The second bowl!
Ren Botao and Ye Fan finished at almost the same time!
After two bowls of liquor, even with his considerable capacity for alcohol, Ren Botao was beginning to feel tipsy.
His face was a deep red, and his tongue seemed to swell.
But in contrast, Ye Fan still appeared calm and collected. "Big brother, how about we stop here and call it a draw?"
Ye Fan's strength was at the Martial Emperor level; his body was immune to all poisons. How could a few liters of white liquor possibly intoxicate him?
At this moment, Ren Botao realized something was off. "Kid, you're quite interesting! I didn't expect you to be such a good drinker. Heh, I want to see just how long you can last... A draw? Impossible! When it comes to drinking, I, Ren Botao, have never conceded to anyone... Bring it on..."
Ren Botao picked up his bowl and once again tilted his head back and downed another!
