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.

Clifford leaned forward and asked, "Gentlemen, how would you

uncharted territory. In the Summit's entire history, a Round 11

his hands behind his back, striking a poised and dignified stance. "As the senior here, I'll give you

nods of approval from the crowd- he still carried the aura

flatly, "Why don't you go ahead and pick the challenge? If I do it,

full house. His hand trembled as he pointed at Andrew. "You little punk, how dare you! Name the challenge. If you can stump me, I'll give you the win, no questions asked. You'll

able to pass the most difficult alchemy in ancient medical practice and brew

actually come up

something to beat him.

and survive. As long as he made it through, he

his head and thought for a moment before speaking. "How about...

line of silver needles rolled out. He scoffed. "Acupuncture? Bring it on. I'm not afraid

his head. "No, acupuncture's flashy and

explode. "Fine. No acupuncture. Then

let's test pressure-point control specifically, accuracy over the 12 primary

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