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Why was Lin Baici still being polite?
The Drunken Fairy Fist within the blink of an eye, each punch hitting its mark.
This dog-headed creature was already dead drunk, but just like many winos, although obviously too unsteady to stand, still insisted, "I'm not drunk." That's exactly how the dog-headed creature felt right now, in three words:
I'm not drunk!
But fists don't lie, and the dog-headed creature couldn't aim at Lin Baici anymore.
"It should be good now!"
Lin Baici crouched and lunged forward, slapping a paw towards the dog-headed creature's chest.
Great Impression Hand!
There was no other way; he had to use it. Hoping that the dog-headed creature would collapse and pass out from complete intoxication wasn't realistic. Moreover, the longer this process dragged on, the greater the probability that Lin Baici would be killed. After all, this monster was powerful enough to easily dispatch a God Hunter.
