Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2235 The Real Competition Begins

Matthew timed everything perfectly.

As the brown-colored pills he had thrown burned out, the Emsgate participants from all directions began to show signs of anxiety.

It wasn't that they were afraid of Matthew's strategies. Rather, they realized that the spiritual power within their bodies was no longer sufficient to sustain them.

Looking around, they noticed that among the nearly hundred participants, the Cathay participants still held an absolute numerical advantage.

They gritted their teeth and planned to endure a little longer.

But after a while, their awareness started to gradually fade, and eventually, they were unable to continue and appeared intoxicated.

These individuals danced around while drooling and laughing foolishly in front of the audience.

Some even began adjusting their shirts, took off their jackets, and drew nearer to one another.

When the audience saw this, they started laughing.

"D*mn, these participants from Emsgate are really going all out!"

"I didn't expect the Emsgate participants to be into this kind of thing. Wow, they're actually hugging each other now."

"D-do we really have to watch this? Such an indecent sight!"

The Emsgate elders, who were watching the competition on the side, all looked gloomy.

They quickly ordered their own participants who had forfeited to go and drag these embarrassing individuals away.

And all of this was mainly due to the pills that Matthew had thrown into the furnace.

It was the Psychedelic Pill!

Matthew modified these pills based on Emsgate's incapacitation techniques. He simply applied the golden rule-treat others the way they had treated him. After several participants who were already shirtless were removed, there were only about twenty groups of participants left in the entire competition venue. And the majority of these individuals were skilled in both medicine and martial arts.

Unless they had extremely potent poison techniques, like Fabien Blanc's highly corrosive Five-Colored Poison, ordinary tactics had already lost their effectiveness in the current situation. The remaining ten or so groups of participants understood that after joining forces to eliminate the majority of their competitors, any further attempts to interfere would be futile.

The next step was the real competition, to see who could refine the Purifying Pill the fastest.

After observing the situation on the field for a while, Matthew returned to his refining section.

When he activated his spiritual power, the flames in the furnace soared.

The audience, who had placed bets, also became anxious at this point and focused intently on the competitors.

The earlier chaotic scene had subsided as well.

"You two, hurry up!"

Rose and Arianell, who had eliminated their surrounding competitors, also snapped back to their senses in response to Roland's words. When they turned to look, they saw Roland raising his right hand high and using his left hand to direct the flames in the pill cauldron. Under the control of spiritual power, another set of medicinal materials for refining the Purifying Pill was suspended in the air.

The surface of these sixteen different types of medicinal materials was slowly releasing a variety of colored droplets, if one looked closely. These droplets were also gradually colliding and merging under the control of spiritual power.

"Can pill refining be done without a pill cauldron?"

Rose and Arianell were amazed by this display of skill.

"Phantom of Medicine, you little brat! Not bad at all! It's the Floating Pill Refining Technique; I haven't seen such a promising talent in years." Rhett Wyatt felt a wave of emotion and stroked his long beard.

This method of refining pills was just as challenging-if not more so than the Dual Cauldron Refining Technique used by the Goddess of Meteora. Kenneth Schmidt, on the other hand, shook his head in displeasure.

"This kid is only capable of so much. He only ever focused on martial arts, never learning how to properly refine pills with me." "Roland wouldn't only have this one refining technique, which is barely adequate if he could focus on learning medical skills." Rhett and Skelemar had no idea that the Valley Master of Shrewsdon Valley could still be so narcissistic at such an old age. After mercilessly rolling their eyes, the two elders decided they didn't want to talk to him anymore because it was too bothersome.