Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

As Matthew lingered in brief contemplation, Redrod Dominic launched another furious assault.

This time, his strength had visibly surged, far surpassing his earlier attempts.

Dominic's body glowed an ominous crimson, his muscles taut with rage, while his eyes burned with unrestrained fury.

Matthew moved with minimal effort, shifting just enough to evade the attack. His calm precision seemed almost effortless.

When Dominic's strike failed yet again, his expression twisted into one of unbridled anger.

"Coward!" Dominic bellowed, his voice reverberating through the arena. "All you do is dodge! Are you too scared to fight me head-on like a real man?"

"Idiot," Orla murmured from her seat among the spectators, her disdain audible despite her soft tone. She observed Dominic's frenzied state with a flicker of amusement.

He had unraveled completely, all because his attacks had missed twice. From her vantage point, it was clear-Dominic had already fallen into Matthew's rhythm and would be at his mercy from this point onward. Matthew's steady voice broke the tension, his words deliberate. "To be honest, your attacks are thoughtless."

The understated remark only stoked Dominic's rage further, his face contorting as he gripped his iron staff with white-knuckled hands.

"As long as I kill you, nothing else matters!" Dominic roared, charging toward Matthew with reckless determination. His movements were wild and desperate, his fury blinding him to reason.

Once again, Matthew sidestepped smoothly, his figure blurring momentarily before reappearing a safe distance away.

Dominic, meanwhile, stumbled forward like a bull charging at shadows, his actions chaotic and futile. He barreled across the arena, his frustration mounting with every missed blow.

Matthew's tranquil gaze hardened, the serenity in his eyes giving way to an icy sharpness. He watched Dominic from a short distance, his lips parting slightly.noveldrama

"As a courtesy, I gave you three free moves earlier," Matthew said, his voice carrying an edge of finality. "Now, it's my turn."

The words were delivered with calm precision, yet they resounded clearly across the arena, silencing the crowd.

"Ah, so that's why Mr. Larden held back earlier," a spectator murmured, realization dawning.

"I never thought he'd be gracious enough to let Dominic take three free strikes," another added.

"That's the composure of a true master."

From his seat, Angus relaxed into a smile, his earlier apprehension replaced with admiration.

"This was his plan all along," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.

Orla's veiled eyes sparkled with understanding as she pieced together

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restraint had not been without purpose. He had waited, carefully biding his time, and now he revealed his band-to leave no doubt in anyone's mind about his superiority.

But what would Matthew do with this newfound authority?

Orla's thoughts churned until a startling possibility struck her.

Could Matthew be planning to...

On the arena floor, Dominic's composure had completely unraveled. His pride, forged through years of dominance, had warped into blind arrogance, and even the title of "Redrod" had become an extension of his ego.

"You dare humiliate me?" Dominic shrieked, his voice breaking under the weight of his fury.

"I'll make you regret it! I'll find your family and make them suffer! Your wife will become the plaything of every-"

Before he could finish his vile threat, Dominic froze mid-sentence.

Matthew's expression had turned glacial, and an overwhelming wave of killing intent surged from him, enveloping the entire arena. It was suffocating, an invisible force that crushed the air from Dominic's lungs.

A primal instinct screamed within Dominic's mind.

Run. Leave now, or you'll die.

Matthew's eyes locked onto him, twin pools of cold determination. At that moment, it became clear-this was no longer a battle. It was a reckoning.

Everyone has a boundary that cannot be crossed, and Dominic had just shattered Matthew's.

For him, that boundary was his wife, Sasha.

"You wanted a direct fight?" Matthew said, his voice low and cutting. "Then I'll oblige."

His words were steady, yet they carried the weight of final judgment. A chilling aura settled over Dominic, freezing him in place. His body refused to obey, no matter how desperately his mind pleaded for escape.

In a heartbeat, Matthew disappeared from view, reappearing directly in front of Dominic.

His hand, pale and flawless like carved jade, moved with deadly precision toward Dominic's chest.

As the hand neared, Dominic's pupils contracted in terror. Every instinct screamed at him to move, to evade the blow, but his limbs felt like stone.

The impact landed squarely, Matthew's palm connecting with unyielding force.

A devastating wave of power exploded outward.

Boom!