All the spectators were nervously watching Tang Ming and Zhang Chuming, anticipating the outcome of their duel.

"My god! Both of them are so strong, yet they meet here, and one must be eliminated. What a pity."

Zhou Xiaoqian clenched her fists in anxiety.

"Yeah! With their strength, they should be more powerful than many who have advanced, but now... it’s all because Zhang Chuming had been hiding his strength, acting like a rogue. The organizers probably couldn’t assess his power, which led to these two strong players facing off in this round."

Hua Yingjie shook his head regretfully.

According to the match list provided by the organizers, they could have separated the strong contestants, but Zhang Chuming had never exposed his true strength. The organizers probably didn’t expect him to be so strong, which resulted in him facing Tang Ming.

"I’ve finished!"

Just at the last second of the match, both Tang Ming and Zhang Chuming withdrew their hands, and the suspended herbs fell to the ground as they handed their medicine packets to the staff.

"Ah! I’ll check immediately."

The staff reacted and quickly started analyzing the two medicine packets.

"You’re really strong."

Zhang Chuming squinted his eyes, curiously sizing up Tang Ming: "With such great strength, you probably aren’t interested in the so-called championship of the medical competition. You must have come for that matter, right?"

"Which matter? I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Tang Ming frowned in confusion.

"There’s no point in pretending. I don’t believe you’re just an ordinary college student."

Zhang Chuming frowned unhappily.

"I am indeed just an ordinary college student. As for the matter you’re talking about, I know nothing about it. But one thing is clear, you lost this round."

Tang Ming tidied his clothes and confidently looked at Zhang Chuming.

"Heh, not necessarily! The time we spent in this match is the same. If the quality of the medicine configurations is perfect, then it’s a draw."

Zhang Chuming smiled calmly, "I’m confident my configured herbs are perfect. Are yours?"

"I’m naturally perfect, but unfortunately..."

Tang Ming shook his head regretfully.

"In this round, contestant Tang Ming has won."

The staff spoke leisurely.

"How is this possible?"

Zhang Chuming widened his eyes in disbelief.

"In contestant Zhang Chuming’s configured herbs, although the proportion is as perfect as Tang Ming’s, your concoction contains foreign substances."

The staff used tweezers to separate some black substances from Zhang Chuming’s herbs.

"What is this?"

Zhang Chuming was dumbfounded; he certainly didn’t add anything.

"Hehe, you should thank your Baobao!"

Tang Ming chuckled, raised his arm, and began rubbing his hands. Mud and sand flowed from his hands, "Your Baobao got me dirty with plenty of soil. I just mixed tiny amounts of this mud into your herbs, bit by bit enough to affect your concoction ratio."

"So that’s how it is."

Zhang Chuming realized, looking at Tang Ming with a complex expression: "I lost, and it’s not unfair, such a pity, such a pity!"

"Sigh! Helped the wrong way, put Chuming in a pit."

Outside the wire mesh, Zhang Baobao stomped his foot. This time, he couldn’t bury Zhang Chuming’s opponent; instead, it gave him a finishing move, really digging his teammate into a pit!

"This time I lost, wholeheartedly resign."

Zhang Chuming extended his hand to Tang Ming.

"I also enjoyed the fight; it seems you and I started something new, elevating this round to its peak."

Tang Ming extended his hand to shake Zhang Chuming’s.

Zhang Chuming looked at Tang Ming with a pleading expression, his lips moved slightly.

"Farewell."

Tang Ming slightly frowned, cupped his hands toward Zhang Chuming, and turned to the advancement area.

"Hehe, Tang Ming, I remember you, we will meet again soon."

Zhang Chuming watched Tang Ming’s back, laughing oddly.

"I don’t want to see you, nor the lunatic lady beside you."

Tang Ming didn’t look back and waved his hand, his heart growing heavy.

Zhang Chuming is a nine-star martial master at the peak of medical Dao, and that Zhang Baobao is a martial general. Why have they come to participate in this competition, using any means to win? What’s the reason behind it?

And the matter Zhang Chuming mentioned, what exactly is it?

"What secrets does the medical competition hide?"

After entering the advancement area, Tang Ming looked down at his right palm, where a faint red spot flickered.

Zhang Chuming left it during their handshake; he didn’t conceal it but used lip language to request Tang Ming to keep this tracking imprint.

"Congratulations to all contestants who advanced. You’ve successfully entered the finals. Now, you have two hours to pack your belongings and then gather at the plaza center. You will meet the contestants from the Western Medicine section who have entered the finals."

The host’s voice sounded again over the broadcast.

After the introduction, everyone left the venue.

In the hotel, Tang Ming, Meng Xianjun, Hua Yingjie, and others all gathered in one room.

"That’s how things are. I now fully agree with Old Meng’s speculation that there are many hidden matters behind the medical competition."

Tang Ming showed the imprint on his hand to everyone.

Meng Xianjun frowned as he stared at the imprint on Tang Ming’s hand but remained silent.

"Regardless of the issue with the medical competition, I will absolutely not give up. Only by becoming the Young Medical King can I revive the Heavenly Medicine Sect."

Hua Yingjie was resolute.

"I too have come a long way here. Although destined to fail, I’ll definitely stay by your side."

Zhou Xiaoqian clung tightly to Tang Ming’s arm.

"We’ve been eliminated, so there should be no problems, right?"

Wu Fangyue blinked uncertainly at Tang Ming.

"Since that’s the case, let’s part ways here. New Long and Wu Fangyue, you head off and meet the dean and instructor, leave Goose City as soon as possible. We’ll continue in the competition."

Tang Ming thought for a while, finally fixing his gaze on Meng Xianjun: "Old Meng, are you staying or leaving?"

"Hoo hoo hoo, I’m staying, and you’d better call over Sun Zhuangjia and Tianye Yingzi. My intuition tells me this medical competition might be the last one."

Meng Xianjun took a deep breath, looking seriously at Tang Ming.

"This... alright, I’ll have Yingzi and the others come over immediately."

Thinking of Zhang Baobao by Zhang Chuming’s side was a martial general’s cultivation, Tang Ming dared not be careless.

Then everyone busied themselves accordingly, and Tang Ming and Meng Xianjun were left alone on the balcony.

"Do you recognize this thing?"

Tang Ming placed his palm in front of Meng Xianjun.

"I recognize! It’s one of the Martial Arts’ Eight Great Skills, the Exorcism Order."

Meng Xianjun frowned, staring at Tang Ming’s hand imprint, "This imprint fixes Zhang Chuming’s soul energy on your hand. No matter where you go, unless you remove it, he can find you."