Ye Feng raised the wine cup in his hand and kept finishing cup after cup, but Ye Feng remained completely sober.
Zhao Yebao wasn't worried, believing that with the potency of Euphoria, no matter how strong Ye Feng's constitution was, it was simply impossible for him to hold out, and he would definitely be overcome by the alcohol.
Soon, Ye Feng had downed a full forty cups of Euphoria, yet his face still bore an expression of ease, unaffected in the slightest, causing Zhao Yebao's brows to furrow as he thought to himself, "Truly befitting the strength of a Martial King, to have drunk so much Euphoria without any effect. I refuse to believe you won't get drunk!"
With this thought, Zhao Yebao continued to observe Ye Feng, who remained unflustered, casually holding his wine cup and continuously pouring it into his mouth, swallowing it down.
That comfortably numb feeling made Ye Feng feel very comfortable, and his injuries were rapidly healing as well.
