telepathy.

Ricky only knew a few things about Ian. And one of them was that he was a second-class middle spiritual king. And with the Enlightening Fruit that he had, he knew that he would surely make a breakthrough after this battle.

"Roger that," Samson replied.

Without hesitation, both Samson and Soar slowly lowered their attacks and backed off a bit to give them some space.

All of a sudden, a white sword appeared in Ian's hand which emitted some sort of unfathomable enlightening power. But all Ricky could do was tilt his head sideways and try to figure out what kind of power Ian's sword had as he was a little bit drunk.

Ricky was in a daze as his nose tried to follow the smell along with his eyes closed shut as if he was enjoying what he was smelling. At this point, it seemed that he had smelled the fragrance of the spirits and the invigorating scent of the wine.

"Ricky, are you drunk?" Terrence asked out of curiosity as he scratched his head in confusion.

"Hmmm...yes, you're right. Ian's swordsmanship is surely different from others that I have seen in the past," Ricky replied as he observed Ian's swordsmanship.

"Actually, it's uniquely called the Great Drunken Sword, which could also be known as a kind of swordsmanship you cultivate when you're drunk," Terrence said. "Ian's enlightening power, on the other hand, is the power of Drunken Enlightenment, from which you can smell the fragrance of wine.

When the Great Drunken Sword is used, any warrior inferior to the user will be immersed in a drunken stupor. One famous side effect is that that warrior won't even know that he has already been killed," Terrence explained.

"The Great Drunken Sword is a swordsmanship you employ when you're drunk. How interesting! I never knew such thing even existed," said Ricky after he heard Terrence's introduction. After listening to Terrence's lecture, he then shifted his attention to Ian as he tried to figure out how the drunken swordsmanship worked on him.

Holding the sword with his right hand, Ian turned over his left hand and produced a jar of wine in thin air. This strong and unavoidable aroma of the wine paired the overwhelming Drunken Enlightenment made Ricky literally drunk.

Those creatures with justice and sane minds, just like Ricky, would only think that they were having themselves a taste of the good wine in Ian's hand. However, evil creatures faced with this unique swordsmanship would become extremely drunk, violent, and most probably lose their minds.

"The killing intent coming from the Drunken Enlightenment is no less than that from the Killing Swordsmanship," Ricky sighed.

"You piece of shit! Your drunken swordsmanship is nothing when confronted by the Nether Army," the last member of the Nether Army cursed. He then pulled himself together and employed the Dark Enlightenment which easily removed the Drunken Enlightenment.

Overflowing with dark energy and evil spirit, his spiritual weapon suddenly surfaced—two black iron claws emerged on his arms ready to slash his opponent.

Ian only took a drink from the jar in his hand as a response to his opponent's move. But one drink wasn't enough for he drank from the jar again and again until he saw the bottom of the container. Obviously, he didn't care so much about the two imposing claws on his opponent's arms and just ignored them. It wasn't that long before Ian noticed that he had already sipped the last drop from the wine jar that he was holding.

But instead of getting drunk from all the wine that he had taken, he even seemed more confident and sober than ever. Thus, this made the Drunken Enlightenment around his body much stronger.

"Ricky, don't be surprised. This isn't something new. Before each and every battle, Ian would drink a lot. It's even said that drinking would allow him to employ more intense Drunken Enlightenment." Terrence continued to explain Ian's strange behaviors via their telepathic link.

"I guess I kind of understood that part already. To wield the Great Drunken Sword, you have to drink. But it kind of looks bad if Ian drinks alone," Ricky replied with a menacing smile on his face.