NovelBookRafael could not take it anymore and shouted, "Mosby, just accept the challenge already! You've got decades of
medical mastery-what's there to fear? Kill him with it!"
Quinton, ever the chaos-stirrer, chimed in again. "Exactly, Dr. Lake! Believe in yourself. Andrew is bluffing-no way
he'd really go all in! But hey, if he does... well then, pretend | didn't say anything."
Mosby's apprentices all turned to glare at Quinton, seething with rage. Then, they turned back toward their
mentor, bowing respectfully.
"Dr. Lake, go forth with confidence! No matter what happens, even if something... unfortunate occurs, we'll take
care of all the madams-day and night, with full devotion!"
Mosby's body trembled. For a fleeting moment, he seriously considered conceding to Andrew on the spot-just to
survive this madness. Then, maybe sprint up to the stands and dismember every single one of those so-called
apprentices.
As for that bastard Quinton? He wanted to castrate him, then force-feed him his own manhood.
He thought they were a bunch of heartless beasts-just to bring down Andrew, they clearly did not care whether
he lived or died.
Mosby wanted to scream, to howl, to unleash all the rage churning in his gut. Meanwhile, Preston and Clifford
both let out cold, synchronized grunts.
"Mosby, you've crossed the Rubicon-you can't turn back now. Either surrender right now, hand over the title of
Grand Physician and let the Lazarus Blueprint fall into new hands... Or you fight-right here, right now-and send
that boy to hell."
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on your side. You have the advantage. There's no reason to hesitate. So, face Andrew head-on!"
Unlike the rest of the crowd, who were just there for the , Preston and Clifford's reasoning was sharp and
strategic, brutal, but sound.
Mosby paused, realizing that thad run out. If he stalled any longer, he would be branded a coward by
everyone present. Grinding his teeth, he finally snarled at Andrew, "Fine! I'll do this, Andrew! Let's take it to the
end! Today, either you die— or | do!"
Andrew could not even be bothered to respond. He simply picked up the glass of clear water in front of him and
began tossing things in.
As he did, he muttered casually under his breath, "A bit of Necrotic Dust to ensure complete decay... A dash of
Seven-Tailed Centipede venom, and srattlesnake extract. Peaceful passing, you know?
"Oh, can't forget the parasite poison. That stuff's great-should be enough to let your brain incubate a nest of
worms. But the sweetest and most delicious has to be Nightshade f the Grim Reaper wants you dead by
midnight, you won't make it past 11.00 p.m.!"
With every sentence, Mosby's face twitched harder than the last. This little monster was not just trying to kill him
he wanted to annihilate him, body and soul. With that deadly combo, even an immortal would have to take a
step back.
Fueled by pure fury and desperation, Mosby finally made his move. A cloud of toxic powders rained into his own
glass, thick and dense like smoke.
"Andrew, you asked for this!" he bellowed. His voice cracked into a guttural roar, like a beast driven into a corner.
Then, Andrew calmly walked over and shoved the rest of his poisons into Mosby's hands.
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"Alright, now let's start drinking-cheers!"
Seeing Mosby hesitate, Andrew handed over the toxic water in his hand straight to him.
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