Ye Chenfeng actually downed a shot of whiskey without even blinking.
"It seems like he’s really good at drinking."
Everyone looked at Ye Chenfeng with eyes full of disbelief.
"Don’t worry, this is just the first bottle."
Everyone kept their eyes on the changes happening in the arena.
"Gulp gulp..."
Kojima Ninoro finished his second bottle. His face was already turning red, and his body was slightly swaying.
Adding the ones he had before, he had at least drunk four bottles.
"Gulp..."
In front of everyone, Ye Chenfeng downed another bottle of whiskey.
"..."
The entire place went silent, feeling sowhat terrifying.
"Tell the back to switch the drinks to chilled ones, they’re better cooler."
Ye Chenfeng said discontentedly.
By this ti, Kojima Ninoro’s expression had changed.
His gaze towards Ye Chenfeng was filled with seriousness.
"Continue on!"
Ye Chenfeng provocatively looked at him.
Kojima Ninoro hesitated for a mont, but still grabbed a bottle and stuffed it into his mouth.
"...Pfff..."
Just as he was nearing the bottom, Kojima Ninoro couldn’t control himself anymore and spat it all out.
"Thud!"
He collapsed to the ground with a thud, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
He had really drunk himself to bleeding.
Ye Chenfeng downed another bottle and smiled, "Next one."
"Pfft!"
Everyone looked at him with incredulous eyes, as if they were looking at an animal.
"Pfft!"
The second person also spat it out after a bottle and a half.
Given it was a whole bottle’s worth, and considering it was traditionally drunk one glass at a ti, downing an entire bottle would naturally be overwhelming.
"Next one!"
Ye Chenfeng shouted.
...
Including Kojima Ninoro, Ye Chenfeng had already taken down six people.
Aside from Kojima Ninoro being challenging, the others fell after barely more than a bottle.
Ye Chenfeng had drunk less than ten bottles of whiskey, but it was still about eight or nine bottles.
Everyone looked at Ye Chenfeng as if he were a monster...
My god, to drink eight or nine bottles of whiskey and still be able to chat and laugh, is he human?
This must be a monster, right?
By this ti, everyone’s expression had changed, thinking Ye Chenfeng was an absolute freak.
Or perhaps, he could be called the Wine God of myth!
"Boss, could your liquor be fake?"
So even doubted if the boss’s whiskey was real.
"Impossible, my whiskey has never been diluted."
The boss said helplessly.
Soone went to try a bottle of whiskey, and after one sip, spit it out.
Which confird the whiskey was real.
The remaining four looked at Ye Chenfeng, all sowhat daunted.
Regretting why they eagerly vied to be in the first tavern.
They weren’t even good at drinking in the first place, and with the tension, Ye Chenfeng wrapped up the fight with a total of five bottles.
"Is... is that still human?"
By now, Ye Chenfeng had already drunk over a dozen bottles of whiskey.
Even drinking ten bottles is enough to make one’s stomach burst, right?
Yet now Ye Chenfeng was perfectly fine, his stomach slightly protruding, but definitely not the volu of over a dozen bottles.
Skeptical that Ye Chenfeng was cheating, but with hundreds watching, Ye Chenfeng had no chance for tricks.
Unless he was truly a monster!
"Second tavern."
Ye Chenfeng slowly walked towards the second tavern, his steps wobbly at first, but the more he walked, the steadier he beca.
Everyone was treating Ye Chenfeng like a monster, given his extraordinary performance.
Chen Xijun and Phoenix walked worriedly beside Ye Chenfeng, only to find their worry was unnecessary.
"He actually ca out of the first tavern!"
When the second tavern’s crew of ten saw Ye Chenfeng coming, they were utterly shocked, their eyes almost popping out.
"If he’s out of the first tavern, doesn’t that an ten people have already been taken down?"
Everyone suddenly realized, and after a deep thought, broke into a cold sweat.
The second tavern’s ten, who initially thought they had no chance, found themselves frightened when the opportunity truly ca.
Upon learning about Ye Chenfeng’s feat of downing ten people with over a dozen bottles from the onlookers, the ten of them began to tremble.
Their gazes towards Ye Chenfeng were like looking at a monster, full of deep intimidation.
"No way, he’s already drunk over ten bottles, and we have ten more, doesn’t that give us a good chance?"
"Right, he’s already drank over ten bottles, I don’t believe he can handle another dozen!"
"Exactly, what if those ten lost, but brothers, we have to win this!"
...
Suddenly everyone realized this issue and couldn’t help but get excited.
"Let’s begin! I’ve got another eighty to go after you!"
Ye Chenfeng glanced at them impatiently.
Arrogant!
Completely over the top arrogant!
The ten glared at Ye Chenfeng resentfully, ready to give it their all to take him down.
The next scene shocked everyone as Ye Chenfeng lifted two bottles of whiskey simultaneously.
"Gulp gulp..."
One bottle down, and he imdiately swallowed another.
"Gah!"
The first opponent was directly scared.
"Pfft!"
Maybe because of psychological pressure, this person spat it out halfway through chugging his bottle.
"Weak, too weak."
Ye Chenfeng looked disdainfully at all ten of them.
Then Ye Chenfeng let them drink first.
Almost nine out of ten could only manage around one bottle, normally maybe more, but with such pressure, most spat before finishing a bottle.
Ye Chenfeng knocked out another ten with over a dozen bottles.
"Next one!"
Ye Chenfeng stepped away, his voice resolute and powerful.
The onlookers instantly broke into a cold sweat.
Not from heat, but from being stunned.
Having downed over twenty bottles of whiskey almost consecutively, Ye Chenfeng was practically fine.
Everyone exchanged glances, a shared thought: Is Ye Chenfeng’s stomach an ocean? How can it hold so much liquid!
The key is Ye Chenfeng never seems to visit the restroom, he finishes and directly moves to the next place.
"How does he store all that drink in his body? It should’ve destroyed his body by now?"
The onlookers were baffled, inhaling the thick scent of alcohol in the air, as if they were all tipsy from just the atmosphere.
"How is this possible? Where are the preceding twenty people?"
The ten inside the third tavern felt insane upon seeing Ye Chenfeng.
Their eyes were full of shock, horror, and disbelief!
"How is he able to drink so much? There couldn’t be a second person in the world who can drink like him, could there?"
Even Chen Xijun clutched her head, almost going mad.
Tonight she witnessed a miracle unfold!
"Enough talk, let’s begin!"
Ye Chenfeng said directly.
"I’ll face you!"
A person dressed like a Samurai stepped forward, calmly looking at Ye Chenfeng.
He finished his bottle, Ye Chenfeng followed suit.
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