Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 2232

Everyone was concentrating intently on their work with the medicine cauldron when a faint scent suddenly filled the room.

Tens of thousands of onlookers were able to smell it as well.

"What's that smell? It smells so good!"

"Yeah, I can smell it too. And after smelling it for a while, I experience an odd sense of relaxation."

"I smell it too, and I'm feeling sleepy…Yawn!"

This person couldn't help but yawn as they spoke.

At this moment, the judge on the scene immediately sensed something was off.

"This is…The fragrance of incapacitation!"

It was already too late when the competitors who were focused on competing became aware of the situation at hand.

Their movements naturally slowed as a result of their drowsiness. In an instant, a muffled sound came from the medicine cauldron in front of them.

This batch of medicinal materials had failed in refinement, as evidenced by the continuous muffled sound heard at the scene.

The one chance they had to get it wrong had already been used.

When they regained consciousness, they discovered that the Emsgate participants, who were originally their teammates, not only did not assist them.

Instead, they were the ones who concocted this fragrance of incapacitation with nearly a hundred people in the organization, indicating the scale of their operation.

"Are you crazy? If I fail, don't even think about advancing."

According to the competition's rules, if even one team member failed, the entire team would be disqualified.

Hearing their angry questioning, the participants who were refining the fragrance of incapacitation sneered.

"Hahaha! It doesn't matter. I don't have a chance to win anyway. By eliminating all of you, the champion will naturally be a master from our Land of Divinity."

"What's the point of showing off? Is the Shrewsdon Valley Sect so great? Do you think you're all that? Why don't you find the last batch of medicinal materials with this free time instead?"

At this point, Roland was in despair. He couldn't understand why the two weren't convinced even though he had made it clear.

His anxiety grew as he watched the seconds tick by.

"Please, I beg you two. Let's just settle for twenty-one batches. We won't have enough time if we keep doing this."

"No, we must find this last batch; otherwise, we will not continue with the refinement."

Roland was on the verge of a breakdown as he listened to their response.

"What the hell! Are you guys suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder?" He asked, frustrated and exhausted.

Suddenly, he sniffed and exclaimed, "This is bad. Everyone, be careful! It's the fragrance of incapacitation."

Following that, Roland, like Matthew, pulled out a few of the many medicinal herbs and threw them directly into the fire.