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.

If he was here, there was no need to even question

Nala's eyes flickered with interest. Gerald's name carried tremendous weight, and while it was

that the honor of their country was on the line,

nine of whom were women. Felix was the only male disciple. So who was that

gaze. If the young man were truly Gerald's disciple and

only concern was that the winner needed to be

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whispered to Nala, who laced her fingers together. Of course, they had heard of him. Otherwise, why would they go to

"So what

closer to Elliott and handing

paper.

someone's glory. I won't waste my skills on this match. Take a look at this letter, and then get

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