Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 782 - 780: Let’s Play Something Exciting!

Hearing Lanyu’s words, the young maid looked troubled. On one side was a young talent from the Sky Sword Pavilion, and on the other, disciples from Linglong Hall. The matter even involved the Green Flame Adventure Group, one of the three major adventurer groups in Red Valley City. She couldn’t afford to offend either party.

"Please wait a moment, I’ll check with the Shopkeeper."

The young maid didn’t dare to make the decision herself. After a moment’s hesitation, she turned and hurried downstairs.

The tall martial artist stood in place with his arms crossed, looking at Lanyu with a smirk.

At this moment, Duan Lin of the Little Golden Sword and another small-eyed martial artist walked over.

Duan Lin glanced at Lanyu and Luo Feng, then asked the tall martial artist, "Cheng Xiong, are you confident?"

The tall martial artist grinned. "Senior Brother, do you still not trust my drinking capacity?"

Duan Lin smiled and nodded.

In the six months they had known each other, he had never seen the tall martial artist drunk. Duan Lin sometimes found his drinking capacity terrifying.

"Alright, I’ll leave it to you. Once this is done, you’ll get your share of the rewards." Duan Lin glanced at Luo Feng, a sinister smile touching his lips.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Their voices were hushed and didn’t carry, but Luo Feng heard them clearly.

These three are definitely up to something, and it seems they’re targeting me...

Luo Feng’s eyes glinted. He remained outwardly composed, calculating the ins and outs of the situation in his mind.

Beside him, a hint of worry touched Ling Qingwu’s usually cold expression.

She recognized the tall martial artist. He was notorious in the Sky Sword Pavilion as a heavy drinker, nicknamed Liquor Bear, who drank alcohol as if it were water. If he were to fight Luo Feng, she wouldn’t be concerned, but a drinking contest...

Seeing through Ling Qingwu’s thoughts, Luo Feng smiled faintly and said, "Don’t worry, Lanyu will win."

"Hmm?"

Ling Qingwu raised her shapely eyebrows, glancing at Lanyu beside her with a look of disbelief.

Luo Feng didn’t explain further, simply smiling. "Just wait and see."

"I hope you’re not wrong."

Ling Qingwu didn’t know why Luo Feng was so confident in Lanyu. However, the various Golden Palaces were always in covert competition. Since a disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion had issued the challenge—be it a duel or a drinking contest—she didn’t want their side to lose.

"It seems Duan Lin and his group are deliberately targeting Luo Feng. Tsk, tsk. Luo Feng defeated Yi Tian; his strength is undeniable. I wonder how he holds his liquor."

"I’m not optimistic about Luo Feng’s chances; strength has nothing to do with alcohol tolerance. That Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, Cheng Xiong, is a famous drunkard there. He once drank ten men under the table and still wasn’t satisfied."

"But don’t forget Lanyu. I’ve heard her tolerance isn’t insignificant either."

"What can a mere woman accomplish? How much can she drink?"

"What’s the point of just talking? Come on, I bet Luo Feng wins! One hundred Grade-2 Yuan Stones! Anyone dare to take that bet?"

"Why wouldn’t I? I bet on the Sky Sword Pavilion disciple! Two hundred Grade-2 Yuan Stones!"

"I also bet on the Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, one hundred Grade-2 Yuan Stones!"

"Count me in!"

Seeing Luo Feng and the Sky Sword Pavilion disciples at loggerheads, the nearby patrons grew excited.

For them, who won or lost wasn’t important; what mattered was the entertainment. Of course, if they could win some Yuan Stones in the process, that would be even better.

Seeing this, Duan Lin smiled and said to Luo Feng, "Luo Feng, shall we play a game?"

"How do you want to play?" Luo Feng asked calmly.

With a wave of Duan Lin’s hand, a Black Profound wooden box appeared on the table beside him. A dense surge of Yuan Qi immediately emanated from it.

"Grade-2 Yuan Stones! These are all Grade-2 Yuan Stones!"

"There must be at least 10,000 Grade-2 Yuan Stones here! Truly fitting for a New Dragon Ranking expert—such a grand gesture!"

Looking at the Black Profound wooden box Duan Lin had produced, the surrounding martial elites wore expressions of shock. Many involuntarily licked their lips.

Many had never seen so many Yuan Stones in their entire lives.

Duan Lin presented the Yuan Stones, looking at Luo Feng with an enigmatic smile.

"It seems you’re confident you can win. Since that’s the case, why don’t we make a bet? Here are 12,000 Grade-2 Yuan Stones. As a disciple of Linglong Hall, surely you can match this amount?"

Hearing this, the expressions of Ling Qingwu, Nanxuan, and Lanyu turned grim.

They could, of course, hear the mockery in Duan Lin’s words.

"Luo Feng, I have..."

Worried that Luo Feng didn’t have that many Yuan Stones, Ling Qingwu started to offer, but Luo Feng stopped her with a raised hand.

Glancing at the Black Profound wooden box on the table, Luo Feng smiled faintly and swiped his hand over his storage ring.

With a thud, two wooden boxes landed on the adjacent table, causing it to sag under their weight.

"Since we’re playing, let’s make it more exciting. Here are 20,000 Grade-2 Yuan Stones. Any problem with that?" Luo Feng narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at Duan Lin.

Twenty thousand Grade-2 Yuan Stones!

The expressions of the surrounding martial elites changed once more. Gasps echoed through the restaurant as they stared at Luo Feng, their faces filled with disbelief and envy.

Ling Qingwu glanced at Luo Feng, a hint of surprise in her bright eyes.

