I Am the Ruler of All

These men really wanted Kingsley to mentor them. They knew Kingsley had mastered the long-lost Gorgion's technique. The
technique could save someone who was an inch away from death and even change their fate. They might not be smart enough
to master that, but if Kingsley was willing to be their mentor, he might just save them when they needed it most. Most of these
juggernauts were at least sixty years old. They would love to live longer if they could. Mr. Ledger's legs were failing him, but if
Kingsley would help him out, he might just regain most of his mobility. Everyone else had the same idea too. They would do
anything just for Kingsley to grant them their request.
Kingsley looked at the men and massaged his forehead. "Why am I not surprised?" he muttered under his breath.
Tristan and Seth were stupefied, and so was everyone else. This was beyond their comprehension. Why did they kneel all of a
sudden? And it's all of them too! These guys are supposed to be the pillars of Cleapolis' ancient healing industry. What are they
doing?
"Mr. Duncan, Mr. Ragland..." Tristan's voice was trembling. "W-Why are you doing this?"
Scott shot him a dangerous glare and roared, "Keep your mouth shut, Professor Zinkleigh! One more insult and we'll make you
pay!"
"That's right!" Blake was the angriest of them all. "You wanna insult Dr. Nicholson? Over my dead body!"
Tristan was at a loss for words. "I-I didn't insult him. H-He threw the first punch."
"So? What do you want? Punch him back?" Blake got up and approached Tristan. "Fine! Punch me then. Right in the face if you
want!" He held Seth by the collar and closed in. "Come on! If you want to punch someone, punch me!"
Seth's legs were trembling. There's no way I can punch you! He looked to Tristan for help, but to his horror, Tristan was not
looking too good either. Blake was not just the president of Cleapolis Acupuncture Society, but he was also the pride and joy of
Old Master Todd. Tristan's career would be destroyed if Old Master Todd came at him for letting Seth punch Blake. Qustia's
medical world would do anything for him if he just said the word. Seth blanched, and he waved his hands. "I-I won't do that, Mr.
Hemsworth. I-I can't..."

"Hmph!" Blake snorted and shoved him away before looking at Tristan. "And you! Still going to look down on Dr. Nicholson?"
"I..." Trisan felt humiliated. There were about thirty doctors in the lobby, and everyone had heard him threaten Kingsley. If he
backed off now, he could never walk with his head held high in Cleapolis' medical industry ever again.
"No answer? Well, let Dr. Nicholson decide then." Blake looked at him coldly and went back to kneel before Kingsley. "What
would you like to do, Dr. Nicholson? We'll do anything. Just say the word. The whole ancient healing industry supports you."
The whole industry supports him? The crowd erupted into a discussion. Wait, so that means Kingsley owns half of Cleapolis'
medical industry now? The Western medical world was divided into a lot of branches, so they could never be as united as the
ancient healing branch of the medical field. If the ancient healing industry came together as one and served a single leader,
Kingsley would be the top doctor in Cleapolis. Everyone was now seeing Kingsley in a different light.
Kingsley did not answer Blake. Instead, he looked at the crowd coldly. "Hm, someone said the professor's students are the
cream of the crop, if I recall. And what else did they say? Oh, yes, that he's the best teacher in Cleapolis?"
Everyone lowered their heads when Kingsley looked at them, and they kept quiet. The guy who said that out loud earlier cursed
himself for his ignorance. All the juggernauts here want to be his students. Tristan is nothing compared to him. Yeah, his
students are the cream of the crop, but these guys here are built different from the crop!