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Chapter 400 - 400 400 What is Called the Descent of the Wine God

400: Chapter 400: What is Called the Descent of the Wine God 400: Chapter 400: What is Called the Descent of the Wine God “Why does this feel just like going to a night club for KTV and drinks with the bros,” Zhao Guang looked at the crowd.

It didn’t take long before everyone got familiar with one another.

You have to admit, when these people actively welcome someone into their group, they do it fast, and they’re all quite intelligent.

As for those with low EQ, Zhao Guang hadn’t seen any yet, not knowing whether they just hadn’t shown up yet.

Nevertheless, it would be chaotic if people everywhere looked at each other the wrong way and felt compelled to teach lessons; most people aren’t that foolish.

“Come on, let’s drink.

You beat us at charming girls, but I won’t lose at drinking.”

How is there even such a scene, Zhao Guang looked at Bai Yao approaching.

“Exactly, we won’t lose at drinking,” echoed the others, egging it on.

“Guys, that’s enough.

If something really happens, my grandpa will be after me,” Ye Zhi said helplessly—how did these people turn into this when gathered?

Though some had been soldiers, they hadn’t picked up the good stuff, just these habits.

“This is a man’s business, you ladies stay out of this, come on, pour them full.”

Zhao Guang could tell these people had no ill intentions.

They were just egging him on, apparently never having seen a real ‘God of Drink’.

“Alright, I’m going all out today, let’s see who drops first.”

“That’s what I like to hear, here’s to you,” Bai Yao said without hesitation.

Zhao Guang didn’t hold back either; the two went head-to-head.

Bai Yao indeed could hold his liquor, better than most, but he was way out of his league compared to Zhao Guang.

One drink down, his strong body could easily handle and metabolize it.

Thanks to his passive ability Rapid Regeneration, no amount of alcohol could affect him.

To Zhao Guang, drinking was like drinking water, no problem at all.

It was just a matter of taste; as for the alcohol, what was that even?

Before long, Bai Yao was a bit dizzy, yet Zhao Guang was just as he was at the beginning.

“Bai Yao, bro, don’t embarrass us Beijing guys,” Zhao Guang said.

“Exactly, what’s going on?

You usually can handle quite a lot.

If you can’t, switch with someone else.”

“Nonsense.

Who said I can’t?

I am a Beijing man,” Bai Yao raised his glass, though the figures before him were swaying.

He sensed trouble but still refused to back down.

The last drink hit hard, and he dove under the table.

“One down, who’s next?” Zhao Guang looked around.

“I’ll go; I don’t believe you’re that good at drinking.”

A young man stripped off his jacket, revealing well-toned muscles, clearly a tough guy at the drink table.

He looked promising, but it did not take long before he too lay down.

“Impressive, really impressive.

We’ve heard of some heavy drinkers, but never seen anyone like this before.”

They’d seen national-level drinking companions, but none as extreme as this; two down now, and both usually held their own.

“Any more takers?” Zhao Guang said, the atmosphere completely fired up.

This spurred a competitive desire in those around him, and immediately another jumped at the challenge.

“No way, can he really drink that much?

There can’t be a problem, right?”

“He really did drink it all himself.

At first, I thought he used some trick.”

The women nearby were also drawn in by the atmosphere.

Ye Zhi chuckled to herself.

She didn’t know this guy could hold his liquor like that; at home, Zhao Guang never drank alcohol.

If so, this wasn’t a trained skill; it was a natural gift.

“I don’t know, we’re actually not that close.”

“Come off it, you all live together; how can you not be close?”

“Exactly, look at those muscles, he must be strong,” said an older woman bluntly, making Ye Zhi blush.

Surely, married women dared to say anything.

“As you say, I wouldn’t know,” Ye Zhi’s voice faded under pressure.

“Stop giving Ye Zhi a hard time; she’ll tell us all about it after she gets married,” someone chimed in.

This turn of events almost gave Ye Zhi a slipped disk.

Pushed by these people, even if there was nothing, something would come out of it.

Ye Zhi sighed, she should have seen this coming.

But then, there was also Guo Siyu; who knew what would happen eventually.

An absent-minded Ye Zhi ate while chit-chatting inattentively.

Time flew by until suddenly someone exclaimed, “He’s taken the last one down, the last one!

My God, this is a real ‘God of Drink’.” It was a woman speaking.

There was no helping it; the last man was down too.

The floor was strewn with bodies, and only one sat upright.

It was Zhao Guang, still unchanged from the beginning.

If not for his reek of alcohol, you’d think he hadn’t had a drop.

Seeing everyone down, Zhao Guang grinned.

They tried to compete with him in drinking?

Now they all lay fallen.

He turned to look at Ye Zhi, who was speechlessly watching him.

“That’s it for today; we can’t play any longer.

Let’s do it another day.”

Ye Zhi got up, with others hurriedly calling for help to carry these people out.

After all, they were a group of women; how could they possibly move them?

Luckily, there were designated people for this, ensuring no one would take advantage of the intoxicated.

Even Elder Ye had come to inquire after hearing about this incident.

Unaware, one might think it was some significant event.

From that day onwards, Zhao Guang distinctly felt a fundamental change in how others treated him.

To be the last man drinking amongst them made him a remarkable figure in their eyes.

His words now carried more weight amongst these people.

The only thing Zhao Guang found ironic was that now, these guys dared not drink alcohol around him.

How scared they were of him, just because of that one beat.

Two days later, Zhao Guang changed locations and spent his day in the university library.

There, he spent most of his time.

Some special knowledge is hard to come by outside.

Being in the university was like a mouse in a rice jar for Zhao Guang, who eagerly absorbed all the useful information he could.

Beijing was a good place indeed; it was rich in the Power of Faith.

Whether it was the Imperial Palace or the flagpoles, there was a strong presence of this power.

Now what he needed was to construct more Magic Models to help him ascend quickly.