there was the sound of the great gong of the tournament of the towns greatest martial artists to gather and prove how good they were, Wong heard the gong and he tumbled over to the tournament area, the rules were simple, no weapons, just fighting skills, "Well in that case, i guess now better than ever, for a drink" Wong said as he popped open a keg of his home made rice wine, powerful stuff, and he drank it while walking up to the sign up sheet, and when he got there he was only buzzed, but was still drinking, he then wrote his name on the sign up sheet and he then walked up to the benches and waited for his name to be called up for fighting "good thing i bring enough to keep me drunk" he breathed on the person sitting next to him who could smell the alcohol on his breath who was waving his hand to wave away the alcohol