Chapter 1843: Chapter 1843: The Dragon Clan’s Honor Must Never Be Lost!
In the entire hall, whether it was the Ancestor Dragon, the Dragon Clan Disciples, or the maids on the side, they all looked at Carson Flores with shock.
This guy woke up again?
After the first cup, he passed out immediately and woke up half an hour later. He drank the second cup, passed out again, and now he’s awake after another half hour?
The Ancestor Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hand, smiling, "Pour some more wine!"
The maiden came up with a wine jug and poured Carson Flores another cup.
Carson Flores held the wine and smiled, "Senior, my alcohol tolerance is poor, but my advantage is sobering up quickly. I apologize for my unbecoming drunken behavior."
The Ancestor Dragon smiled, "But drink freely. For an ordinary Golden Immortal Realm, one cup of my wine is enough. Yet you, with True Immortal strength, can sober up in half an hour. That’s quite a unique skill. I’m curious to see how much you can drink. This wine is free-flowing!"
Carson Flores laughed, "Then I shall drink boldly. With such Immortal Wine and such an opportunity, if I don’t greedily drink a few more cups, I might wake up in the middle of the night and sit up in bed, slapping myself..."
The Ancestor Dragon smiled and gestured for him to continue.
Carson Flores picked up his cup and downed it in one gulp, then unsurprisingly collapsed once more.
This time, however, no one laughed at Carson Flores.
When Carson Flores passed out the first time, everyone laughed at him for making a fool of himself. When he passed out the second time, they thought he was truly out this time. But by the third time, no one thought that anymore.
Will Carson Flores wake up again?
Everyone instinctively looked at Oliver Stone, standing at the forefront. In the entire hall, only Oliver Stone’s state remained stable, even though the golden-clad man who had been competing with Oliver Stone earlier now had a flushed face and seemed unsteady.
Oliver Stone gritted his teeth silently and downed his drink in one go.
Originally, he just wanted to drink more Immortal Wine and gain more benefits. But now, due to Carson Flores’ peculiar actions, this drinking seemed to have gained some other significance.
The hall was full of the Dragon Clan, and if they couldn’t outdrink a Human Race True Immortal, wouldn’t the entire Dragon Clan lose face?
This is the Sacred Place of the Dragon Clan; they cannot afford to lose face here!
A massive dizziness enveloped Oliver Stone. He struggled to keep his body steady, closing his eyes as he cultivated to absorb the Immortal Wine’s power, waiting for the alcohol to pass.
Representatives of the elite from all tribes naturally competed against each other. With the Ancestor Dragon watching above, who wouldn’t give it their all for a bit of face-saving?
This was a drinking competition at a banquet, but wasn’t it also a test from the Ancestor Dragon for everyone?
Didn’t you see how the Ancestor Dragon’s gaze lingered longest on Oliver Stone? That’s because Oliver Stone performed the best and caught the Ancestor Dragon’s eye, right?
The elite from other tribes who thought they could still compete summoned the courage to take a third drink. However, after drinking the third cup, the majority immediately collapsed, with the remaining ones swaying unsteadily, struggling to hold on.
The gold-clad man, Pablo Boyd, was flushed red, his eyes unfocused, as if in a dream. Looking at the black silhouette ahead, he suddenly felt like the figure was a towering black mountain, impossible to surmount. Overwhelmed with a sense of defeat, his mind wavered, and he collapsed onto the table.
Leighton Matthews, after drinking the third cup, collapsed like Carson Flores. Meanwhile, Norah Matthews and Hugh Matthews, only having taken the second cup, hesitated for a moment, then gave up the third drink.
Even though drinking another cup might grant more benefits, Hugh Matthews chose to remain sober.
Many in the hall paced themselves; those who stayed sober turned their gaze entirely to Oliver Stone and Carson Flores. Even those in the outer hall closely monitored the developments inside, waiting quietly.
Half an hour later, Carson Flores once again climbed up from the stone table and sat upright.
His face was slightly red, but his eyes were clear, obviously sobered up once more.
Everyone couldn’t help but chatter among themselves.
"How is he doing it?"
"Does he have some special method for sobering up?"
"It’s not that easy here. Everyone here is at least a Golden Immortal or even a Heavenly Immortal. If it were easy to withstand, they wouldn’t all be knocked out."
"He said he sobers up quickly, but this is too fast. Those Golden Immortals aren’t waking up, yet he sobers up completely in just half an hour. If the wine wasn’t poured in front of us, I’d suspect it was fake wine!"
"How much can he really drink? Could he drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?"
"Could he even surpass the Black Dragon Prince? Wouldn’t it mean the whole Dragon Clan is bested by him alone?"
"What kind of person is the Black Dragon Prince? He won’t admit defeat so easily. Saying he’s lost now would just diminish our own spirit and boost the morale of others!"
"You’ll see, Oliver Stone definitely won’t give up."
Oliver Stone didn’t open his eyes, but he was acutely aware of all that was happening in front of him, seeing everything clearly.
He understood full well that what was originally a competition and test among the Dragon Clan disciples had completely changed in nature.
The task of preserving the Dragon Clan’s honor now fell upon him!