World's Strongest Martial Warrior

He raised his head slightly and saw Moshe Weaver walking out of the Pill Hall aggressively.    

Beside Moshe Weaver.    

There was also a young man in his late twenties.    

The young man had a dignified appearance, a proud expression on his face, and a thin figure.    

He wore a gorgeous white robe, and a silver badge with five stars embedded in it hung on his chest!    

This young man was surprisingly a fifth-grade grandmaster apothecary!    

"Holy f * ck! Who is this fellow? He's already a fifth-grade grandmaster apothecary at such a young age."    

"He's Adan Weaver, one of the few alchemy geniuses in Dragon Country. He's also one of the most popular figures in this year's Pill Refining Conference."    

"A fifth-grade great alchemist who is not even twenty-five years old. This is too strong."    

Looking at the white-clothed young man, many people in the surroundings couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.    

Peter Parker didn't pay attention to the discussions in the surroundings, nor did he pay attention to the aggressive Moshe Weaver.    

He picked up the pen in front of him and started registering.    

"Deacon Han, this person's origin is unknown. I suspect that he has another motive for coming to Pill Hall. You can't let him participate in the Pill Refining Conference!"    

Seeing that Peter Parker had actually ignored his existence, Moshe Weaver's eyes could not help but flash with anger.    

He rushed forward and shouted at the middle-aged man who was in charge of registration.    

Moshe Weaver had been domineering in Ancestral Dragon City for so many years. Almost no one had ever dared to humiliate him like Peter Parker.    

Didn't this kid want to participate in the Alchemist Grand Meeting?    

Then he would first stir up the matter of this kid participating in the Pill Refining Assembly!    

He wanted to torture this kid to death bit by bit, and bring back ten times the humiliation he suffered today from this kid.    

Deacon Han looked at Moshe Weaver who was rushing over, and could not help frowning slightly.    

He looked at Adan Weaver who seemed to have tacitly approved of Moshe Weaver's action behind him, and could not help but sigh in his heart.    

Perhaps he wouldn't take Moshe Weaver's words to heart.    

However, he had to give face to Adan Weaver.    

This man was one of the top geniuses of the Weaver family's younger generation. His talent in the Dao of alchemy could be considered monstrous.    

Let's not talk about anything else.    

Just his status as a fifth-grade great alchemist was enough to make him lose his footing in the Pill Hall.    

Deacon Han took a deep breath, then looked at Peter Parker and said faintly, "Kid, you don't meet the requirements to participate in the Alchemist Grand Meeting. Please leave this place immediately."    

"I haven't even registered my information. How do you know that I don't meet the requirements to participate in the competition?"    

Peter Parker's face turned cold. "Not to mention... you are a deacon in charge of registration, what qualifications do you have to let me leave?"    

"Kid... The Dragon Country Pill Refining Conference can only be attended by a tier three alchemist below the age of 25."    

"Furthermore, any participant must present a recommendation letter from the various Alchemist Associations or fifth-grade alchemists."    

"You are a person of unknown origin. What qualifications do you have to participate in the Pill Refining Conference?"    

Deacon Han's gaze turned cold as he sternly shouted at Peter Parker.    

Since this kid had offended the two brothers from the Weaver family, he couldn't allow this kid to participate in the Pill Refining Assembly no matter what!    

"Grade three alchemist, I am."    

Peter Parker expressionlessly took out a Grade three Alchemist Badge.    

Then...    

He pointed to Melville Seymour beside him. "I have the recommendation of a tier five and above alchemist grandmaster too!"    

Peter Parker raised his head and stared at Deacon Han. He said coldly, "Now... I should be qualified to participate in the Alchemist Grand Meeting, right?"    

He looked at the Alchemist Badge in Peter Parker's hand and the sixth-grade alchemy master Melville Seymour beside him.    

Deacon Han's expression instantly became incomparably gloomy.