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Chapter 441 Killing Array

Chapter 441: Chapter 441 Killing Array

Liu Yiren’s face was full of shock, and she mumbled, "Is Cong Yang from the Giant Country?"

Qin Yi smiled wryly; his height wasn’t short at 1.8 meters. But compared to Cong Yang, who was over 2.2 meters tall, he was completely on a different level in terms of both height and build.

Cong Yang looked up at the stage, grinned, and took big strides forward to step onto it.

Qin Yi sidestepped, blocking Cong Yang’s path, and said with a smile, "Young Master Cong, I’ve heard of your great name for a long time!"

Being stopped, Cong Yang was initially stunned. Hearing Qin Yi’s words, he immediately understood that this must be an admirer of his.

"Wait till I’m done drinking; I’ll give you a signed photo."

Qin Yi: "..."

Liu Yiren couldn’t help but chuckle; this guy was too funny. Giving Qin Yi a signed photo, is it to ward off evil?

Qin Yi’s expression turned odd; Cong Yang probably mistook him for a fan.

Liu Yiren laughed and said, "He’s Qin Yi, ever heard of him? We specifically came to find you."

Cong Yang’s eyes widened in shock, much like a fierce beast ready to hunt, exuding an impressive aura.

"You’re the slick and deceitful Qin Yi with no moral baseline?"

"Hey, how do you speak? Looking like a gorilla, can’t even speak like a human?" Liu Yiren was dissatisfied, glaring with wide almond-shaped eyes, full of indignation.

Qin Yi touched his nose, fully aware that his reputation had long been scandalous, thanks to those who spread it intentionally.

Cong Yang spoke in a gruff voice, "It wasn’t me who said that; everyone says so."

"Young Master Cong, a prodigious talent and a renowned young strongman — isn’t spreading rumors beneath your status?" Qin Yi said calmly.

Cong Yang impatiently waved a palm as large as a fan: "I can’t stand you pretentious types. I don’t care what kind of person you are. But a guest is a guest. As long as you don’t stir trouble in Stone City, we warmly welcome you."

Saying this, Cong Yang’s eyes widened, his face full of menace: "But if you are here to cause trouble, I’m sorry, you’ll probably need to spend some time in hospital."

Before Qin Yi could respond, Cong Yang turned and climbed onto the stage, looked down at Qin Yi, and laughed thunderously, "Qin Yi, here in Stone City there’s a saying: If friends come, we serve good wine; if enemies come, we greet them with sticks. Regardless of your purpose in seeking me, we discuss things following our Stone City rules first."

Cong Yang turned and gestured.

The host quickly jogged over, face full of sycophancy: "Young Master Cong, your orders."

"Come, set up the Killing Array."

The host nodded and quickly went to make arrangements.

Qin Yi was curious, what is a Killing Array? Could Cong Yang arrange magical arrays?

But soon, Qin Yi understood what the Killing Array was.

Hundreds of bottles of deadly Great Wusu were aligned in two rows, stretching hundreds of meters, with one-meter spacing between each bottle.

Cong Yang jumped off the stage and shouted like a bell, "Qin Yi, each row here has two hundred bottles, spaced one meter apart. That means when you reach the next bottle, you must have finished the previous one; whoever finishes first wins."

"This is called diplomacy before force. Drink the alcohol, and we can talk. If not, go back where you came from. I’ll even cover your airfare as a courtesy."

Even Qin Yi secretly sucked his teeth and lips; an adult’s two steps are roughly one meter, meaning he must finish one bottle within two steps. It would be alright if they were giant beer mugs, but beer bottle necks are too small to drink within two steps easily.

Liu Yiren’s little face was furious: "You’re clearly bullying people?"

"Girl, no one’s forcing you. If you’re scared, take your time leaving; I won’t send you off."

"You..."

Liu Yiren was so angry she wanted to curse, but Qin Yi stopped her.

Qin Yi looked at Cong Yang, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Will we talk after drinking?"

"You can ask around; I, grandpa, never speak without following through."

Qin Yi waved his hand: "Alright, no need to ask. I trust Young Master Cong. A renowned young strongman would never fail to fulfill his commitments."

"You pretentious types are indeed tricky; trying to trap others with words. Rest assured, when I say something, I always keep my word," Cong Yang said.

Qin Yi smiled and stepped forward: "Alright, let’s get started!"

"Wait a minute!"

Qin Yi looked at him puzzled.

Cong Yang muttered, "I heard you’re slick and deceitful, but don’t think of using your energy near me to dispel the alcohol. As soon as there’s even a hint of energy fluctuation from you, I can sense it."

Qin Yi’s face slightly stiffened: "Qin wouldn’t stoop to that level."

"Alright, daring to accept the challenge, I commend you as a man. Let’s begin!"

Cong Yang bent down, picked up a bottle of beer, flicked his thumb, and the beer cap shot off with a pop.

Qin Yi wasn’t in a hurry; the beer bottle neck is so small that finishing a bottle in two steps requires slowing down a bit, or there must be another way.

Sure enough, Cong Yang shook the bottle, causing the liquid inside to swirl into a vortex, then tilted his head back, pouring the beer directly into his mouth. Not hurriedly or slowly, he finished a bottle in two steps.

Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, so that’s how it’s done.

The swirling liquid and tilted bottle neck allow better air flow, making the liquid pour out evenly and swiftly. Holding the bottle vertically would block the neck, creating resistance.

Dragonxia’s drinking culture is profound, even knowing how to pour beer quickly is a skill.

Cong Yang’s speed was fast; he was already downing his eighth bottle while Qin Yi pondered. He was practically a walking alcohol tank.

"Qin Yi, can you do it?" Liu Yiren was very worried. Previously, both she and Qin Yi were tipsy after four or five bottles, and they dispelled the effects with energy movement eventually.

Qin Yi’s mouth curved up slightly: "Is there anything in this world I, Qin Yi, can’t do?"

With that, he stepped forward, picked up a beer bottle, flicked off the cap, mimicked Cong Yang to swirl the liquid into a vortex, then tilted his head back to drink, finishing a bottle exactly in two steps.

However, no one noticed that a faint, undetectable purple light flashed on Qin Yi’s storage ring on his finger.

Yes, the beer seemed to enter Qin Yi’s mouth, but ultimately it slipped into the storage ring.

The storage ring had ten cubic Lmeters of space. Forget two hundred bottles; it could even easily accommodate twice that amount.

Qin Yi internally laughed bitterly, forced to cheat. Forget finishing two hundred bottles – even just thinking about it gave him a headache. Twenty bottles might already make his stomach explode.

Cong Yang’s pace was quick, having drunk over twenty bottles by then.

In contrast, Qin Yi was leisurely, having only drunk about ten bottles.

Cong Yang drank while keeping an eye on Qin Yi, wary that he’d secretly dispel the alcohol effects and scheme against him.

Little did he know, Qin Yi didn’t need to be secretive; he was openly tricking him from the start.

Actually, Qin Yi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt in his heart. Cong Yang leveraged his strengths against his weaknesses, shamelessly to begin with, so he couldn’t blame Qin Yi for being unscrupulous afterward.

Qin Yi leisurely followed behind, maintaining a gap of over ten bottles with Cong Yang. He wasn’t anxious at all; even if Cong Yang was the God of Wine, two hundred bottles poured together would let him swim, not easy to drink it all.

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