Qin Yi ultimately underestimated Cong Yang, this guy is simply not human, his speed didn’t decrease at all at fifty bottles.
Well, he is a famous young powerhouse, a genius, a freak, overall he truly is not human.
"Qin Yi, your speed is a bit slow! Even the won here are faster than you."
Cong Yang’s drinking speed didn’t decrease but increased, and he even had ti to mock Qin Yi before finishing his drink and moving on to the next bottle.
Qin Yi’s star-like bright eyes squinted slightly and he subconsciously tightened his lips.
Liu Yiren showed a gloating smile. Whenever Qin Yi tightened his lips, it ant trouble was coming for soone.
She had already started to mourn for this young master Cong in her heart, hoping he wouldn’t et a tragic end. Being close to Qin Yi, she knew his character best and thought he was vengeful. Cong Yang was finished.
However, she was also surprised at how well Qin Yi could hold his liquor.
People around were cheering for Cong Yang.
Cong Yang was well-liked in Stone City. Although born into the Guardian Family, he didn’t have the arrogance of a typical rich young master. He treated everyone equally, from high officials to street vendors, and was very popular.
When Cong Yang finished his sixtieth bottle, Qin Yi was eight bottles behind him.
After the seventieth bottle, they were five bottles apart.
Cong Yang’s initially relaxed deanor beca gradually serious, and he looked back at Qin Yi with eyes full of vigilance, as this guy was catching up to him fast.
A pretty boy, yet could drink this much? It was the first ti he’d seen this.
Cong Yang instinctively sped up, but Qin Yi always maintained a two-bottle gap with him.
When they finished the hundredth bottle, they were tied.
Cong Yang opened his mouth and burped, his originally dark face turning the color of a pig’s liver.
Cong Yang had limits. His drinking capacity had been tested countless tis, and at his best, he could drink more than a hundred and forty bottles.
He originally thought that Qin Yi, just a skinny pretty boy, could at most manage fifty bottles, but now Qin Yi’s drinking capacity had truly shocked him.
The key point was that he had been watching Qin Yi closely, and there wasn’t the slightest fluctuation of Qi on him, no energy movent to dispel the alcohol’s effects, which was a bit terrifying.
"Qin Yi, I respect you as a man. But you’ve probably reached your limit, right? If you can’t hold on, you can concede, we won’t laugh at you."
The people around nodded in agreent, expressing their approval.
The people of Stone City are bold and forthright, and Qin Yi’s bold drinking of a hundred bottles had won them over.
Qin Yi’s lips curled with a mysterious smile, remaining silent, as he picked up the hundred and first bottle, finished it in two steps, and moved on to the next one.
Cong Yang’s mouth twitched a few tis, gritted his teeth and picked up another drink. If he lost to Qin Yi on his ho turf, how could he face anyone?
Qin Yi remained unhurried, his deanor, pace, and drinking speed exactly the sa as when he drank the first bottle.
The crowd was astonished!
What kind of monster was this guy, Cong Yang was already flushed and tipsy. Qin Yi, however, showed no signs of intoxication.
Qin Yi laughed inwardly, a killing array? You want to kill my prestige, you’re too delusional.
One hundred ten bottles...
One hundred thirty bottles...
One hundred fifty bottles...
The scene was already dead silent, one could hear a pin drop, everyone was stunned by Qin Yi.
Pop!
A sound like a burst pipe ca from behind.
A chorus of exclamations from the crowd ensued!
Qin Yi turned to look back with a mocking gaze, Cong Yang had drunk too much.
Cong Yang lagged behind by more than a dozen bottles, he tried hard to catch up, but no matter how hard he tried, it was futile, he simply couldn’t drink anymore. When drinking his one hundred thirty-seventh bottle, the beer went in through his mouth and sprayed out through his nose.
Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed: "Young master Cong, although I don’t know how the won here drink, but as for n, haha..."
"Bullshit, you dare mock , see if I don’t drink you to death, I can still drink..." Cong Yang pointed at Qin Yi, angrily said.
Everyone had peculiar expressions.
Qin Yi said sarcastically, "Young master Cong, I’m right here."
"Where? Where the hell are you? Don’t hide, let’s keep drinking..."
Cong Yang was really drunk, his face had turned the color of a pig’s liver, his gaze was unfocused, dazed, he couldn’t even distinguish between north, south, east, and west.
Qin Yi snickered and continued to drink.
"Young master, you can’t drink anymore."
Cong Yang’s attendants ca up to support him, but he pushed them a few ters away.
Cong Yang has inborn divine strength, even if he doesn’t circulate his cultivation, a light push is hard for a normal person to withstand.
"Who are you looking down on? I’ve never lost a drinking contest, I can still drink..."
Cong Yang squinted his eyes, trying hard to focus his scattered gaze, then bent down to take a bottle of alcohol from the floor. But his hand circled around the bottle, unable to grasp it.
"Damn it, how many bottles are there?"
His gaze was blurred, seeing everything in double.
He finally grabbed a bottle, but with a bang, he couldn’t control his strength and shattered the bottle directly.
Cong Yang’s strength was exceptionally terrifying, usually, a casual squeeze could break gold and crack stone, not to ntion these beer bottles, which were like paper in his hands.
"Who, who broke my bottle, do you not want to live?"
The crowd was silent, everyone could see Cong Yang was drunk. But they didn’t dare to speak, nor did they dare to ask.
Cong Yang staggered towards the next bottle, but his foot slipped, and his massive body collapsed to the ground, making the ground tremble.
"Young master!"
Cong Yang’s attendants hurried over, but a few n couldn’t lift him, this guy was like an iron tower, with a surprisingly heavy weight.
anwhile, Qin Yi had already picked up the last bottle, slowly turned to look at the drunken Cong Yang, and mockingly said, "Young master Cong, cheers!"
With that, he lifted his head and finished the drink in one go.
The entire venue was astonished!
One could believe that by tomorrow, the na Qin Yi might beco famous in Stone City, after all, the only person who can drink two hundred bottles of deadly Wusu beer without blushing or skipping a beat is Qin Yi.
"Everyone get out of the way, I can get up myself."
Cong Yang shooed away his attendants, struggling to get up, but his limbs were weak, rolling around on the ground, finally bumping into a nearby stall’s trash can.
"That’s how it should be, drinking must be done with a big cup."
Cong Yang hugged the trash can: "Qin Yi, see if I don’t drink you to death, ugh..."
Whoa...
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Cong Yang vomited, but what he threw up was all beer, and his mouth was like a fountain, instantly filling the trash can, which was over a few dozen centiters high and more than thirty centiters in diater.
"Co on Qin Yi, switch to the big cup, I finished, it’s your turn..."
Qin Yi’s face turned dark, his mouth twitched, and his stomach churned. He really wanted to beat up this fool, he seriously suspected Cong Yang was faking being drunk.
"You drink yourself, I’ll just use the bottle."
Cong Yang mumbled in a daze, his head leaning towards the trash can: "Then I’ll... I’ll have a toast first..."
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