Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2730 Penetrating The Enemy's Core

After half an hour of relentless combat, both factions had depleted their ammunition, leading to brutal hand-to-hand confrontations. Despite being outnumbered, Solon's forces launched a powerful assault, demonstrating impressive momentum.

In the midst of the savage battle, the ground was littered with lifeless bodies, and the surrounding seawater turned a grim shade of crimson, filled with dismembered limbs.

As Matthew shielded Solon, they fought their way deep into the enemy's stronghold. While Solon appeared vulnerable compared to the Crown Prince and Matthew, he led a group of martial arts disciples capable of defeating lower-level adversaries. However, their numerical disadvantage was becoming increasingly evident.

While fending off the Keller Family's subordinates and staying close to Matthew, Solon suddenly felt a numbing sensation in his limbs. The count of his kills had blurred, possibly thirty or fifty, leaving his body soaked in blood. Fortunately, Matthew's vigilant protection had kept him unscathed.

"Matthew, I'm spent. I can't keep this up!" Solon was overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of enemies, and his despair deepened. "D*mn it! I might not survive this. Why did you drag me into this?" Regret gnawed at him as he reflected on his impulsive decision to infiltrate the enemy's core, a choice that now threatened his life.

"Without you, how can I justify my actions under the pretense of protection? Are you oblivious or something?"

Solon's fatigue, Matthew was entirely composed, having his reasons for bringing Solon along. As an outsider, he understood that the affairs within

accompanying him, the situation was different. Matthew could claim that he was merely safeguarding Solon, and others wouldn't have grounds to object. Essentially, Solon was nothing more than a pawn

Matthew murmured to himself, "It's about

him, Solon

of yourself, and hang

wave of pressure enveloping him. "D*mn it, at least give me a warning!" With that,

similar predicament. The indomitable royal aura swept across the entire

and nine metal needles shot out like

an oppressive pressure on his throat,

driven by kindness, but rather the activation of the Desmares Ghost Mask, which indiscriminately affected everyone nearby. Given Solon's fragile state, he might not withstand

remarked, "Solon, you're quite