Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3347 The Breaking Point

Matthew had not experienced such a thrilling battle in quite some time.

His fighting spirit surged within him, propelling him forward with an intensity that felt almost electric.

He relentlessly pressed the attack against Pontus, forcing him to the brink of his limits. At that moment, Matthew had unleashed only seventy percent of his strength, reserving the rest for a climactic showdown.

He aimed to push Pontus into the advanced grandmaster level, a transformation that would elevate their duel into something truly remarkable.

Beneath Matthew's unyielding assault, Pontus' body gradually turned purple and bruised, a testament to the fierce exchange of blows. Yet, rather than falter, his gaze sharpened, growing ever more intense with determination. The aura emanating from him transformed into something utterly terrifying, a palpable force that promised danger.

"This move is called 'Overlord of the Heavens," Pontus declared, finally focusing all his energy on this singular strike. A powerful surge of energy enveloped his fist, radiating strength and intent. With this punch, he would break through to the advanced grandmaster level. "I shall accept your kindness," he added, his voice steady and resolute. His fist sliced through the curtain of rain, hurtling toward Matthew with relentless speed.

Matthew's face lit up with a grin as he exclaimed, "Now that's the kind of punch that packs a punch!"

Both warriors shared a knowing smile, an acknowledgment of the gravity of their duel. Matthew fully unleashed the twelve techniques of mixed martial arts, abandoning any restraint, and channeling all of his energy into the fight.

this moment, Pontus stood as the only opponent capable of compelling a grandmaster like Matthew to truly open his eyes to the depths of

that cracked the ground beneath them

his path. If he could break through this final threshold, he

spat out

poison within him. Forcing himself to draw on this energy only exacerbated the poison coursing through his veins. He realized

his retreat flashed in Pontus' mind. He recalled how, for thirty years, he had consumed just one piece annually, mostly surviving on

box of compressed

perhaps the biscuits themselves had been made from

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been for his

the advanced grandmaster level today, he might never have discovered

give it to you..." Pontus murmured to himself, grappling with why Glaucus

fervent determination. "Today, even if I must die, I will ascend to the advanced grandmaster level!" he vowed. He channeled his qi, disregarding the poison, fusing all his strength to surge around the

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