Chapter 48 48. The Venerable
One hundred and fifty glasses of wine were placed on the table, and gray air currents drifted up into the air, transforming into a rich aroma of wine that lingered around the nose.
They smelled no different, but Xia Feng could clearly sense that ten of them were fake Erli wine.
Of the 150 glasses of wine, 100 are for the competition, and the other 50 are for Xia Feng to drink extra because of the double card.
"Don't observe, they are all the same, just pick one at random." Yan Xujia didn't know why, but subconsciously felt annoyed with this Spade Man.
"It's okay, let him take his time to choose."
The withered man chuckled and tilted his head, "Your name is Yan Xujia, right? Seeing that you have just evolved into a calamity, I guess you can't withstand much calamity power yet. I will drink twenty cups later, and you can drink ten."
Xia Feng ignored the conversation between the two people. He just picked up the glass of Erli wine with anticipation and took a sip, but was immediately disappointed.
The concentration is too low, like a drop of evil dragon version of evil liquid diluted hundreds of millions of times to make wine, it has no taste.
He lost interest in savoring the food slowly and began to pick up the cups one by one and put them to his lips. The bronze mask was not a physical object, so it did not affect his eating and drinking.
As Xia Feng drank eight cups in a row, Yan Xujia and the withered man frowned and subconsciously stopped chatting.
The bartender reminded: "Attention, if the difference between the two sides is ten cups, the game will end immediately and the winner will be declared. The loser will be eliminated."
The two were startled and started drinking immediately.
But the Spade people seemed fearless, drinking one glass after another of wine, whether real or fake, without any need to digest it.
You know, even for these half-human, half-evil beings, although absorbing evil energy can increase their strength, it still takes a certain amount of time to digest, otherwise they will quickly lose their sanity and turn directly into monsters.
"Fuck, are you crazy?" The withered man's face changed suddenly when he saw Xia Feng drink thirty cups in one go, but he didn't dare to stop his hands and continued to drink crazily.
Yan Xujia covered his forehead with his hands and looked grim. He was lucky as he got two glasses of fake wine in a row, but after drinking five glasses of real wine, he began to feel unwell, and countless tiny and strange whispers rang in his ears.
The withered man felt something was wrong and quickly looked at the clown, looking for help.
The clown shook his head. "Don't worry, I've checked. This guy is indeed a pure human. Even if his spiritual pressure reaches the limit of a fifth-level super-level spiritualist, it's only about forty cups. As long as he's not at the Venerable Realm, there's nothing to be afraid of? Hmm?"
While the clown was talking calmly, Xia Feng drank forty-one and forty-two glasses in two and a half seconds.
"Fuck!" The withered man's scalp was numb. He had no time to think about it and was completely crazy!
Fifty cups.
Sixty cups.
And when Xia Feng raised the seventieth cup.
Yan Xujia was stunned. I won't die here, will I? He was panicked and desperately drank the tenth cup mechanically. Buzz——
He felt his scalp go numb, and the indescribable whispers in his ears became more three-dimensional. Six or seven horrific female corpses with pale faces and disheveled hair crawled out from the corners of the bar in his field of vision, staring at him with dim green eyes.
This means that his mental state is on the verge of collapse.
"Wait, wait! Wait!" The withered man's face turned pale as he grabbed Xia Feng's arm. "Brother, you are my real brother, stop drinking."
He really couldn't hold it anymore. Xia Feng drank seventy cups, and he and Yan Xujia had to drink thirty-five cups.
But twenty cups was his limit, and he didn't even have time to digest it. If he drank any more, he would really die.
Xia Feng paused.
The clown who had been silent for a long time looked solemn and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Spade, are you a venerable one?"
The Venerable is a realm above the fifth level. Every Venerable in the empire is famous. Before invading Area 51, the Divine Evil Society had investigated and found that there was no Venerable guarding Area 51 at all!
But what about this mysterious man in front of him? The clown stared at the Spade Man with a puzzled look.
If it is a Venerable, the Erli wine will certainly not have much impact on a spiritual master of this level. After all, the Venerable's life level is no longer within the scope of humans, so drinking seventy cups is naturally no problem.
In response to the clown's doubts, Xia Feng smiled slightly, put down his wine glass and said casually: "If you think it is, then it is~"
The clown looked unhappy and tilted his head to glance at the bartender.
Bartender Mino's expression was equally solemn. He shook his head and murmured, "His spiritual pressure is very strange, and it is impossible to peek into it. This is indeed an ability only the Venerable possesses. But there is a difference. The Venerable's spiritual pressure is impossible to peek into, but his entire person is impossible to peek into."
Isn’t that even scarier? Hey! The clown’s mouth twitched slightly.
Detecting the target's spiritual pressure is one of Mino's abilities, and he has never failed in the past few hundred years, unless he encounters a powerful person in the Venerable Realm.
Thinking of this, Mino just wanted to curse.
Originally, he thought that this Spade Man was just a foolish mortal who didn't know his place. He would naturally welcome foolish mortals, but the Venerable...
"Go away, sir! What's a big shot like this doing in this troubled place? Outing?" Mino maintained a stiff smile.
However, he had indeed heard that some venerables who were tired of living liked to play around in the human world by pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.
He's the kind of pervert who disguises himself as a first or second level spiritual master, gets bullied, and then gradually reveals his strength to kill a third level strong man.
What impressed him most was undoubtedly a dead pervert codenamed "Bei Ming" thirty years ago.
At first, he said he was weak and couldn't drink much, but as he drank, he unknowingly drank more than a hundred cups. He still remembered the surprised and pretentious tone after he drank everyone to death, "Huh? Why did you all fall down?"
This mysterious man in spades undoubtedly fits the behavior pattern of this kind of shameless and perverted person.
Xia Feng silently watched the changeable expressions of several people. He knew that these guys might have misunderstood something, but that was exactly what he wanted. Pretending to be a big boss is what I am best at!
"So, are we still competing?" He raised his glass towards them and said calmly.
The bartender shook his head. "The rules are absolute. Even I can't break them. The game ends only when one of both players dies or their sanity is reduced to zero. The remaining players can leave the realm of disaster."
The withered man's face turned pale, and he looked at the clown anxiously for help again. His puppet clone was already dead, and now he was the only real body. If he died again, he would be gone forever.
"Bang——"
Suddenly, a figure rushed over. Before the withered man could react, two glasses of wine were already stuffed into his mouth. He tilted his head back, staring with wide eyes, gurgling -
"Go to hell, you idiot!" Yan Xujia grabbed his jaw tightly and grinned, "As long as someone on both sides dies, then it's you who has to die, brother."
"Uh—uh—" The withered man covered his mouth and backed away repeatedly, his eyes bulging.
A minute later, his sanity disappeared in his madness, and his body collapsed into a pool of mud. The scene was extremely bloody.
"The game is over, dear guest, here are your prizes."
The bartender opened a pocket watch and placed it in front of Xia Feng, a respectful smile on his face. "Please check it."
There are 2g of infinite stone quietly placed in the pocket watch.
"Sir, what kind of stone do you want?"
Xia Feng paused and said casually, "Water."
Mino also put a water-blue round stone into the pocket watch. The stone emitted a faint blue light, mysterious and extraordinary.
But Xia Feng's attention was drawn to the pocket watch containing the Wuliang Stone. After thinking for a moment, he looked up and asked, "Let me ask you a question. Where did this pocket watch come from?"
Mino was stunned by the question and subconsciously looked at the clown.
(End of this chapter)
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