Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3499 This Can't Be!

With a sudden, explosive movement, Dominic grabbed a bloodstained iron staff from the side. His muscles rippled as raw power surged through his body, and in the blink of an eye, he blurred into motion, charging directly at Matthew. "Looks like Dominic's angry now-he's about to use his killing move!" someone in the crowd whispered.

"Right, and look at the bloodstained staff he's holding," another voice added. "That's the weapon he's named after. It was once a black staff, but after countless killings, it's become stained red with blood."

The sound of the iron staff slicing through the air was sharp and menacing. With overwhelming force, Dominic aimed a crushing blow at Matthew's midsection.

But Matthew didn't budge. He stood perfectly still, his gaze locked on the staff as it hurtled toward him.

"Why isn't Matteo dodging?" someone in the crowd whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Is he just a paper tiger, all talk and no action? Has he been intimidated by Dominic's attack?" another voice questioned.

"Shut up! Don't you dare insult Matteo!" Angus, seated in the audience, overheard the comments. His face flushed with anger, and he stood, glaring at those who had spoken.

The hecklers, ready to retort, froze when they saw who was reprimanding them. It was none other than Angus, the influential head of the mining market. They fell silent, muttering under their breath instead of continuing the argument. "Look! You guys, look!" someone exclaimed, their voice laced with excitement.

did Dominic's staff completely miss Matteo?"

which had seemed impossible to avoid, swept

sigh, a touch of admiration in her tone. Moments ago, it had appeared

Toliver's gaze deepened with concern. The man who had once spent three hundred thousand on an unprofitable mine-what was

turned to him, her

your time overthinking them." She paused, letting her words sink in. "All

straightened, his expression serious. "Yes, Miss," he replied

completely in the arena. His twisted grin gave way to

have been his-he should have been in

flicker of something darker crossed his features. He had

his teeth, a

when his

brushed against it. Without

mouth. The taste

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