Chapter 480: Chapter 480: A Thousand Cups Without Falling
Fearing Yang Qi might go back on his word, Tang Fei and his group promptly gulped down the liquor in front of them.
Tang Fei deliberately turned his empty glass upside down. "I’ll drink first as a sign of respect," he said with a laugh. "Next up, it’s your turn, Brother Yang!"
They were already calling him "brother." It was clear that Tang Fei was getting ahead of himself, absolutely convinced he would win. He didn’t stop to consider why he had lost so miserably at the opening ceremony, or why Yang Qi’s victory had been so absolute.
Yang Qi simply smiled, picked up his glass, and downed one after another.
In their eyes, Yang Qi’s drinking pace would surely have him passed out on the floor. Who could have expected that after draining his glasses, he would simply grin and exclaim, "Great liquor, just a little weak!"
"This kid can really hold his liquor!"
Tang Fei and the others exchanged glances, though they weren’t entirely surprised. Since Yang Qi had been so agreeable, his tolerance for alcohol was probably decent. Five glasses wasn’t an impossible amount; all five of them could handle that much. For every glass they each drank, Yang Qi had to drink five. If they completed five rounds, he would have to drink twenty-five. Twenty-five glasses would definitely get him drunk. He’d be completely out cold.
"Continue!"
During the second round, Yang Qi once again downed five glasses with ease.
"Impressive tolerance!" Tang Fei gave him a thumbs-up, but inwardly he was cursing. Yang Qi doesn’t even look that strong. He’s so refined and gentle, how can he drink so much? It’s bizarre.
The others were also shocked, but they refused to give up. So he could drink? Then they would just keep going.
The third round ca and went, then the fourth, and then the fifth. After five full rounds, Yang Qi had drunk twenty-five glasses of liquor by himself, yet he acted as if nothing had happened.
Tang Fei and his friends were about to lose their minds. What kind of tolerance is this? Even if he were just drinking water, he should be bloated to death by now! Is he even human?
"Mr. Yang, are you all right?" Chen Baixiang was extrely worried. That was twenty-five glasses of liquor, and in goblets no less. While not the largest kind, they weren’t small either, each holding at least three ounces. That was far too much. Wasn’t he at risk of alcohol poisoning?
"Mr. Yang, it doesn’t matter if I lose. I’m not short of money. The important thing is that you don’t harm your health," Chen Baixiang pleaded, her worry evident.
"No harm done!" Yang Qi looked at the five people across from him and smiled. "Co on, let’s continue! We’re not stopping until we’re drunk!"
Tang Fei and the others looked troubled, but they clenched their teeth and kept drinking.
Another five rounds passed.
Yang Qi had now drunk a total of fifty glasses, while each of the other five had drunk ten. Fortunately, they had sobering pills; otherwise, they would have already collapsed. This was no way to drink foreign liquor.
They assud Yang Qi had no sobering pills and must be on the verge of passing out. At the very least, his stomach should be bloated to the bursting point.
What they didn’t know was that Yang Qi was already using his Spiritual Power to expel the liquid through his pores. As for the alcohol, he simply decomposed it with his Spiritual Power—a thod far more potent and long-lasting than the sobering pills Tang Fei’s group was using.
"Again, again!" Yang Qi yelled to the waiter, who brought over more liquor. Although each bottle cost twenty to thirty thousand, Yang Qi didn’t care. He had made a tidy sum this ti, all of it profit. As long as he could get his hands on Tang Fei’s Jade Ring, it would be worth it.
Tang Fei couldn’t tell what was so special about the Jade Ring, but Yang Qi could. It was a Magic Artifact—a Defensive Magic Artifact. It could conjure a shield to block attacks, and the stronger the user’s Spiritual Power, the larger the shield’s defensive area.
Although Yang Qi had his Stone Armor Technique and Alchemy Blade, their defensive capabilities were nothing compared to this Magic Artifact. This thing could likely stop bullets. Even if he didn’t use it himself, he could give it to soone else in the future.
On the open market, a treasure like this would fetch at least a billion, but even with that kind of money, you’d be hard-pressed to find one for sale. In modern society, no one knew how to forge Magic Artifacts anymore. They were almost all relics from ancient tis. To obtain one was an incredible feat.
Just as Tang Fei started to get up, Yang Qi pushed him back down. "Young Master Tang, let’s get one thing straight first. No bathroom breaks. Anyone who goes to the bathroom automatically loses!"
"Huh?"
Tang Fei and the others were stunned. Their sobering pills were about to wear off. Without them, their stomachs were going to burst. But if he refused now, Yang Qi might just quit, and all their efforts would be for nothing. Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to agree.
And so, the drinking competition resud.
Yang Qi drank with a smile. Not only did he feel no discomfort, but he was also using the process of neutralizing the alcohol to practice his control over his Spiritual Power. It was killing two birds with one stone.
His opponents, however, were reaching their limit. Their stomachs felt swollen to bursting, their sobering pills had worn off, and the alcohol was making them dizzy. It was an incredibly unpleasant sensation. After only twelve rounds, they felt they couldn’t swallow another drop. The feeling was agonizing.
They couldn’t understand how Yang Qi was holding up. After twelve rounds, he had drunk sixty glasses of liquor. His damn stomach must be a bottomless pit! It’s just too bizarre. Not only that, but the alcohol can’t seem to conquer him either. He really can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
"What are you all staring at? Keep going," Yang Qi said with a smile after finishing his five glasses for the thirteenth round.
"No, I can’t. I’m done for, I feel like I’m going to die! I need to go to the bathroom," Jiang Shan blurted out, unable to hold it any longer. As a woman, her tolerance was probably the lowest of the five.
"I can’t take it either! I’m out! No more drinking," Tang Fei waved his hands dismissively, feeling as though the slightest touch would make his stomach explode.
"Now, that won’t do." Yang Qi stood up, grabbed a full glass, pried open Tang Fei’s mouth, and poured the liquor down his throat.
PFFT!
Like a flood breaking through a dam, Tang Fei lost all control. He had wet himself, and the foul stench of urine quickly filled the private room. Chen Baixiang imdiately put on a mask and backed away from the table.
He’d wet himself! Tang Fei had wet himself! Jiang Shan had wet herself!
Of the five people across the table, all but Yagyu Youya had suffered from incontinence. It was humiliating. Utterly humiliating. This was without a doubt the most shaful mont of their adult lives. Wetting your pants as a child was one thing, but this was completely different.
"Co, co, let’s keep going!" Yang Qi went one by one, pouring the remaining four glasses down the throats of the others.
Yagyu Youya tried to spit the liquor out, but Yang Qi clamped a hand over his mouth, forcing him to swallow. Good grief, this ti even Yagyu Youya abandoned all pretense of dignity, scrambling to his feet and running for the door in surrender. Unfortunately, just as he got outside, the distinct sound of gushing liquid followed him. Clearly, he couldn’t hold it in either.
"Giving up already? Co on, let’s continue," Yang Qi said, looking at Tang Fei with a placid smile.
At that mont, Yang Qi’s smile seed like a devil’s grin to Tang Fei. It was absolutely terrifying.
"No! I’m not drinking anymore! I’m not drinking!"
He was going crazy. Tang Fei felt he was about to lose his mind. If he had known Yang Qi could drink like this, he never would have suggested this contest. Now, he was filled with nothing but regret.
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