Mosby felt weak all over, and his spirit was completely crushed. He mumbled, "A seventh-grade Imperial Elixir… It really is an Imperial Elixir! H-How could something like this actually exist in the real world?"

He growled, "Even if Andrew were the reincarnation of the King of Medicine himself, there's no way his skills should be this monstrous! W-Why did I have to run into someone like him? What's the point of living?"

His guttural, agonized roar shook the very roof of the Grand Medical Summit.

Moments ago, Mosby seemed unbeatable, and everyone believed he was the one, the uncontested champion. Yet fate had other plans. He met Andrew, and just like that, he lost miserably.

Thomas had already walked halfway off the competition platform, but hearing the revelation, he froze in place.

"A seventh-grade Imperial Elixir? Andrew actually refined a seventh-grade Imperial Elixir?"

No one answered him as they were all too stunned, reeling in disbelief. Then, he saw Mosby sitting on