I Am the Ruler of All

The crowd started to gasp, "My goodness! It seems like we've got our priorities wrong! How could we neglect the wisdom of our ancestors and learn something else from abroad!"

"You're right! What were we thinking by looking down on traditional medicine?! What a waste of God's gifts!"

Kingsley shook his head slowly as he said, "Don't belittle yourself, and neither should you be arrogant! No matter which type of medicine you're practicing, they're each good in their own ways, just as long as you're willing to accept that practitioners of different medical fields are masters in their own ways!"

"Yes, you're right, Dr. Nicholson!" Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. "From now on, we won't look down on the traditional medicine of Qustia anymore!"

"Exactly! I must also educate my children about our traditions from an early age. That way, we would never lose our historical heritage!"

All of them had totally caved to his skills; they both admired Kingsley as well as traditional medicine!

Meanwhile, the wrinkled faces of Scott and the others flushed with excitement when they heard their passionate exclamations.

After this, their development would be even smoother when so many people had accepted traditional medicine, and all this was thanks to Kingsley's efforts!

Scott scoffed as he glared at the old men who had doubted Kingsley prior to his demonstration, "All of you are such muddleheads! I think you should retire early!"

"Mr. Ragland…"

In that instant, the faces of the gray-haired old masters turned ashen because the older a person was in the traditional medicine world, the more popular they were. There was no such thing as retirement, and by saying that, Scott was clearly trying to kick them out of the main traditional medicine circle of Cleapolis!

At the same time, another person in the room had a face paler than them—Liam Clayton! His view of the world and life had received a significant blow, and his mind was in a whirl, unable to comprehend anything else.

"P-Professor Clayton… What are we going to do?" Mateo stammered, feeling as though his tongue had turned stiff. "It seems like this chap r-really has some skills. Have we met our match?"

Liam sighed as he answered, "It was really beyond my imagination that the traditional medicine of Qustia could be so miraculous… If there's no other way, we'll have to return to Mittera…"

Kingsley sneered upon hearing Liam's mutterings, "Professor Clayton, aren't you the one who was insulting the traditional medicine of Qustia earlier by calling it trash? Why do you want to run back to Mittera now?" Without waiting for Liam's answer, he added, "Our duel isn't over yet, and you want to escape halfway? There isn't such a bed of roses in this world!"

His words sent everyone gawking and tongue-tied as they wondered, I-Is there a need to carry on with the competition? Liam is already fleeing in helter-skelter, and he will just be needlessly humiliated if this duel continues!

However, it was obvious that Kingsley didn't plan to let him off. "Professor Clayton, if you don't dare to continue with the duel, kneel before our traditional medicine masters and bow down ten times to each of them. If you do that, I'll allow you to return to Mittera. But, of course, out of the Qustian traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, you may ask your favorite student to bow down on your behalf. I won't mind if you choose to do so."

Everyone inhaled sharply when they heard his bold declaration. Clearly, he didn't plan to leave a way out for Liam.

In other words, if any mention of admitting defeat came out of Liam today, one of them would be utterly disgraced in this medical conference. In addition, even if Mateo really bowed down on his behalf, Liam would most likely not have the nerve to practice in the medical field anymore.

Through this conference, the people started feeling more awe for Kingsley when they looked at him.