"Hahaha! Brother, your drinking capacity is impressive, a thousand cups less when meeting a fellow drinker, what a true joy today is! Another round!"

The amount of liquor in this pot was more than two kilograms.

In just a few minutes, both men had each drunk three pots, with neither showing a red face or racing heart, but rather, they both appeared spirited and bright-eyed.

"Great liquor! So refreshing!"

Liquor filled.

Cheers.

Refill.

Drink again.

In one breath, both men each drank another two pots.

But then.

Duan Meng’s drinking speed began to slow, while Ye Fei continued as if it was nothing, calm and collected as though he wasn’t drinking pots but mere cups.

With a tilt of the head, a pot of liquor would be gone.

Duan Meng secretly admired it.

Once, he had considered himself the unrivaled drinker of the world.

But he hadn’t expected that this young man’s capacity would far exceed his own!

"Hahaha! Brother, solid! I admire you! Come on, let’s keep going!"

And so, another two pots went down.

However, Ye Fei remained composed, while Duan Meng was starting to struggle.

As he drank, people began to look a bit double to him.

Watching a somewhat dazed Duan Meng, Ye Fei’s mind drifted back to his past life.

Back then, in the immortal realms, every so-called god of drinks who boasted about never getting drunk eventually succumbed under my golden cup, didn’t they?

Even those old geezers who had been alive for a few forevers were no match for me, so it’s within reason for a mere mortal like you to not outdrink me.

After the last pot was finished, Duan Meng lifted the pot, then smashed it to the ground with a smack.

Standing up, staggering with a laugh, he said, "Brother, you’ve won! In terms of drinking, you’ve got my utmost respect on top of submission!"

"Come on! The drinking’s done, time to draw swords! Even if I die at your hand today, I’d die gratified!"

Ye Fei smiled faintly, "Draw swords for what? You’ve misunderstood me from the start, I’m not with those people at all."

"Ah? Really?! So, you’re not from the Pangu Sect?"

Ye Fei was slightly taken aback, "Of course, to be precise, I have some... unfinished business with the Pangu Sect."

With that, Ye Fei took out a stack of soft sister currency and handed it to the waiter, "Here, let me settle the bill first."

The waiter, who had never seen such a capacity to drink, had been dumbfounded several times over.

Hearing the mention of settling the bill, he quickly bowed and stepped forward.

"Sir, it’s not that much."

"Keep the rest as compensation."

"Compensation, for what?"

"You’ll know soon enough. Go hide in the kitchen for now, so you don’t get hurt."

The waiter was still confused after hearing this, but then he looked up through the window outside.

He saw a group of more than a dozen burly men, carrying knives and looking menacingly in this direction.

One of them was the same person who had threatened to drug him earlier.

The waiter quickly slipped out the back door.

Meanwhile, Ye Fei was unhurried and continued to enjoy his bowl of noodles with sauce.

Before he’d taken many bites, the people from the Pangu Sect had already rushed into the room.

"So you’ve finally shown yourselves! I never thought Zhao Yongtian would think so highly of me, sending so many from Shadow Hall to kill me. Brother, since you’re not with them, this has nothing to do with you. Get going. If there’s a chance, let’s have a proper drinking contest, a hundred rounds next time!"

"Go? Where would I go? Today, neither of you will leave here alive!"

Duan Meng frowned deeply at the newcomers, knowing that those dozen or so men were all Pangu Sect experts and that a fierce battle was imminent.

He whispered to Ye Fei, "Brother, follow my command. As soon as I shout, don’t think about anything else, just run as fast and as far as you can, and don’t look back. Got it?"

Having said that, Duan Meng picked up a chair with one hand and swung it out.

"Run! Quickly!"

With a loud roar, Duan Meng engaged in a fight with the experts, managing to tear open a gap in their encirclement.

After a flurry of blades and shadows, Duan Meng gradually fell to a disadvantage and was forced back into the room, his body slashed with over a dozen wounds.

But he laughed face-up, "Hahaha! My friend has already escaped safely. Now, we can have a glorious fight to the death!"

The people from Pangu Sect laughed at his words, "Duan Meng, have you lost your damn mind to booze? Safe escape my ass? That guy hasn’t moved at all."

"Huh?"

Duan Meng turned his head to look, and it was true.

The young man hadn’t moved an inch and was still thoroughly enjoying his meal.

This infuriated Duan Meng to the point where he almost cursed out loud right then and there.