632 632. BATTLE OF THE BAR

Noah drank and drank, but never got drunk. The more he drank the faster it took his body to vanquish its effects, and soon he couldn't even feel it.

He had made sure the bartender kept that event silent. She watched with what was both surprise and deep interest in him.

Noah watched a razed light form in her purple eyes.

She was an expert in the fifth tier, she looked no older than her late twenties and was no more than averagely pretty. But of course, the quality of her body had enhanced her appealing features. Her skin practically glowed in that room as no sweat formed on her figure.

She was stable, as he expected for someone her level. Her calm eyes had been rather soothing, but now Noah watched something different emerge.

After three bottles of the same thing. She grew convinced that he would not get drunk. She even made him stand, which he did with no issue. He did some things with his hands to make sure he had not gotten tipsy at all.