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.

beyond

darkened stage, made him look almost otherworldly, like a figure from

air.

the tension. "The Governor's Keep is taking control

fanned out, taking control of every corner of the arena.

disbelief, their voice trembling.

the audience, sharp

woman rose gracefully from her seat. Her

name was

appeared serene, the air around her seemed

nervously, tugging at his companion's sleeve. "Sit

remained still, her expression composed, exuding an

the arena, but they inevitably returned to her, drawn by her calm yet commanding demeanor. Another figure soon joined Orla-Toliver, clad in military attire that emphasized his

he dropped

he announced, his voice clear and

soldiers echoed his words in a thunderous chorus. "Greetings,

fixed on Orla as she slowly lifted her

features were stunning, her beauty striking yet imbued with an

across the room, her voice rang out, calm yet firm. "The Governor's Keep

she continued. "From this day forward, the life-and-death arena will be

of the Viper Crew, her silent scrutiny cutting deeper than words.

the Viper Crew have any objections?" Orla

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