Chapter 172: How About Some monkey wine?

Right then, Yang Fan, who was standing at the very front, suddenly spoke up, "Brother Sima, can I manifest things from my Divine Kingdom here?"

Sima Bang was currently gritting his teeth and holding on. Hearing this, he replied with difficulty, "As long as you don't bring out a whole mountain and affect other people's exams, do whatever you want, as long as you can keep standing on it."

Hearing those words, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth curled up slightly.

He snapped his fingers, and in the next moment, a cup of wine appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

The liquid swayed slightly, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance.

Yang Fan faced the pressure of the Eye of Divine Spirit head-on, his body not moving an inch, yet he slightly bent his right arm and reached back.

"Old Ye."

"Feed this monkey wine to Miss Wen; it has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the soul."

"She's severely dehydrated right now. If she doesn't supplement her energy, she won't last much longer."

His voice remained calm, as if the person currently enduring the immense pressure wasn't him at all.

Seeing Yang Fan holding the wine cup behind him with one hand in an extremely awkward posture, Ye Jianfeng's face couldn't help but twitch violently.

"Old Ye, take it. This posture is tiring," Yang Fan urged.

'I'm tired too!' Ye Jianfeng wailed frantically in his heart.

At this moment, even though he was only bearing a portion of the pressure, he didn't want to lift a hand; all his energy was being used to resist the pressure.

And now he had to feed someone wine?!

'Aren't we participating in an assessment?'

'This is a full one million divinity points!'

'Brother Yang, aren't you being a bit too casual?'

Ye Jianfeng's mind was filled with frantic complaints.

But complaints aside, he still gritted his teeth and moved.

Supporting Wen Yushui with his left hand, he slowly raised his right hand as if he were moving a thousand-pound weight, and with great difficulty, he took the cup of monkey wine.

The moment Yang Fan let go, Ye Jianfeng felt his hand sink!

Under the terrifying pressure, that single cup of wine actually felt as heavy as a thousand pounds!

His wrist trembled violently, and the entire cup of wine almost spilled onto the ground!

"Miss Wen, I've come to serve you some wine…" Ye Jianfeng said with a dark expression and gritted teeth, his tone full of reluctance.

As a Sword Cultivator, he didn't understand anything about being tender toward the fairer sex.

In his eyes, the current Wen Yushui was just a burden. If it weren't for Yang Fan's request, he wouldn't even bother to spare her a second glance.

Women would only affect the speed at which he drew his sword, let alone a stupid woman who couldn't even judge her own physical limits. How could she be more important than divinity points?

Wen Yushui's face turned slightly red, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed.

But her current state was truly too poor. The moment the monkey wine entered her mouth, a gentle power quickly spread out, like a sweet spring moisturizing a withered body. Her spirit and Physical Body both recovered significantly, and even the sense of oppression was no longer as suffocating as it had been.

"Brother Sima," Yang Fan spoke up again, "you've consumed quite a bit just now. Do you want some monkey wine too, to replenish your physical strength?"

"Huh???"

Sima Bang, standing at the very back, was stunned for a moment.

Of course he wanted to drink it, but the problem was, was now the time for drinking?

He couldn't even lift his hands right now, relying entirely on a single breath to hold on. Even speaking was a struggle, and he was supposed to drink wine?

"You and I are a bit far apart," Yang Fan said casually.

"I'll have Old Ye pass it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers again.

This time, what appeared in his hand was no longer a cup of wine, but a whole barrel of monkey wine!

The wine barrel was Half-man high, heavy and thick. Clearly, considering Sima Bang's S-grade Devouring Talent, drinking from a cup would probably not even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

"Old Ye, pass this barrel of wine to Brother Sima." Yang Fan raised one hand and effortlessly lifted the Half-man-high wine barrel over his head, passing it backward.

Seeing this scene, Ye Jianfeng's lips parted slightly, and his entire body froze.

Under this kind of pressure, let alone lifting a barrel, even moving a little more was torture.

Ye Jianfeng knew in his heart that if he dared to reach out to take it, he would definitely be crushed instantly and eliminated from the competition!

"Old Ye, why are you being so slow?" Yang Fan, in front, frowned.

He also found this posture awkward.

Ye Jianfeng took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty, "Brother Yang… my strength is limited… I have no extra energy now… I can't catch… this barrel of wine."

"Ah? Is that so?" Yang Fan was stunned for a moment.

Yang Fan felt that although this pressure had strengthened quite a bit, for him, it was at most the difference between "a feather" and "a piece of paper." There really wasn't much of a difference.

He coughed lightly, "Then… robots should be able to manifest too, right? I'll let them help."

"Brother Yang, don't bother…" Sima Bang mustered a bit of spirit, his voice trembling slightly.

"The pressure here is too great. Ordinary robot soldiers would be crushed into iron pancakes as soon as they came out. Stop talking… save your strength… with Brother Ye, lasting two hours shouldn't be much of a problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan snapped his fingers again.

In the next moment, four metallic figures appeared on the platform!

Super Alloy Robot Warriors!

Under this terrifying pressure, they were not affected at all!

One of them supported Wen Yushui, while another took the wine barrel from Yang Fan's hand.

The remaining two each held a Moonlight Cup, standing to the left and right of Ye Jianfeng and Sima Bang like attending servants.

The scene went quiet for a moment. Ye Jianfeng was completely stunned, and Sima Bang's pupils also shrank.

"No…" Sima Bang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a clear tremor, "You even bought these things? Do you have so much money that it's burning a hole in your pocket?"

The combat power of the Super Alloy Robot Warriors produced in high-level Mechanical Divine Kingdoms was only comparable to the Qi Refining Stage, yet the price was a full one hundred divinity points each.

In the eyes of most people, these things were pure waste.

With those resources, one could easily stack up a large number of Qi Refining believers.

Who would buy such things for no reason? It was simply a waste.

"There are only four," Yang Fan said casually. "I bought them for fun."

"…" The corners of Ye Jianfeng's mouth twitched slightly.

Isn't the cost of your 'fun' a bit too high?

"Quick, Brother Yang." Sima Bang didn't bother to think anymore. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, "I really can't move now. Have it feed me."

In that state, he had no image to speak of.

"Um…" Ye Jianfeng hesitated for a moment but still spoke up, "Could I… also have some?"

Wen Yushui's cheeks were slightly red as she said in a small voice, "If possible… I'd like another cup."

"Drink as much as you want," Yang Fan said indifferently. "I have plenty of monkey wine in my Divine Kingdom."

In the next moment, the fragrance of wine permeated the air, appearing exceptionally out of place in this oppressive assessment space.

The several robots had a clear division of labor.

One supported the person, one passed the wine, and two others held Moonlight Cups, moving between them like waiters.

As this scene fell into the eyes of the surrounding people, it suddenly became incredibly bizarre.