The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

This left not only Western audiences bewildered, but even the common people of Longxia were stunned.

"Who...who is this?"

"Didn't you say you were going to pick a tough guy? Why is this drunkard here?"

"That outfit, that stick... Holy crap! Wait! That's a baton?! Jingyang Ridge?!"

Some people realized what was happening, and their scalps instantly tingled.

"Wu Erlang! This is Wu Song!"

"Hahaha! I remember now! I was wondering why this look looked so familiar! The big boss actually brought him out!"

"This is a perfect match for my major! Fighting lions and tigers—that's the foundation of our profession!"

The people of Longxia, who were just moments ago uncertain, suddenly burst into laughter. Wasn't this just like that story they'd heard countless times in storytelling when they were kids? No matter what kind of Western mythical beast you are, once you're on Jingyang Ridge, a dragon has to coil up, and a tiger or lion has to lie down!

But foreigners don't understand.

The Western survivors looked at the drunken man on the ring who couldn't even walk straight, and a sense of absurdity rose in their hearts.

"This is Long Xia's trump card? A homeless alcoholic?"

"It seems Longxia is truly out of options, sending a drunkard to his death. Are they trying to make the Nemean Lion laugh to death?"

"Is that stick for picking teeth? Good heavens, this is utterly ridiculous!"

In the projection atop Mount Olympus, the gods also let out a contemptuous sneer.

In their view, Long Xia had given up on himself, sending a drunken mortal who couldn't even walk straight to his death.

On the arena.

The Nemean Lion sneezed, also affected by the strong smell of alcohol. It lowered its massive head, its dark golden eyes fixed on the tiny two-legged creature before it.

In its perception, this person possessed no divine power fluctuations, nor any of the high-level auras that it feared. He was simply a walking piece of meat, perhaps even more flavorful due to the alcohol soaking.

"roar!"

The lion has no intention of wasting time.

With a powerful kick of its hind legs, its massive body transformed into a dark golden lightning bolt, carrying a suffocating wind pressure as it hurtled straight towards Wu Song!

If this hits hard, not only would a person be crushed, but even a main battle tank would be turned into a pancake.

"Watch out!" Countless viewers instinctively covered their eyes.

The drunkard seemed completely oblivious to the gaping maw rushing towards him. He was still staring blankly at the empty bowl in his hand, seemingly annoyed that the wine was gone.

Just when the lion's claws were less than half a meter from his head.

"It's so noisy..."

The drunkard frowned, his face full of impatience.

Without him exerting any force, his previously swaying body suddenly slid to the side in a strange manner.

This slip was like a mudfish entering water, slippery and hard to handle.

boom!

The giant lion missed its target, its two sharp claws slamming into the ground, creating two bottomless craters in the arena, sending debris flying everywhere.

The drunkard was standing crookedly to the side of the lion, holding an empty bowl in his hand, looking at the huge creature with disdain.

"Where did this huge insect come from... making it so filthy and smelly?"

He let out a burp and casually slung the baton that looked like it might break at any moment over his shoulder.

"Hey, you over there."

Wu Song squinted, pointed at the phantom images of Western gods overhead, and, regardless of whether they understood him or not, shouted at the top of his lungs:

"This wine is finished. Go pour two more bowls for Grandpa!"

"otherwise……"

He paused, and the murky drunkenness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling ferocity and malevolence.

That was the look of a Heavenly Wounded Star who had killed people, drunk blood, and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Grandpa skinned this big worm and used the skin to buy wine!"

The Western gods were stunned.

To pay for the drinks?

Peeling?

Is this your attitude toward mythical creatures?

"Arrogant!"

The Nemean Lion was utterly enraged. As the nightmare of Hercules, how could it have ever suffered such an insult? Every single hair on its body, like steel spikes, stood on end, and crimson divine patterns surged beneath its originally dark golden skin.

"Awooo—!!"

