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Chapter 1363 "The tenth round will showcase the most advanced technique in ancient medical practice alchemy!" Back at the judge's podium, Preston and Clifford announced the round with zero energy left in their voices, then slumped into their chairs in defeat.

The Advanced Medical Institute had hosted the Grand Medical Summit countless times, and Preston and Clifford had presided over it just as often. However, none of the previous summits had ever been this draining, this chaotic, or this nerve-wracking.

From the top platform, the two judges stared daggers at Andrew, their minds flickering with one vicious thought- if he could not be brought into the Institute, then he had to be eliminated for good.

Three cauldrons had been set before the finalists-Mosby, Andrew, and Thomas. Compared to concocting the Golden Cure, alchemy was an even higher-level art, without question. Hence, it was also considered the pinnacle of ancient medical practice.

Many of the spectators had never witnessed alchemy firsthand, so now, every pair of eyes was locked on the three contestants. Especially Andrew-he had becthe undisputed center of attention. He was the one nobody had expected to make it this far, yet he had clawed his way into the finals.

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Moreover, that was not even the most shocking part. The Golden Cure he made earlier had almost triggered a riot. Even if he did not win the championship, it was clear that his nwould be on everyone's lips far more than the actual winner after this summit.

Mosby and Thomas stood frozen in front of their furnaces, unable to begin. They were not stalling for show-both were genuinely shaken. When the summit began, they had each believed they would walk away as the undisputed champion.

Yet, before the final round even ended, Andrew had mercilessly shattered that dream of theirs.

Mosby, especially, was seething with resentment. He wanted nothing more than to rip Andrew to pieces. Even if he somehow pulled off the win, even if he stood alone at the top, the spotlight had already been stolen as Andrew had taken 90% of the glory.

Based on the crowd's obsession with Andrew now, Mosby knew that even taking the championship would not restore his edge.

'Andrew, you little bastard... Go to hell!' Mosby cursed silently, forcing himself to push aside his emotions and focus on the alchemy.

Meanwhile, Thomas kept his head down, quietly throwing himself into the process. There was only one thought in his heart-he had to win this. Only then could he look Andrew in the eye with a shred of pride.

Otherwise, with Andrew's Golden Cure causing that massive commotion, Thomas would be unable to catch up even if he spent a lifettrying.

"The only way to counter Andrew's impact is to bet on Mosby's final win," Preston whispered.

Clifford scoffed. "It's fine. The overall situation is still under our control."" Preston and Clifford quickly pulled themselves together, regaining their composure.

The Grand Medical Summit had only one real climax: the crowning of the final winner as the Grand Physician.

Everyone else, no matter how bright they shone, would just be supporting characters.

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Soon, a thin curl of smoke rose from the cauldrons, mingled with a fragrant, woody-like scent.

There was already movement coming from both Mosby's and Thomas's cauldrons. The fragrance of medicines drifted over, causing many audience members to show intoxicated expressions.

Elixirs were truly valuable items, and high-grade elixirs were preciousm treasures worth countless times more than gold and silver.

On the other hand, Andrew's

cauldron was tightly sealed with no scent escaping. All anyone could see Le was him becasionally dropping herbs into the furnace. Beyond that, there was nothing else.

Mosby, in contrast, was putting on a dazzling display-controlling the im flames checking the heat fifting the lid, and even slapping the sides of the cauldron to make it spin and heat evenly. Thomas was not far behind either. His cauldron let out rhythmic pops and bangs, releasing a thick, intense fragrance that was refreshing.