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!"

Romero was invincible. How could

with desperation as they struggled to reconcile the image

the group, one of the younger 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 us if Dominic dies?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chaotic murmurs like

between disbelief and shock. Speaking such words felt almost sacrilegious, but

question,"

his tone

calculated. "You've seen what

means for us? Do you really think Matthew would spare us after this? If

fell into a heavy silence as the gang members exchanged uneasy glances. The truth in his words was undeniable, no matter how bitter. If Dominic were to die, their enemies would waste no time capitalizing on their vulnerability. "But who can we turn to now?" one of the men finally asked, his voice tinged with despair. "We were one of the

Shaun?" another suggested

The young

"Shaun's situation is no better than ours. If we go 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. That's not

another voice challenged, irritation creeping into

of the arena, his