Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3501 A Single Strike

Redrod Dominic's body was hurled backward with astonishing force as Matthew's palm struck him squarely in the chest. The impact sent him crashing into the wall of the arena, unleashing a dense cloud of dust that momentarily obscured the scene.

"What... what just happened?"

"Did Redrod Dominic just get thrown like that with a single blow?"

"How could Matthew's strength be so terrifying?"

The stunned members of the Viper Crew froze where they stood, their gazes locked on Matthew, who remained as still and imposing as a mountain. Their leader-Dominic-had been effortlessly tossed aside, a man once feared and revered, was now reduced to a broken figure.

The thought crept into their minds like a shadow: Was he even still alive?

As the dust settled, Dominic's form slowly came into view, sprawled on the ground in a heap. His once-commanding presence was gone, replaced by a pitiful sight that made the onlookers recoil.

His body was limp, like a marionette with its strings severed, his lips painted with the crimson streaks of fresh blood. Each breath he took was shallow and strained, as if clinging to life by the thinnest thread. "This... this can't be real!"

How could he end

broke out among the Viper Crew. Their voices were edged with desperation as they struggled to reconcile the

gang members tightened his fists, a flicker of anger lighting his eyes. He was the same subordinate whom Dominic had beaten mercilessly just hours

to happen to us if Dominic dies?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chaotic murmurs like

shock. Speaking such words felt almost sacrilegious, but the unspoken fear that gripped them all made

fair question," the young

his tone

calculated. "You've seen what

for us? Do you

no matter how bitter. If Dominic were to die, their enemies would waste no time capitalizing on their vulnerability. "But who

Shaun?" another suggested

The young man rejected

to him, we'll be nothing more than cannon fodder. His men will resent us, and we'll end up discarded when we're no longer useful.

what's your brilliant plan?" another voice challenged, irritation creeping

young man's gaze shifted to Matthew, who stood at the center of the arena, his figure tall