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.

he had challenged a force far beyond his

against the darkened stage, made him look almost otherworldly, like a figure from a forgotten legend. The oppressive silence among the

air.

"The Governor's Keep is taking

from the Governor's Keep. Their polished weapons gleamed ominously under the lights as they fanned out, taking control of every corner of the arena.

Governor's Keep?" someone murmured in disbelief, their voice trembling. "What

through the audience, sharp

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

Her name was Orla,

serene, the air around her seemed

tugging at his companion's

still, her expression composed,

to her, drawn by her calm yet commanding demeanor. Another figure soon joined Orla-Toliver, clad in

deliberate precision, he dropped to one knee before

Governor!" he announced, his

soldiers echoed his words in a thunderous

the crowd. All eyes were fixed on Orla as she

striking yet imbued

firm. "The Governor's Keep declares Dominic

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

words. The gang members exchanged nervous glances, as though the very weight of her gaze pinned them

have any objections?" Orla

tense pause, one of the gang members stepped forward, his voice trembling. "We