Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 167 Old Man Huang Loses Two Matches in a Row
To facilitate measurement and comparison, each portion of food eaten by Old Man Huang and the Wolf King was of similar size.

Old Man Huang did not maintain the dining etiquette of the Terran nobles. Instead, he followed the local customs and adopted the same eating method as Rus. He picked up the hot food directly with his hands, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

The wolf king, like his two wolf brothers beside him, devoured the food like a whirlwind.

Nimrod was keenly aware that the Emperor did not use his powerful psychic powers to aid in the digestion of his food.

Old Man Huang noticed Leman Russ's aversion to psychic powers, so he didn't use them, relying solely on his physical appetite to compete.

The Wolf King, who grew up in Fenris culture, has an absolute advantage in this regard due to his evolved digestive system.

Old Man Huang will definitely lose!]
The Primarch then compared the wolf Leman Russ's reaction to biting and swallowing meat with his own.

[Well, if I participate in the "Big Eating Contest", I will not be a match for the Wolf King. He is like a bottomless pit.

The only way to win is to ascend to the rank of "Corrupted Baron" and distort the rules of the duel, but whether this can be concealed and accepted by Leman Russ remains to be seen.]
While he was thinking, Ningluo had already eaten his fill. He ignored the wolf king's wild and provocative look, put down his fork, and waited for the fight to end.

Leman Russ's eyes flashed with disdain as he turned his gaze away from Nimrod and looked at the man who claimed to be his father.

Ninglu noticed that Old Man Huang's eating speed gradually slowed down and his abdomen was slightly bulging.

After a while, Old Man Huang finished the steak in his hand and said calmly.

"I lost."

The wolf king swallowed the steak in his mouth and laughed.

"Hahaha, your appetite is much smaller than your tone."

Ningluo looked at the Wolf King who had won the victory and achieved the title of "Big Eater" and spoke with confidence.

"Then the second challenge is the drinking challenge."

"Drinking capacity is the measure of a man's character. Whoever drinks more wine is the stronger one."

The bronze drinking horn was placed on the table in front of Nimrod, and Leman Russ bared his sharp fangs.

"The mead of Fenris is not to be sipped, but to be drunk in large gulps."

The Primarch had not wanted to drink, but a thought pulsed through his mind.

"Nimrod, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Drink!"

At the urging of Old Man Huang, Ning Lu had no choice but to pick up the bronze drinking horn and drink the liquid inside in one gulp.

The moment the wine entered his mouth, it burned his mouth, then slid down his throat and finally into his stomach.

It tastes like a mixture of motor oil and acid. If a mortal drank it, they would die on the spot.

The Primarch's expression was calm. His superhuman body allowed him to adapt quickly. The burning sensation in his stomach quickly subsided, and a warmth spread from his abdomen to his entire body.

At the same time, Nimrod felt a slight dissolving sensation in his body, and he knew that the Briber's potion was digesting a little.

[Cooperating with Old Man Huang to drink Fenris's disgusting mead against his will was also a bribe to him.

After all, if it were up to me, I would never drink this mead.

Both are strong drinks, but Rasvodt is much better than mead, without the nasty motor oil and sour taste.]
Once again, Ningluo ignored the Wolf King's provocative gaze, put down the bronze drinking horn, and then turned his gaze to the two people fighting.

They kept bringing the bronze drinking horns to their mouths and drinking from them with their heads tilted back.

The Primarch keenly sensed that Old Man Huang, as before, was not using his powerful psychic powers.

Compared to Leman Russ, who had already adapted, Old Man Huang's throat trembled slightly, but after drinking three cups, he became accustomed to the thickest mead in Fenris.

The Wolf King still had the upper hand in the drinking contest, while Old Man Huang drank slower and slower.

Finally, Old Man Huang placed the bronze drinking horn on the table and waved his hand to signal the fur-wrapped servant not to pour any more wine.

He gave a barely perceptible wry smile and spoke in a calm tone.

"I lost again."

Leman Russ tilted his head back, poured the wine from the bronze horn into his mouth, and looked towards the Emperor.

"Not even the champions of Fenris can drink as much as you do."

"You've earned my respect. You're a real man."

"But you still lost. No one can drink as much as I can." Nimrod looked at the proud Wolf King and acknowledged his ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, which he had acquired through his daily heavy drinking. Unless he twisted the rules, he would not be able to surpass Leman Russ's alcohol tolerance.

While he was thinking, the Wolf King stood up from the throne.

"Well, now comes the final challenge, a contest between warriors. I will defeat you in a contest of force."

Leman Russ spoke confidently to the Emperor, then glanced at Nimrod with disdain.

"In the manner of an admirable, heroic warrior, not in the manner of a contemptible sorcerer."

As the Emperor stood up, golden light flashed in his eyes. He used sympathetic magic to deduce the future thousands of times.

He got the result he wanted and also had to bear the consequences. Even he had a flash of pain in his eyes.

The pain faded away randomly. He had been used to it from predicting the future and making plans countless times in his long life.

"I'll send your brother Nimrod to take my place. Do you agree?"

In every thousand simulations the Emperor had conducted, Nimrod had triumphed over Leman Russ in physical combat.

Sending him to fight for you would kill two birds with one stone.

Not only would he win the challenge, allowing Leman Russ to join the Empire, but he would also allow Nimrod to gain the respect of the Wolf King.

The Emperor observed Leman Russ's performance and recognized him as a warrior.

Nimrod would gain his respect if he won a battle.

As for Nimrod's dissatisfaction with Leman Russ, the Emperor believed that he would consider the overall situation and that he would cater to Nimrod's preferences and use his favorite rare items to alleviate his displeasure.

Ningluo didn't expect that Old Man Huang would ask him to fight in his place. Although he disdained the Wolf King's hypocritical attitude towards psychic power, which was that he despised witchcraft but trusted shamans, he was not interested in fighting with the Wolf King.

Even victory will not wake up those who are pretending to be asleep.

Ningluo knew that he could not refuse Old Man Huang's request, but he would not allow himself to be manipulated.

You can duel, but do it on your own terms.

Nimrod didn't say anything. Leman Russ stepped in front of him, his fists clenched so tightly that they made crackling sounds.

"I accept."

"Nimrod, let's fight, I will defeat you!"

"Your ridiculous witchcraft is nothing but an illusory joke in the face of real force."

Nimrod's black eyes flashed: "You are the Wolf King of Fenris, right?"

"Of course!"

"Fighting is boring. Wolves are nature's hunters. How about we have a hunting duel?"

Leman Russ was stunned. Nimrod actually challenged him to a hunting challenge. There was no hunter in Nimrod at all. How could he possibly beat him in hunting?

If it was a fight of force, he still had a chance of winning, but if it was a fight of hunting, the victory would be handed over to him.

"Of course, whatever you want to hunt."

"It's your choice. I will defeat you no matter what you choose."

"Kraken sea monster, whoever hunts the biggest Kraken will be the winner."

Nimrod had already thought about it, and he spoke directly.

"it is good."

The Wolf King once hunted the largest Kraken in Fenris - the King of the Gorgons. In his opinion, he had the advantage in both hunting ability and familiarity with the environment and prey.

Nimrod will definitely be defeated!

"I am victorious, and the Kraken you hunt is mine too."

"As long as you can win," Leman Russ said confidently, "but the winner must be me."

(End of this chapter)