This roar, with its tangible sound waves, was powerful enough to shatter the internal organs of mortals.

But Wu Song stood still and simply picked at his ear.

"Shut up! What are you yelling about?!"

He casually tossed the empty bowl in his hand aside.

*Snap*

The bowl broke.

That crisp sound was like a starting pistol.

Wu Song suddenly sprang up.

One second he was a drunkard who couldn't even stand up straight, the next second he was like a fully drawn bow, his joints making a series of popping sounds.

"Your hide looks thick, you beast!"

"Fine, Grandpa's going to see if your blond hair is tougher, or if my fists are tougher!"

Wu Song stomped his foot and instead of retreating, he advanced directly into the giant lion's embrace!

This move left everyone dumbfounded.

Isn't this just delivering food?

But Wu Song didn't care about any of that. Although the staff in his hand was just an ordinary stick, at this moment, with the blessing of the concept of "traveler", this stick became an extension of the rules.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The cudgel slammed down hard on the giant lion's forehead.

Although the blow did not shatter the dark gold shield, and the club itself even broke in two due to the recoil, the shockwave that penetrated to the bone caused the Nemean Lion's head to slump downwards, almost popping its eyeballs out.

"Physical immunity?"

Wu Song dropped the broken stick in his hand, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

He didn't use any weapons.

He raised two fists the size of sandbags.

There was no golden light or special effects on the fist, only rough calluses and bulging veins.

"Grandpa never relied on weapons to fight tigers."

"I'm going to beat you up, you blind beast!"

Taking advantage of the lion's moment of dizziness, Wu Song rode directly on its neck!

This is the legendary story of Wu Song riding a tiger!

The moment this pose was struck, the golden light of national destiny surged across the land of Longxia. This is a scene etched into the genes of the nation, a concrete manifestation of all the legends of "human will conquering nature" that have been passed down for five thousand years.

"Get down on your knees!"

With his left hand, Wu Song firmly gripped the giant lion's hard, iron-like mane. He clenched his right fist, swung his arm in a wide arc, and with a fierce force as if he wanted to tear a hole in the sky, he slammed it down hard!

boom!

The punch landed squarely on the lion's eye socket.

The supposedly absolute defense and physical immunity shield was strangely dented in front of this punch.

"Awooo—!!!"

The giant lion roared in agony.

It doesn't understand.

Why? Why didn't the rules apply? Why could this mortal's fist hurt it?

Su Yun sat in the command room, watching this scene, and smiled slightly.

"Silly cat."

"When Wu Song fought the tiger, was it just an ordinary tiger? It was the spirit of 'never backing down in the face of difficulties' that our ancestors embodied!"

"This energy is specifically designed to break through your fancy defenses."

"This is called—conceptual restraint."

On the arena.

Wu Song gave the giant lion no chance to catch its breath.

Punch after punch.

Every punch lands squarely.

Each punch was accompanied by a roar.

"Three bowls and you're done?"

boom!

"I'm going to do it anyway!"

boom!

"Are you a mythical beast?"

boom!

"Even if the King of Hell himself comes, he'll still have to offer Grandpa a bowl of wine!"

boom! boom! boom!

The once arrogant Nemean lion, boasting immunity to physical attacks, was now being ridden on the neck and ground to the ground by a man who only reached its knees. Layer upon layer of its proud divine power shields were being shattered like peeling an onion under Wu Song's unreasonable iron fists.

The excruciating pain drove it mad, and it frantically shook its body, trying to throw the person on its back off.

But Wu Song seemed to have taken root on its back, remaining unmoved no matter how turbulent the wind and waves were.

"This...this is impossible..."

In the clouds, the faces of the Western gods turned green.

This is not what they expected!

Wu Song was caught up in the fight and had no intention of stopping. The more he fought, the brighter his eyes became, and the stronger his drunkenness grew.

"happy!"

"Waiter! Bring me some wine!"

"These snacks to go with the drinks...are quite chewy!"