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Ethan Smith lay in the taxi, seemingly having not a single ounce of strength in his body.
Just now, he had used all his strength to climb into the taxi.
“It’s a pity I didn’t kill him.” Ethan’s eyes were filled with a cold glint.
For those who wanted to harm him, Ethan would have no mercy, otherwise they might come back at any time.
“I never expected that the consumption of the Saintly Body Skill would be so huge. I must use it as little as possible in the future,” Ethan thought to himself.
The car finally arrived at the hotel.
After such a long journey, Ethan’s strength still did not recover.
Out of helplessness, Ethan asked the taxi driver to carry him to the bed.
Ethan lying on the bed couldn’t help feeling worried.
“I don’t know if I can recover by tomorrow.” Ethan spoke gloomily.
The Traditional Medicine Conference would take place tomorrow. If his body could not recover by then, it would indeed be troublesome.
After returning home, Keith Moore fell into deep thought.
He couldn’t figure out how an Inner Strength Master had managed to win against him by overcoming such a large class difference.
At this moment, Keith was somewhat conflicted deep in his heart.
Because he knew very well that Ethan had won against him only with the help of the Saintly Body Skill.
If he had intentions to kill before the Saintly Body Skill had been displayed, then Ethan would have had no chance of winning.
But what if he failed? If he failed to kill Ethan, he would be trapped in a deadly situation in the future.
After much deliberation, Keith eventually decided not to take the risk.
“What a pity.” Keith played with the Ganoderma in his hand, feeling a bit distressed.
He had only just obtained this Ganoderma, but now he had to give it back.
Meanwhile, Elder Hansen had been brought to the Nicholson family’s residence.
Elder Hansen’s face was gloomy, and his heart was full of sorrow.
“Mr. Tenny Nicholson, Ethan… he won’t be in any trouble, will he…?” Elder Hansen looked at Ashton Nicholson.
Ashton opened his mouth to speak but said nothing. However, the look on his face revealed his thoughts.
“An Inner Strength Master can’t possibly escape from Keith Moore’s hands…” Ashton finally sighed.
“IS tnere any way to save mm…f” Elder Hansen asKea unwillingly.
Ashton shook his head and said, “Keith Moore is an old, established
Grandmaster. Even the Nicholson family does not want to provoke him.”
Elder Hansen couldn’t help feeling a wave of heartache. He lay in bed, his aged face full of grief.
“Mr. Hansen, rest early.” Ashton nodded to Elder Hansen, and then left the room.
How could Elder Hansen sleep? He lay in bed, his heart filled with sorrow.
Early the next morning, the Traditional Medicine Conference began.
Ashton prepared breakfast for Elder Hansen, but Elder Hansen was preoccupied and couldn’t eat.
“Elder Hansen, what’s wrong?” Ashton casually asked.
Elder Hansen suddenly put down his chopsticks and stood up, saying, “Mr.
Tenny, can you take me to the Traditional Medicine Conference?”
Ashton frowned, “The Traditional Medicine Conference?”
Elder Hansen nodded and said, “It was originally Mr. Smith’s to attend. Since
Mr. Smith has had an accident, I will take his place!”
Ashton was silent for a moment, and then replied, “Alright, I’ll take you. Finish your meal first.”
After they finished eating, Ashton drove Elder Hansen personally to the site of the Traditional Medicine Conference.
By then, all the contestants had already arrived, and Dorian Dawson was sitting in the judge’s seat, beaming with joy.
Elder Hansen walked slowly into the venue with heavy steps.
Upon seeing Elder Hansen, someone joked, “Yo, Elder Hansen, where is Ethan Smith from River City? Why didn’t he come?”
Elder Hansen ignored the comment, saying nothing as he walked heavily to the conference venue.
Soon, Dorian Dawson noticed Elder Hansen’s figure.
Seeing Elder Hansen all alone, Dorian’s smile grew a few degrees more radiant.
He stood up and walked towards Elder Hansen, his huge body blocking Elder Hansen’s path.
Elder Hansen looked up at Dorian and his brows furrowed slightly.
“Old man Hansen, where’s Ethan Smith? Why didn’t he come?” Dorian asked knowingly.
Elder Hansen stared at Dorian in front of him with a dark face, and said, “Mr.
Smith has something to do, so I’m replacing him.”
“He’s busy?” Dorian couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Is he busy or already dead?” Dorian sneered.
Hearing this, Elder Hansen’s face changed instantly!
He looked up, glaring fiercely at Dorian and shouted, “Was it you who did it?” Dorian was overjoyed. So Ethan Smith was indeed dead!
“Hahaha! Whether it is or isn’t, what can you do about it?” Dorian said playfully.
Elder Hansen clenched his teeth and made a move towards Dorian with his aged fist.
“You heartless villain!” Elder Hansen gritted his teeth, enraged!
But how could the aging Elder Hansen hurt Dorian?
Dorian easily caught Elder Hansen’s arm and said coldly, “You dare to lay a hand on me? Elder Hansen, I hereby announce the cancellation of your qualification to participate!”
“Cancel it if you want; I’ll fight you!” Elder Hansen swung his fist desperately.
“You’re courting death!” Dorian became furious. He raised his hand to slap Elder Hansen!
However, just at that moment, a hand suddenly grabbed Dorian’s wrist! “Attacking an old man, Dorian, are you even fit to be the president?” Ethan Smith was standing right next to him, looking coldly at Dorian..