Global Deities: My SSS-Rank Talent Lets Me Evolve Everything

Chapter 172: Would You Like Some Monkey Wine?

Just at this moment, Yang Fan, who was standing at the very front, suddenly spoke, “Brother Sima, can I materialize things from the divine kingdom here?”

Sima Bang was gritting his teeth to hold on at the moment, and upon hearing this, he replied with difficulty, “As long as you don’t conjure up a mountain to affect other people’s examinations, do whatever you want, as long as you can stand on it.”

Hearing these words, the corners of Yang Fan’s mouth hooked up slightly.

He was seen snapping his fingers, and the next moment, a glass of wine appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

The wine liquid swayed slightly, emitting a faint fragrance.

Yang Fan faced the pressure of the eye of the god directly, his body remaining completely motionless, yet he slightly curved his right hand and passed it backward.

“Old Ye.”

“Feed this Monkey Wine to Miss Wen, it has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the soul.”

“She is severely dehydrated now. If she doesn’t replenish her energy soon, she won’t last much longer.”

His voice remained calm, as if the person enduring tremendous pressure right now was not him at all.

Seeing Yang Fan holding the wine glass with one hand in an extremely awkward posture and passing it behind him, Ye Jianfeng’s skin couldn’t help but twitch fiercely.

“Old Ye, take it, this posture is very tiring,” Yang Fan urged.

‘I’m very tired too!’ Ye Jianfeng wailed wildly in his heart.

At this moment, even if he was only enduring a portion of the pressure, he was unwilling to raise his hand, and all his energy was spent on resisting the coercion.

Now he still had to feed someone wine?!

‘Aren’t we participating in an assessment?’

‘This is a whole one million Divinity Points!’

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

Ye Jianfeng went through a wave of wild complaints in his heart.

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

Supporting Wen Yushui with his left hand, he raised his right hand bit by bit, as if moving a heavy object weighing thousands of catties, and difficultly took that cup of Monkey Wine.

At the very instant Yang Fan let go, Ye Jianfeng only felt a heavy sinking in his hand!

Under the terrifying pressure, that cup of wine was actually as heavy as a thousand catties!

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

“Miss Wen, I will serve you your drink,” Ye Jianfeng said with a dark face and gnashing teeth, his tone full of reluctance.

As a Sword Cultivator, he didn’t know anything about cherishing jade and pitying fragrant flowers.

In his eyes, Wen Yushui at this moment was just a burden. If it weren’t for Yang Fan’s request, he wouldn’t even have bothered to glance at her more.

Women would only affect the speed of his sword-drawing, let alone a stupid woman who couldn’t even judge the limits of her own Physical Body; how could Divinity Points not be more important?

Wen Yushui’s face flushed slightly, and she was clearly also a bit embarrassed.

But her condition at this moment was simply too poor. The moment that cup of Monkey Wine entered her mouth, a warm power rapidly spread out, like sweet spring water moisturizing her withered Physical Body. Both her spirit and Physical Body visibly recovered a segment, and even that oppressive feeling was not as suffocating as before.

“Brother Sima.” At this time, Yang Fan spoke again, “You consumed quite a bit just now, would you also like some Monkey Wine to replenish your physical strength?”

“Ah???”

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

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

He couldn’t even raise his hand now, relying entirely on one breath to brace himself, and even speaking was laborious, yet he was supposed to drink?

“I’m a bit far from you,” Yang Fan said casually.

“I’ll have Old Ye pass it to you.”

As soon as his voice fell, he snapped his fingers once more.

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 fully Half-man tall, heavy and thick, clearly taking into consideration Sima Bang’s S-rank Devouring Talent; drinking with a cup probably wouldn’t 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 actually lifted the Half-man-tall wine barrel over his head understatement-style and passed it backward.

This scene made Ye Jianfeng’s lips part slightly, and his entire person froze directly.

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

Ye Jianfeng knew clearly in his heart that if he dared to reach out and take it, the next second he would definitely be directly crushed and eliminated!

“Old Ye, why are you dawdling so much?” 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 strength right now… This barrel of wine… I can’t catch it.”

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

Yang Fan felt that although this pressure had strengthened quite a bit, to him, at most it had just gone from a “feather” to a “sheet of paper”, truly making no difference.

He gave a light cough, “Then… Robots should also be able to be materialized, right? I’ll let them help.”

“Brother Yang, stop messing around…” Sima Bang summoned a sliver of spirit, his tone trembling somewhat.

“The pressure here is too great, ordinary Robot Soldiers will be crushed into iron cakes as soon as they come out. Stop talking… save some strength… Together with Brother Ye, lasting until two hours shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

Just as his voice fell, Yang Fan snapped his fingers again.

The next moment, four metallic figures instantly appeared on the platform!

Super Alloy Robot Warrior!

Under this terrifying pressure, they were not affected!

One of them supported Wen Yushui, and another took the wine barrel in Yang Fan’s hand.

As for the remaining two, each holding a Moonlit Cup, they stood on the left and right sides of Ye Jianfeng and Sima Bang like accompanying attendants.

The scene went quiet for a split second; Ye Jianfeng was completely stunned, and Sima Bang’s pupils also shrank.

“No…” Sima Bang’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an obvious tremor, “You even bought this thing? Do you have so much money that you’re burning it?”

The Super Alloy Robot Warrior produced in the high-tier Mechanical Divine Kingdom had combat power comparable only to the Qi Refining Stage, yet the price was a full one hundred Divinity Points each.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, this thing was purely useless chicken ribs.

With these Resources, one could casually pile up a large batch of Qi Refining Stage believers.

Who would have nothing better to do than buy this kind of thing? It’s simply a waste.

“There are only four,” Yang Fan said casually, “bought them to play with.”

“…” Ye Jianfeng’s mouth twitched slightly.

Isn’t the cost of your “playing” a bit too high?

“Quick, Brother Yang.” Sima Bang was already too lazy to think more, directly closing his eyes and opening his mouth wide, “I really can’t move anymore right now, let it feed me.”

That appearance had no trace of image to speak of.

“Um…” Ye Jianfeng hesitated for a moment, but still spoke, “Can… can I also have some?”

Wen Yushui’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she said softly, “If possible… I’d like another cup.”

“Drink as much as you like,” Yang Fan said indifferently, “Monkey Wine is plenty in my divine kingdom.”

The next moment, the aroma of wine filled the air, appearing exceptionally abrupt in this oppressive assessment space.

Several robots had clear divisions of labor.

One supported the person, one passed the wine, and the other two held Moonlit Cups, shuttling back and forth like waiters.

This scene fell into the eyes of the surrounding crowd, instantly becoming incomparably bizarre.