Chapter 321 - 217: The Terrifying Yuanmo: The War Race

Chapter 321: Chapter 217: The Terrifying Yuanmo: The War Race

"Keep going! ..."

The two Martial Artists, both cultivating top-tier Iron Bodies, could really hold their liquor.

Both the Melt Gold Jade Body Skill and the Jia Wood Life-Forming Body reinforced the physique from the inside out, passively enhancing the body’s fortitude.

"31..."

After more than thirty drinks, Yu Fei was starting to feel buzzed. He slammed back the last of his drink. A fire burned in his chest, but it was still within the limits of his Iron Body.

He looked over and saw Zhang Hu was only halfway through his own drink. After forcing himself to finish, the burly man gave him a thumbs-up.

"You’re... amazing..."

Before he could finish, he collapsed backward.

"Hell yeah! Mr. Yu is a beast!"

"His tolerance is insane!"

...

"Here... for you!"

Yu Fei turned to see Feng Hua handing him a few meat skewers.

"Pace yourself."

The night wind blew, sharp and cold. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but as he looked at Feng Hua in her red dress, he found her exceptionally charming.

Her eyes were sharp, her skin was fair.

More importantly, he was drawn to the calm confidence and unyielding strength that seemed to be part of her very being.

"You’re not going to challenge me to a drink too, are you?"

Yu Fei watched as Feng Hua poured cup after cup of alcohol.

"I don’t drink, but you just wiped the floor with the entire Salted Fish Class. Did you really think the guys would let you off the hook?"

"Huh?!"

"Everyone in the Salted Fish Class, besides me, is going to have three drinks with you..."

’Three drinks with every single one of them?’ he thought. ’That’s going to kill me.’

He looked around for help, but the first-year students were all being dragged into drinking games themselves. No one was in a position to bail him out. His own Yulin Army commander was already locked in a drinking battle with Chi Yu, and Li Jueyin could barely fend for herself.

Yu Fei had a strong constitution, but after his showdown with Zhang Hu, he was already teetering on the edge of drunkenness. Just as he was trying to think of an excuse, Hengji walked right up to him, carrying a bucket of alcohol.

"Yu Fei, you defeated me head-on with a single sword strike. You’re a real man. I’ll drink this whole thing—you do as you see fit!"

With that, she lifted the bucket and chugged it down. GLUG, GLUG, GLUG.

Feng Hua smiled and handed him an identical bucket.

’This isn’t ’three drinks’!’ Yu Fei thought bitterly. ’Looks like I’m really going down tonight.’

After he finished the bucket, Yu Fei’s skin was flushed red. The Melt Gold Jade Body Skill was running at full capacity, and his body temperature was terrifyingly high.

Then he saw Chi Yu approaching, with a long line of people queuing up behind him. That was his last conscious thought.

Yu Fei had no idea how much he’d drunk. When he woke up again, he was in a public encampment.

He sat up, groaning in pain. He could vaguely feel his body still spinning. Even though the Melt Gold Jade Body Skill was a top-tier Iron Body technique, he had only reached the initial mastery stage. It wasn’t nearly enough to handle the suicidal way he had been drinking last night.

Besides, *Lüxiang* was a special brew made for mid-rank Martial Artists. A regular Martial Artist would be unconscious after just three or four cups.

Yu Fei pushed the door open and stepped outside. The warm sunlight washed over him, and he could feel his body steadily recovering.

They were in one of Lin Yuan City’s public encampments, which were available for students to rent temporarily at a relatively low price. Security was also guaranteed.

Feng Hua had arranged a standard-grade private camp for them, which could hold about a hundred people. Higher-grade camps offered better services, but the cost in merit points increased exponentially.

These public encampments were divided into five tiers, with "standard" being the second-highest. Feng Hua was treating them pretty well.

After everyone had a light lunch, Feng Hua instructed Chi Yu to lead them to the Lingxi Biological Laboratory.

Lingxi Biological was an institute for xeno-ecology, a subsidiary of Shenhan that was founded and controlled by a Martial Saint. Chi Yu was taking them there so they could use the institute’s xenology exhibition hall to study the physiology and classification of various alien races in preparation for deployment to the front lines.

This was also a tradition. Before any battle, it was essential to understand the enemy’s intelligence and tactics.

It wasn’t just the Celestial Pride Classes of the seven great academies; ordinary Martial Artists received similar training after enlistment. However, their training was mostly delivered through documents and videos, not nearly as comprehensive or detailed as what Yu Fei and his group were getting.

Their guide and lecturer was a woman named Qian Meng, a Fifth-Realm Martial Artist and a researcher at Lingxi Biological.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our research indicates that the Yuanmo race has its own division of labor. Furthermore, they possess a unique method of communication among themselves.

Now, we will go over the classifications within the Yuanmo race one by one..."

Following Qian Meng, Yu Fei and the others entered the first exhibition room. There, they saw the first type of Yuanmo: the Imp!

"Before we proceed, I’d like to briefly explain the racial structure of the Yuanmo..."

Everyone listened intently. The appearances of the Yuanmo varied drastically depending on their rank, and they were generally classified by tier.

"This is the low-rank Yuanmo I mentioned, the Imp. Please, take a look..."

Before them was a strange, dark-green creature standing about 1.5 meters tall. Its chest and abdomen were covered in Scale Armor, and it possessed sharp claws, elbow blades, a barbed tail, and sharp fangs.

Numerous bone spikes also protruded from its back.

"The Imps you encounter on the battlefield are mostly Tier 2 and Tier 3. Their combat strength is low, as they fight purely on instinct. An ordinary Second-Realm Martial Artist who has mastered a high-level weapon skill can handle about three Imps of the same realm on their own."

"The Imp’s individual combat power isn’t a threat. The only thing you need to be concerned about is their terrifying numbers. Hundreds of millions of them die on the front lines every year..."

The research institute has attempted to study captured Imps, but all such efforts have ended in failure.

The creatures possess a self-destruct mechanism, the nature of which is still unknown. The specimens in the lab could only be preserved after being treated with a special solvent.

Once an Imp determines it has been captured with no hope of escape, it will instantly dissolve into a puddle of green liquid while emitting a noxious, toxic gas.