Volume Two: First Signs of Brilliance Chapter 42: A Drinking Contest

St. Hao Holiday Hotel, in the exclusive private room.

Shouts and laughter echoed throughout the room as everyone kept pressing Qin Yang to drink more. His expression betrayed little emotion, but inside, he was filled with cold amusement.

You want to outdrink me? Let’s see if you have what it takes.

He picked up a bottle of baijiu and walked over to Duan Yu. “Brother, you all toasted me plenty just now—let me return the favor.”

Duan Yu’s face turned green at the sight. Damn, is this guy even human? He could hold his liquor like no one else. The three of them had already finished six bottles together; if they kept going, they’d be puking for sure.

With a trembling hand, Duan Yu lifted his glass. “Brother, I really can’t drink anymore. How about we get together next time instead?”

Qin Yang’s face hardened, a chill in his eyes. “Brother Duan, are you refusing me? When you all toasted me earlier, I didn’t hesitate—I downed it right away. Now that it’s my turn, you’re backing out? Are you even a man?”

The mention of manhood instantly reignited Duan Yu’s fighting spirit. “Fine! Isn’t it just drinking? Let’s do it!”

Although Su Ying was chatting with her girlfriends, her attention was always on Qin Yang. Watching him go head-to-head with Duan Yu and the others, her face was full of concern.

Everyone had underestimated Qin Yang’s capacity for alcohol. He drank all three of them under the table.

His stomach felt swollen and uncomfortable, so he decided to head to the restroom.

As he passed by a man in the corridor, his brows furrowed. The man had a knife tucked at his waist and carried an aura of blood and death.

This was no ordinary person—clearly someone tempered by violence and fire.

Qin Yang rotated his shoulders, and within his body he felt the muffled roar of a dragon and the growl of a tiger—the alcohol in his system completely burned away.

His eyes flashed, a glimmer like lightning. He followed the man cautiously, his curiosity piqued.

Suddenly, he realized the man was heading straight for their private room. His heart skipped a beat.

Damn, is this guy here for revenge?

He quickened his pace, arriving at the door just as chaos broke out inside—shouts, screams, utter confusion.

Without hesitation, Qin Yang burst in to find Duan Yu lying in a pool of blood.

Normally, he wouldn’t care about the fate of others. But having witnessed this, he couldn’t just let the attacker have his way.

Bang!

He stepped forward in a flash—a gliding motion called “slide-step.” Though a dozen meters away, he closed the distance instantly, his palm striking out.

The middle-aged man went flying, murderous intent in his eyes as he grabbed his knife and charged at Qin Yang. “Kid, mind your own business or you’re dead!”

“Qin Yang!” Su Ying instinctively covered her red lips, crying out in alarm.

Watching the attack come at him, Qin Yang sneered. The Executioner’s Sutra churned within him, and his arm became a blade, slicing downwards.

He was a cultivator who had mastered the Path of Slaughter. If he couldn’t handle this, he’d be utterly worthless.

A dull thud rang out. The middle-aged man was struck again, sent flying and knocked unconscious. Qin Yang looked around at the stunned bystanders, furious. “What are you all standing around for? Call an ambulance!”

“Oh! Right!” Only then did everyone snap back to reality and rush to call for help, leaving Qin Yang shaking his head.

The perpetrator was soon arrested. Inevitably, everyone had to give statements. When Duan Yu woke up in the hospital and learned Qin Yang had saved him, he was filled with gratitude.

Late at night.

Qin Yang drove Su Ying home.

She’d had some red wine, and was a little tipsy. Her cheeks were flushed, making her look adorably charming.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she felt unbearably hot and took off her coat, revealing only a white sweater.

Her impressive figure was accentuated, drawing the eye irresistibly.

Once they arrived at her apartment complex, Qin Yang saw Su Ying swaying as she walked and sighed inwardly, then helped her upstairs.

Back home, she seemed to throw off all restraint. Her high heels were kicked aside, and she even began undressing.

Witnessing this, Qin Yang was tempted to let the scene play out, but he held himself back.

Though he was a man with desires, he couldn’t take advantage of her like this. If she found out tomorrow, she’d skin him alive.

He hurried over. “Su Ying, where’s your bedroom? You’re drunk. Go to sleep.”

Su Ying’s face was rosy as she looked at him, then suddenly burst out laughing. “Qin Yang, I’ve discovered a secret.”

“What secret?” he asked, puzzled.

“You’re a pervert. You actually want to sleep with me.”

Black lines formed on his forehead—this was not what he meant at all.

She clung to his arm, her ample curves pressing against him, igniting a nameless fire in his chest.

Damn. She really was the very incarnation of temptation.

Cursing inwardly, it took all his strength to finally get her into bed. His eyes lingered on her exquisite feet.

He swallowed hard. A beauty on the bed, drunk as could be—if he wanted to do something now, success was guaranteed.

He shook his head, quietly closed the door, and left.

He didn’t know that after he left, Su Ying, who had seemed passed out, suddenly opened her eyes, completely clear-headed. She caressed her chest in front of the mirror, looking utterly dejected.

She’d put on such a show, and yet Qin Yang hadn’t made a move?

Was he not interested in women, or was her charm fading?

She propped her chin, filled with helplessness.

When Qin Yang exited the complex, someone was already waiting for him outside.

If it were only about appearance, she was undeniably a great beauty, but unfortunately, her identity made him reluctant to see her. “What do you want?”

She grinned. “What’s the matter? A beauty in bed and you didn’t make a move?”

He shot the Enchantress a look, interest flickering in his eyes. “If I were in that bed, I’d have gone for it myself.”

Scoundrel.

The Enchantress produced a dagger, twirling it in the night air before lashing out.

Her strike was sharp as a serpent, swift and ruthless.

She had mastered the three essentials: speed, precision, and ferocity. An ordinary person would have been caught unawares, but Qin Yang was no ordinary man—he would not be so easily struck.

He sprang backward, body gliding away. “What’s wrong with you? It’s late, and instead of sleeping, you’re here to test my skills?”

“I heard from the leader that you’re very strong. I just wanted to see for myself how powerful you really are.”

Qin Yang laughed. “I’m even better in bed. Want to try?”

Her face flushed with rage. As the Dragon Group’s top beauty, no one had ever dared tease her like this. Qin Yang had done so repeatedly—she could not tolerate it.

Her movements grew even faster.

“If you want to play, I’ll play with you—just had dinner, this’ll help me digest.”

His smile faded, and the Ink Dragon Dagger appeared in his hand. The murderous aura was reined in completely, controlled perfectly.

A real expert reveals themselves in an instant.

Seeing his move, the Enchantress realized he was even stronger than before.

Her lovely face grew serious as she employed her Phantom Step, her figure flickering like a ghost. Fortunately, it was late and the street was deserted—otherwise, any witnesses would have been dumbstruck.

Blade rose, blade fell.

The Ink Dragon returned to its sheath. Qin Yang walked off into the distance without a backward glance, leaving only his silhouette behind.

One should never turn their back to an opponent—it was a cardinal rule. Now, with his back exposed to the Enchantress, it was the ultimate insult.

“Hmph, you underestimate me—you’re asking for trouble.”

She was about to chase after him when she felt something wrong. Her cheeks burned as she realized all the buttons on her clothes had been cut off. If she hadn’t noticed in time, she’d have been completely exposed.

Staring after the already vanished Qin Yang, she ground her teeth. “Qin Yang, next time I see you, I definitely won’t let you get away with it.”