Chapter 526 The Thirty-Six Jugs

Manly blew her top as soon as she heard Daniel’s rash words.

"Country boy, what did you say? You’ve got some nerve suggesting Master change the rules!"

"What's so audacious about that? If The Divine Star made a rule that's wrong, it's only right to

change it! Why should a stunning woman like you waste away at Big Dipper? It’s a crying shame!

There are plenty of outstanding men out there, like me—I'm perfect for you."

Daniel's cheeky retort left Manly fuming.

"You? An outstanding man? Please! A country bumpkin like you dares to set his sights on me? You

must be delusional if you think you can pass my brother's challenge!"

"Can't pass?" Daniel looked at the thirty-six jugs on the floor, turned to Finn with a smile, and asked,

"Brother, although Wine Palace is your turf, after eighteen jugs, followed by another eighteen, can

you really keep it down?"

Finn responded with a hearty laugh.

"So what are you trying to say, kid? That you can drink faster than me? That my drinking speed is

no match for yours? Sure, I may look like I have a super-sized jug for a stomach, and yeah, I can

sure hold my liquor. But even if I can, I'd still come up just a bit short compared to you. A drinking

match against me, you have zero chance of winning—null, zip, nada."

"Confident, aren't you, country boy! Since you're so eager to dash to your demise, let's begin! Even

if by sheer luck you finish these eighteen jugs, I doubt you'll manage the remaining eighteen."

Finn lifted a jug and said to Daniel, "Let's get started!"

"Being the sixth brother, I’ll give you a head start—drink three jugs first. Only after you're done with

them will I begin."

"Give me a head start with three jugs? You're cocky for a country boy!"

Finn gave Daniel a scornful look, jokingly saying, "So what, you think I'll pass out after three jugs

and you’ll win by default?"

"Eighteen jugs aren't nearly enough to knock you over. I bet even after these eighteen, another

eighteen would be a piece of cake for you."

"So you're admitting defeat upfront, that's why you're letting me drink three jugs first? So you can

claim you lost because you let me?"

"Why are you talking so much? Scared?"

"Me? Scared? How could I possibly be afraid?"

"If you're not afraid, then start drinking!"

"Fine, I'll start! I refuse to believe that thirty-six jugs of Five Grains Spirit won't floor you."

Finn grabbed a jug in each hand and began pouring them into his mouth simultaneously, the dual

streams of liquor merging into one as they cascaded down his throat without a drop missed! Finn

truly had an impressive capacity for alcohol.

Swiftly, Finn had finished three rounds, six jugs in total, while Daniel hadn't even touched one. He

didn’t even seem like he was about to start drinking.