Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3503 The Unveiling

Redrod Dominic stood as pale as a ghost, his complexion drained of all color. His eyes brimmed with despair, wide with the crushing weight of impending doom.

On the elevated platform, one of his own subordinates stood defiantly, though his gaze betrayed raw, unrestrained hatred-hatred born from betrayal and hopeless desperation, fixed unflinchingly on Dominic. Matthew turned his attention back to Dominic, his voice soft, almost like a whisper, yet each word carried a weight that seemed capable of breaking even the strongest resolve.

"Look," Matthew said, his tone laced with a biting edge of quiet mockery. "Even your own men want you dead."

He raised a single finger, pointing it directly at Dominic's trembling figure.

"In your next life," he murmured, his voice cold as steel, "don't bother coming back as a human. You're unworthy."

In an instant, an immense surge of inner energy erupted from Matthew's fingertip.

The air seemed to distort and crackle under its power, and a violent mist of blood erupted where Dominic had stood moments before.

The force obliterated him entirely, leaving behind only a gruesome crimson fog that hung heavily in the air.

By the time the blood mist began to disperse, Matthew had already moved to the far end of the platform, his white robe flowing with almost ethereal grace, as though untouched by the destruction he had wrought. Redrod Dominic-gone.

The blood settled on the arena's dark, red-stained ground, deepening its sinister hue.

For a moment, the crowd sat frozen, silent, and wide-eyed, as if time itself had stopped. Then, the collective reality of what they had just witnessed began to sink in, and unease rippled through the audience like an invisible wave.

What was meant to be a life-and-death duel had been nothing but a cruel farce. Dominic's arrogance had blinded him to the true strength of his opponent.

hubris, he had challenged a force far beyond his comprehension, and that arrogance had cost him

the darkened stage, made him look almost otherworldly, like a

air.

a commanding voice shattered the tension. "The Governor's Keep is taking control of this arena! Nobody is to

Governor's Keep. Their polished weapons gleamed ominously under the lights as they fanned out, taking control of every corner of the arena. Guns, sleek and menacing, were aimed at the crowd, silencing even the faintest whispers of

in disbelief, their

rippled through the audience, sharp

rose gracefully from her seat. Her calm, unhurried movements drew the attention

name was

the air around her seemed to hum

at

expression composed, exuding an almost

gaze shifted toward her, his interest piqued. His eyes briefly flickered to the soldiers encircling the arena, but they inevitably returned to her, drawn by her calm yet commanding demeanor. Another figure soon

deliberate precision, he dropped to one

his voice clear and

in

rippled through the crowd. All eyes were fixed on Orla as she slowly lifted her hand, removing the veil that had obscured

were stunning, her beauty striking yet

calm yet firm. "The Governor's

"From this day forward, the life-and-death arena will be shut down and repurposed as

Viper Crew, her silent scrutiny cutting deeper than words. The gang members exchanged nervous glances, as though the very weight of her gaze pinned them

Crew have any objections?"

stepped forward, his voice trembling. "We support your decision. We...