Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

On the platform, Mosby and Andrew stood on opposite ends, locked in a silent stare. The original third contender, Thomas, had already left in quiet defeat.

Mosby said, "Andrew, a shared first place is a win-win for both of us. Why not just take the prize and walk away happy? That way, we both leave this on a high note."

He was still trying to talk Andrew out of the final match.

Andrew glanced at him and replied with a light laugh. "Dr. Lake, are you chickening out?"

Mosby's face darkened. "Me? Scared? You think that's possible? I'm suggesting this for our benefit. I've seen your skills now-they're no less than mine. But if you want to surpass me, you'd need at least another ten, maybe 20 years."

Andrew rolled his eyes, clearly losing patience. "Mosby, quit blowing smoke. You know damn well that when it comes to medicine, you're not even fit to carry my bag."

That blatant slap in the face sent Mosby into a rage. His eyes flared, and he roared, "Fine! Then I'll fight you to the bitter end! If I don't make you taste humiliating defeat today, I'm not worthy of being called a medical master!"

To be honest, if this were not the Grand Medical Summit, and more like an underground brawl, he might have already gone for Andrew's throat. The kid was just that insufferable.

Of course, going off-script like that would have only backfired he would get destroyed either way.

forward and asked, "Gentlemen, how would you like

the Summit's entire history, a Round 11 had never happened before, so

striking a poised and dignified stance. "As the senior here, I'll give you the first move. Andrew, don't go telling others I bullied you.

air somehow won him a few nods of approval from the crowd- he still

go ahead and pick the challenge? If I do it, it might be too hard, and you'll just say I'm being

It felt like getting slapped across the face in front of a full house. His hand trembled as he pointed at Andrew. "You little punk, how dare

in ancient medical practice and brew the Golden Cure. There was no way he would tet himself believe

come

something to beat him.

through and survive. As long as he made it through, he would not

his head and thought for a moment

and a line of silver needles rolled out. He

his head. "No, acupuncture's flashy and

fists and forced himself not to explode. "Fine. No acupuncture. Then what? Hurry

accuracy over the 12 primary meridians and the full cycle of 360 acupoints

laugh. "Child's play. I could do that