The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Elliott looked utterly confident, convinced that as long as Dragonia didn't resort to breaking the rules by bringing in their seasoned traditional medicine masters, they had no chance of winning in the ten-minute timeframe. Just then, a young man stepped into the courtyard, exuding an air of pride and poise. Like Felix, he appeared to be around the same age.

"Is that him? Or are you planning to switch again?" Elliott asked with disdain, throwing in a bit of mockery.

This time, William remained silent, letting the young man speak up once he had arrived. "Do you think a miere miracle drug can challenge our thousands-of-years-old traditional medicine? Ridiculous!" the young man said. Oh? Elliott smirked, noticing that this new guy had quite an attitude. "Alright then, let the contest begin."

But under everyone's watchful gaze, behind his back.

the young man stood there with his hands clasped

"A contest? Are you even qualified? I am the direct disciple of Gerald Hoffman, and you. think you're worthy of my efforts?"

The room fell silent as everyone gasped, and the realization set in like a shockwave. Forget the people of Guneria. Even those on the Dragonian side were taken aback before erupting in excitement.

no need

name carried tremendous weight, and while it was known he had

was on the line,

of whom were women. Felix was the

it anymore," Nala said, her eyes returning to a calm gaze. If the young man were truly Gerald's

concern was that the winner needed to be from

Chapter 208

the people of Guneria. They seem familiar with Gerald's name," Yvonne whispered to Nala, who laced her fingers together. Of course, they had heard of him. Otherwise, why would they go to such lengths to

of tense silence, Elliott gritted his teeth and jeered, "So what if you're Gerald's disciple? You think we'd surrender

stepping closer to Elliott and

paper.

I won't waste