Chapter 211: A Contest

Will three bowls definitely get you drunk?

I don't think so.

He said.

He again picked up the wine bowl, skillfully drinking two more bowls in a row.

This time, after he finished drinking, a faint flush appeared on his face, yet he wore a confident smile and gave Lin Yang a slightly provocative look.

Immediately he said, "Young man, after three bowls I'm not drunk; your boast about the wine is exaggerated."

Lin Yang smiled but did not respond right away.

He simply stared silently at the old man, his gaze like a bottomless abyss hiding endless meaning.

His eyes held both admiration for the old man's drinking capacity and a sense of waiting for something.

The old man, being stared at like that by Lin Yang, felt inexplicably uneasy.

He rubbed his nose and said, "Why are you looking at me? I really did drink three bowls; I'm fine, not the slightest bit drunk."

Lin Yang remained silent, as if secretly calculating something in his mind, which only made the old man feel even more uncertain.

The old man, somewhat speechless, raised his voice with a hint of urgency and said.

Don't you believe me?

I'll give you three more bowls.

However.

Lin Yang still didn't utter a word, merely at the moment the old man was speaking.

A fleeting hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, like a shooting star across the night sky, gone in an instant.

The old man felt stifled, and his unwillingness to lose was completely ignited.

He almost shouted, "You still don't believe me? I'll drink it for you to see."

Saying that, he grabbed the wine bowl.

He drank three bowls of wine, one after another.

At this point, his cheeks were already flushed red, and his gaze began to blur.

But he held a chicken leg in his mouth, strained his body, and proudly said, "See?"

"As an old man, I've loved wine all my life, traveled south and north, tasted countless fine liquors; this so-called hero's wine, in my view, is nothing special."

Lin Yang remained silent, but the smile on his face grew more mysterious, as if hiding a secret unknown to others.

Seeing Lin Yang still like that, the old man's anger flared up instantly.

He angrily said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

You can't even handle three cups, can you?

Facing the old man's mockery, Lin Yang remained calm and unhurried, as if time slowed down for him.

He slowly raised a finger, which swayed gently in midair, seeming to carry a unique rhythm that attracted the old man's gaze.

The old man's face was full of doubt; his already furrowed brows twisted into a deep shape resembling the Chinese character for 'river'.

He asked, bewildered, "What do you mean by that?"

Lin Yang smiled faintly, his smile like a flower blooming in spring, warm and charming.

He leaned toward the old man, his motion gentle yet revealing an inexplicable confidence, slowly raising the old man's index finger and then said, "It means I can keep drinking (pointing)."

Facing Lin Yang's words, the old man first froze, his expression instantly solidifying as if time had stopped.

He never expected Lin Yang would respond to him in such a unique way.

Soon after, he seemed to suddenly understand something.

His expression shifted from shock to sudden realization.

It turned out Lin Yang was cleverly 'showing off'.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter; his hearty laugh echoed in the pavilion, startling the birds perched on the branches.

Laughing, he said, "You really put on a show in front of me, old man."

"But compared to me, you're still a bit immature."

After laughing, the old man eagerly took hold of Lin Yang's palm, his action seemingly casual yet with a hint of teasing.

He slowly bent Lin Yang's finger down at the middle, a smug smile on his face, as if declaring his victory to Lin Yang.

Lin Yang looked at him, puzzled, full of confusion, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The old man smiled faintly, his smile full of teasing, and said, "It means I can drink without end (pointing)."

Lin Yang also burst out laughing.

The old man also laughed along.

And thus ended this amusing little interlude of 'showing off'.

The old man seemed to have his fighting spirit ignited.

He picked up another bowl of heroic liquor, his eyes shining with a determined light, he looked triumphantly at Lin Yang, his gaze seeming to say, "You can't beat me."

Facing the triumphant old man, Lin Yang merely gave a meaningful smile, his smile like twinkling stars in the night sky, deep and mysterious, inscrutable.

Immediately after.

His gaze instantly turned sharp as an eagle's, fiercely locking onto the old man.

In that gaze a blazing battle flame seemed to ignite, and he said, "How about a contest?"

The old man, not to be outdone, likewise stared sharply at Lin Yang, excitement flashing in his eyes, as if anticipating a fierce showdown.

He replied, "Contest in what?"

Lin Yang answered without hesitation, "Wine!"

Hearing Lin Yang's words, the old man burst out laughing again.

His laugh was bright and heroic, as if it wanted to break through the clouds, making the surrounding air tremble slightly.

He said, "Interesting, I, the little old man, do have some friends, but there really hasn't been anyone like you who dares to drink against me, and you're the first."

"Since you've spoken up, I'll satisfy you."

"Go on, how shall we compare?"

When the old man said this, his face bore the confident look of someone who had Lin Yang figured out, as if victory was already firmly in his grasp.

Lin Yang merely smiled, that smile still hiding an unfathomable meaning.

He slowly said, "Let's just compare our capacity, see who can drink more."

The old man hardly thought about it before readily agreeing.

It seemed that for him this challenge was just a piece of cake, victory already beckoning.

And upon seeing this, Lin Yang smiled again with deep meaning.

That smile was like the expression of an experienced hunter seeing his prey take the bait.

He silently chanted in his heart without showing any outward sign.

Immediately, he quietly let the system use the abilities of Thousand Cups No Drunk and Ten Thousand Cups No Fall.