Damn, what’s going on!

There are pharmacists among the people coming to the overseas battlefield this time?

Holy crap, who the hell is so dumb to throw such a rare talent like a pharmacist into the battlefield?

Damn, did they get kicked in the head by a donkey?

If they had such talents, they would absolutely treat them as precious as treasures.

To know, right now!

Even those at the Gang Qi Level need elixirs to improve their strength, to some extent.

Pharmacists can be said to be the stepping stones for their strength advancement.

Without the support of their elixirs, improving their strength would be extremely difficult.

This isn’t some SS Level or Dark Force Level!

Wait, Franco, this name seems familiar, where have I heard it?

Soon, Felix and his group started to show signs of realization.

Franco?

This guy seemingly is a newly risen alchemist genius from France.

Just at the start of this year, we heard about him.

His apprentice?

Their strength should be impressive.

"Who’s betting with him?" Felix suddenly asked.

After all, truth be told, competitions among pharmacists are rarely seen.

Let alone one of the betters is Long Aotian.

Also, they even bet on losing an arm.

You know, to reach Qi Gathering Level, who would be a fool?

Without a hundred percent certainty, would Long Aotian bet with Olicodo?

So, who exactly is the youngster from Huaxia daring to bet?

Could it be an apprentice of another famous pharmacist?

Olicodo glanced at Long Aotian, sneering: "That kid is Zhang Fan, with SS Level strength! He once bought some elixirs for research, and he claims elixirs are very simple."

There was one more thing Olicodo didn’t mention.

Zhang Fan is Long Aotian’s junior apprentice brother!

He intends to reveal this after Zhang Fan lost.

Otherwise, this bunch of big shots might drown him with their mockery now.

For instance, just hearing the bet involved Long Aotian, they haven’t stopped ridiculing.

How about Qi Gathering masters?

Aren’t they losing an arm!

He just doesn’t believe Zhang Fan can actually perform alchemy!

Meanwhile, Feipulei’s group also showed slight surprise.

Olicodo, this guy, actually hid such crucial information, hehe, if Zhang Fan wins later.

This guy might be drowned in saliva.

But soon, they shared a knowing smile.

Seems like revealing it now would get drowned in the big shots’ saliva.

But will Zhang Fan lose?

This seems a bit uncertain.

Of course, they wouldn’t clarify now.

Anyway, neither Long Aotian nor Olicodo concerns them.

For now, all they need is to enjoy the drama.

Anything else will depend on Zhang Fan and William Dante’s performance.

Felix’s group heard this and got interested!

Just bought some elixirs for research? Alchemy is simple?

Damn, such a moron, Long Aotian trusts him?

Hehe, it’d be entertaining if Long Aotian loses.

Meanwhile, Ernes’s face also broke into a grin!

He took the document, read it, and patted Olicodo’s shoulder: "Just go ahead, I’m here."

He glanced at Long Aotian, his face full of mockery.

Frandor, he knows very well.

In their France, Frandor’s alchemy talent is well recognized.

Becoming Frandor’s apprentice, William Dante’s talent must be exceptional too.

How can a small fry who only researched elixirs compare?

Long Aotian is bound to lose this time.

At the same time, he turned to Felix’s group: "Everyone, please witness together."

Felix’s group nodded.

Anyhow, they aren’t the ones losing an arm.

Moreover, if Long Aotian loses, they’d be delighted.

Qi Gathering Level masters are indeed true powerhouses.

They are the backbone of a nation.

If such a person loses an arm, their strength would at least reduce by half.

Hehe, if Long Aotian really loses, they will firmly uphold Olicodo’s rights!

It’s understood without needing to be mentioned.

"Get ready to start!" Ernes said to Olicodo.

He is eager to see Long Aotian cut off his own arm!

"Alright, Lord Ernes, I’m on it! Please wait momentarily," Olicodo replied.

Meanwhile, he said to Long Aotian: "Have your man come, I’ll call William Dante."

Long Aotian coldly smiled, then dialed Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan received the call, sneering: "Senior brother, hold on, I’ll finish eating first. Let them wait a bit!"

"Do what you want, I’ll handle." Long Aotian coldly replied too.

Soon, William Dante came with people carrying bags of herbs, medicine furnace, and other materials.

As he saw Ernes, William Dante excitedly greeted: "Lord Ernes, hello!"

"Hehe, this time, make sure to bring glory to our national team, alright!" Ernes smiled gently. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Rest assured, if I can’t beat a small fry, I’ll kill myself to apologize!" William Dante vowed earnestly.

"Long Aotian, where’s your person?" Ernes suddenly asked.

"What’s the rush? How can he compete not full?" Long Aotian sneered.

"Hehe, alright, no rush, let him have a proper meal," Ernes laughed.

Anyway, today, Long Aotian is sure to lose.

Hearing this, those who’ve seen Zhang Fan eat for five hours trembled.

Not rushed?

Full?

Really, are you joking with us?

Do you know?

Zhang Fan, that bastard, has been eating for five hours!

Five hours, constantly, ghost knows how much longer he’ll eat.

You’re not rushed, but we are.

My stomach is still grumbling meanwhile.

But who dares speak now?

The big shots here could bash your brains just for talking.

So, people stood on the lawn, under moonlight and lamp posts, staring at each other.

Time ticked on, in a blink, half an hour passed.

This very moment, Ernes couldn’t wait anymore.

"Long Aotian, is your person coming or not?"

His voice carried anger!

After half an hour, are you cooking yourself?

Damn, an SS Level small fry dares keep us waiting this long?

"Hehe, didn’t you say no rush? Why panic, do you have hemorrhoids? Can’t stand too long?" Long Aotian taunted.

In an instant, Ernes bristled.