The second bottle, Ye Chenfeng kept up.
The third bottle, Ye Chenfeng still followed.
The fourth bottle, the Samurai clearly staggered and slowed down, but Ye Chenfeng's eyes shone brighter, dazzling like stars.
The fifth bottle, the Samurai swallowed half a bottle with difficulty, seeing Ye Chenfeng's calm demeanor. He gulped down the remaining half in one breath.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
But immediately, the Samurai spewed out most of the liquor, even spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Uuu..."
Even more terrifying was his body convulsing violently on the ground, making incoherent sounds.
"Next, it's your turn!"
Ye Chenfeng swept his icy gaze over the remaining nine people.
Defeated before the battle even began!
This time, words like fighting to the death, guaranteed victory... all vanished from everyone's minds.
Ye Chenfeng dealt with the remaining nine using just nine bottles.
Most people simply gave up on their own...
"Weak, too weak."
