Shi Feng glanced at the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine on the table, certain it was the exact same kind he had tasted before.
In his past life, after drinking the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine, he hadn't felt any particular effect—it just tasted incredibly good, making him crave more. But now, witnessing the sudden change in Yijian Zhuifeng, if someone said it had nothing to do with the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine, Shi Feng wouldn't believe it even if they beat him to death.
"Could this Hundred Fruit Fine Wine have some effect I didn't know about?" The more Shi Feng thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
Food and drink in the Divine Realm could satisfy hunger, but certain items could also temporarily boost a player's attributes. Like the Black Iron Beer—drinking it would lower the level of the monsters in front of you, making it an item that could ignore a certain level gap.
Although the more Black Iron Beer one drank, the higher the level it could ignore, it also had side effects.
That side effect was intoxication: blurred vision, numbed senses, and reduced combat power. Drinking a little was fine, but drinking too much could leave you completely incapable of fighting.
Clearly, the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine had a similar effect.
"In my past life, I only drank one cup of the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine each time. Yijian Zhuifeng drank a whole bottle—it's probably only after drinking an entire bottle that you get a change like this." Shi Feng grew increasingly interested in the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine. He then leaped onto the arena platform and looked at the already intoxicated Yijian Zhuifeng. "Let's begin!"
Shi Feng intended to properly test Yijian Zhuifeng.
Having someone's aura undergo such a drastic change was certainly not the simple effect of a stat boost.
This arena duel was slightly different from a normal PK.
Usually, arena fights wouldn't restrict a player's personal attributes, but the PK arena inside the Lion's Tavern would limit both sides' base attributes to the same level. Therefore, attribute-boosting items were meaningless; it was purely a contest of skill.
As the countdown on the arena began, Qingshuang and the others in the spectator stands also smiled.
"Brother Qingshuang, who do you think will win this time?" asked Qian Yue, the Oracle and captain of the Third Team, with a grin. "In this match, both sides have the same stats. Ye Feng is a Swordsman, while Yijian Zhuifeng is a Berserker. In terms of class, the Berserker has the advantage. Besides, Yijian Zhuifeng drank a whole bottle of the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine, so his combat power has soared. Even Brother Qingniu would have a hard time dealing with that."
"Although I think Brother Ye Feng is very strong, with equal stats, Zhuifeng's chances of winning are probably higher, right? After all, he did drink the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine," remarked another Guardian Knight.
The others nodded in agreement with the Guardian Knight's words.
They all knew Yijian Zhuifeng's skills well. Among the melee fighters in the First Team, only Qingniu could suppress him. No one else had managed to defeat Yijian Zhuifeng. Furthermore, fighting against a Grand Lord relied more on stats. Even though Qingshuang had described Shi Feng as almost mythical, in their eyes, Shi Feng was just a bit better than Qingniu.
But now that Yijian Zhuifeng had drunk a bottle of the Hundred Fruit Fine Wine, even Qingniu would have no choice but to concede defeat. Naturally, Shi Feng's odds weren't looking much better.
"Since none of you are optimistic about Brother Ye Feng, why don't we make a bet?" Qingshuang suggested.
"I love betting! But what are the terms?" asked Baishi Lunhui, the captain of the Second Team, suddenly taking an interest.
"Simple. We bet on who will win. As for the stakes... let's use Soul Crystals. I'll be the bookmaker. If Brother Ye Feng wins, the odds are 1:2. If Yijian Zhuifeng wins, the odds are 1:1. You can only bet on one side." Qingshuang could tell everyone doubted Shi Feng's strength. After all, they hadn't witnessed that scene firsthand. Even he himself would have doubts. He could use this to make a little profit and offset the cost of treating everyone tonight.
"Alright, I bet two Soul Crystals on Yijian Zhuifeng. That kid has improved a lot lately. Brother Qingshuang, don't regret this."
"I'll also bet one Soul Crystal on Yijian Zhuifeng."
...
In just a short while, all the captains and vice-captains present bet on Yijian Zhuifeng winning, showing they didn't believe in Shi Feng's strength. Only Xi Lian, the Priest on Qingshuang's side, bet on Shi Feng.
"Captain Qingshuang, can I get credit? I only have two Soul Crystals, but I want to bet ten on Brother Ye Feng to win." Xi Lian asked with wide, pitiful eyes.
Qingshuang rolled his eyes and replied firmly, "No way."
If he actually let Xi Lian buy on credit, he wouldn't make a profit.