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.

This was Gerald's disciple! If he was here, there was no need to even question the outcome. The Dragonians' victory was guaranteed.

Even Nala's eyes flickered with interest. Gerald's name carried tremendous weight, and while it was known he had a disciple, no one had ever identified who it was.

To see them appear now was beyond expectation. Given that the honor of their country was on the line, it made sense that Gerald would send his disciple to represent Dragonia.

Only Felix had a strange expression. After all, his mentor had ten disciples, nine of whom were women. Felix was the only male disciple. So who was that guy?

"Tim, I think I've figured it out. You don't have to explain it anymore," Nala said, her eyes returning to a calm gaze. If the young man were truly Gerald's disciple and had been stationed there all along, he could have simply replaced Felix from the start, making a Plan B" unnecessary.

Timothy didn't comment, as his only concern was that the winner needed to be from Dragonia. Nothing else mattered.

"Look at 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 set up this confrontation?

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

With that, the young man moved, stepping closer to Elliott and handing him a piece of

paper.

"My mentor said that medicine exists to heal, not to serve as a pawn for someone's glory. I won't waste my skills on this match. Take a look at this letter, and then get out."

Elliott reached out to take the note, but a senior member of his team, likely someone with significant authority, stepped in and took the paper instead. After reading it, his expression darkened, and he shook his head at Elliott. Despite his resentment, Elliott could only sigh in resignation. "Alright. Since he's Gerald's disciple, we concede."

Seated beside Zara again, Felix focused intently on the crumpled note, genuinely curious. What could have been written on that note to make Guneria surrender instantly? And, more importantly, was it really written by Gerald? Chapter 299noveldrama

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