Rebirth of the Prime Dragon Master novel Chapter 315

"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 platform. His eyes looked blurry as if he was a little unsteady. The congregation was taken aback, and they all thought automatically, 'What? He is late for the ultimate competition just because he had indulged in some liquor?'

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 a competition in the afternoon? It's not straightforward for you to get into the third round of the competition. How can you consume 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 the competition?" 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 speaks last. Isis, became more doubtful and thought involuntarily, 'You are concealing something from me. I have never come 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 declare, 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 the coming competition. If Rocky was intoxicated to play an array of drunken fists, he might do it relatively 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 the competition, 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 playing. With such a suspicious mind, he instantly said to Rocky and Dunn, "If you both are ready, let's launch the final round of the competition now! Since Rocky was first to get the red spiritual crystal in the 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 glances 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 contemplated with great bewilderment and frowned. According to Rocky's previous performance at the Army Flag Contest, she was informed that he had comprehensive 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 annoyed compared to Isis's reaction. The sole thing that crossed her mind was that Rocky was fiddling around and did not take heed of the competition at all! She was disillusioned with him.

The only man who maintained his composure and placidity was Lance. He only fixed his attention on Rocky as if he was drowning in a particular 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 competition, he would automatically be promoted to the Frontline Commander. By then, he would be enchanted and hold his head high in front of all the congregation.