*Cough!*
*Cough!*
Dourner kept coughing uncontrollably. On the one hand, he didn't want Theo to waste the wine he had spent 200 hundred years cultivating. On the other hand, he didn't want to accept the fact he had lost to a mere kid.
"What's wrong?" Theo's smile became even bigger. "You can surrender now."
"You bastard. I'm not going down." Dourner gritted his teeth and poured the wine again.
Clone Theo drank the wine without hesitation, finishing it not long after Dourner.
1st Jar…
2nd Jar…
3rd Jar…
By the time they got into the fourth jar, Dourner had dropped his jar and looked down with so much regret in his heart. "I've lost…"
His heart was bleeding when seeing Theo wasting all that wine.
"Hahahaha!" The dragon laughed and raised his head. "It's been a while since I last saw something so amusing."
"This is not a laughing matter." Dourner gritted his teeth.