Big Mom Pirates

Ryan was under a lot of pressure. Victory had seemed certain, but now it looked as though they might lose. With Hawkeye out of the contest, all the pressure had fallen on Ryan. He was everyone's last hope.

Robin and the others looked at him with encouragement and admiration.

Ryan had no choice but to force himself on.

After five barrels, the Giant Tribe contestant went down too. It wasn't that he couldn't drink any more; he was drunk.

That left only Ryan and the scruffy-looking old man.

They exchanged wary glances. The other man wasn't just good at drinking; he was strong in his own right.

A contest like this took more than a capacity for drink. Swallowing that much liquor demanded physical strength. Wang Luffy could eat so much because of his unusual constitution. It wasn't as if just anyone's stomach could hold that much food. Digestion mattered too.

Life Return, one of the Marine Six Powers, worked on the same principle. Once the body reached a certain level, the right technique let a person rapidly draw energy from food. Wang Luffy and his absurd abilities were another matter.

So the old man opposite Ryan was probably no weakling.

The crowd below the stage stared in disbelief. Both men had already drunk more than the previous champion, yet they were still going and still had strength to spare.

"Come on, Bloody Swordsman!"

"Come on, old man! Don't lose to a youngster!"

The spectators began cheering for them on their own. Everyone here loved liquor, and watching a drinking contest like this set their blood racing. They wished they could take the contestants' places.

With the crowd cheering them on, Ryan and the scruffy old man kept drinking.

"Seven barrels! Seven barrels!"

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