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.

challenged a force far beyond his comprehension, and that arrogance

stood at the center of the arena. His white robe, so pristine against the darkened stage, made

air.

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

lights as they fanned out, taking control of every corner of the arena. Guns, sleek and menacing, were aimed

someone murmured in disbelief, their

through the audience, sharp

gracefully from her seat. Her calm, unhurried movements drew the attention of everyone in

name

serene, the air around her

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

Orla remained still, her expression composed, exuding an

returned to her, drawn by

he dropped to one knee before

he announced, his voice clear

in a thunderous chorus. "Greetings,

the crowd. All eyes were fixed on Orla as she slowly

features were stunning, her beauty striking yet imbued

calm yet firm. "The Governor's Keep declares Dominic of the Viper Crew guilty of heinous

with determination as she continued. "From this day forward, the life-and-death arena will be shut down and repurposed as a

piercing eyes landed on the surviving members of the Viper Crew, her silent scrutiny cutting deeper than words. The gang members exchanged nervous glances, as though the very weight

the Viper Crew have any objections?" Orla asked

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