She had been in the Golden Palace for a year, and her own wealth amounted to nearly 20,000 Grade-2 Yuan Stones. She hadn’t expected Luo Feng to possess such astonishing riches.

Across from them, Duan Lin’s expression turned somewhat rigid.

He had long known that Luo Feng was merely the young City Lord of a minor city in the remote Flowing Cloud Region, from an ordinary background. He shouldn’t have possessed such a vast fortune. Yet, Luo Feng had produced 20,000 Grade-2 Yuan Stones so casually, without even batting an eyelid.

He had spoken so confidently just moments ago, but in reality, those 12,000 Grade-2 Yuan Stones represented his entire fortune. Now, he felt caught in a difficult position, unable to easily back down.

"How many Yuan Stones do you have?"

Duan Lin condensed his Qi into a thread of sound and spoke to the small-eyed martial artist beside him.

The small-eyed martial artist knew why Duan Lin was asking. After a moment’s thought, he replied,

"I have about 4,000 to 5,000 on me. Cheng Xiong should have a few thousand. Together, we should have 20,000."

Hearing this, Duan Lin inwardly sighed in relief. He couldn’t afford to lose face in front of so many people. Glaring at Luo Feng, he declared coldly,

"A bet it is! I, Duan Lin, have never lost to anyone! I’ll gladly take your 20,000 Grade-2 Yuan Stones!"

Luo Feng took in their expressions, sneered inwardly, and said nonchalantly,

"As long as you have the ability, feel free to try."

At this point, most patrons on the second floor had their attention fixed on the tables laden with Grade-2 Yuan Stones.

A simple drinking contest would decide the fate of 40,000 Grade-2 Yuan Stones. This was undoubtedly a massive wager. Eagerness gleamed in many eyes as they anticipated the outcome.

Among everyone present, aside from Luo Feng, only Lanyu and the dozen or so Green Flame Adventure Group disciples remained calm and composed.

"Shopkeeper, where’s the wine?!" Duan Lin, sitting imposingly in his seat, had grown impatient and bellowed towards the stairs.

"Coming..."

A melodious voice drifted up from the staircase.

TAP. TAP. TAP...

Following the sound of footsteps, the young maid from before ascended the stairs, accompanied by a strikingly beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman was no more than twenty-five, dressed in a blue silk floral-patterned gown that perfectly accentuated her exquisite figure. Her every glance and smile exuded a captivating allure.

This was the proprietress of Linxian Building. Her husband was a manager in Red Valley City’s largest adventurer group, the Red Tiger Adventurer Group, giving her some renown in the area.

Luo Feng glanced at the proprietress, a flicker of surprise in his heart.

She appeared delicate and unassuming, yet her Jing Qi was exceptionally pure. She was actually a martial artist at the peak of the sixth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm!

Luo Feng’s eyes flickered, and then he gave a wry smile.

To run such a thriving tavern in the lawless mix of Red Valley City, she couldn’t be a simple character.

"I never imagined my humble establishment would be graced by so many distinguished guests today."

The proprietress’s beautiful eyes swept over the crowd, pausing on Luo Feng for several heartbeats before she let out a laugh like tinkling bells.

Duan Lin, having been outmaneuvered by Luo Feng and nursing a hidden grievance, was in a foul mood. He said coldly,

"Where’s the wine we ordered? Hurry up and bring it out! You’ll get your silver; don’t worry!"

The proprietress had seen her share of storms. Though Duan Lin’s aggressive gaze was rather displeasing, her face remained amiable as she said,

"Gentlemen, please be patient. The wine will be here shortly."

With that, the proprietress clapped her hands. Immediately, a group of pretty young maids, swaying their hips gracefully, ascended with wine jars.

A moment later, over a hundred wine jars were stacked in the middle of the second floor, resembling a small hill.

"This is all the Moon Shadow Jade Dew Liquor we have in Linxian Building, a total of 243 jars. Among them, 154 jars are of lower-grade brew, and the mid-grade brew..."

The proprietress was still itemizing when the tall martial artist, Cheng Xiong, grew impatient and barked,

"Enough of your nonsense! This is none of your business now! Scram!"

With that said, the tall martial artist splayed his fingers. A suction force materialized, and a wine jar flew into his grasp.

BANG!

Smashing open the clay seal, the tall martial artist gripped the wine jar. Baring his white teeth, his ferocious eyes glared at Luo Feng and Lanyu. "Who’s first?!"

Luo Feng sat in his seat, his expression calm.

A Green Flame Adventure Group martial artist took a wine jar, broke open its seal, and handed it to Lanyu.

Lanyu took the jar in her fair hand. Planting her right foot on a nearby stool, she glanced at the tall martial artist, then upended the jar. The clear liquor, with a hint of misty jade, gurgled straight into her mouth.

After four or five breaths, the jar was empty. Lanyu set it down and looked at the tall martial artist. "Your turn."

Perhaps due to the wine, Lanyu’s usually composed, delicate face now held a faint blush. Her lovely features, tinged with crimson, radiated both charm and a martial spirit. In that moment, she truly embodied the spirit of a heroine.

The nearby patrons stared at Lanyu, expressions of amazement on their faces. Half were captivated by her beauty, the other half stunned by her bold drinking style.

Moon Shadow Jade Dew Liquor was extremely potent. A single bowl could render an ordinary person unconscious. Even martial artists typically drank it sparingly, not daring to overindulge. Yet, Lanyu had downed an entire jar in one go, thoroughly astonishing everyone.

"Hmph! Let’s see how long you can keep that up!"

The tall martial artist was unfazed. He snorted coldly, tilted his head back, and, as his Adam’s apple bobbed, likewise drained an entire jar of wine in one go.