Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3534 Arrogance

Matthew's calm voice echoed through the arena, reaching every corner of the vast space. All eyes were fixed on the iron blade in his hand, disbelief etched across their faces.

"Is he serious?"

"He actually said he'd defeat Deathcarver with a blade."

"Is this guy out of his mind, or is he just plain arrogant?"

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Their voices carried nothing but ridicule and scorn for Matthew's audacious declaration. To them, his actions were no different from courting death.

Across from Matthew, Deathcarver's body trembled slightly-not with fear, but with excitement. In just a few words, Matthew had pinpointed all of his flaws. So, how could Deathcarver not feel a surge of anticipation when facing such an opponent?

Beneath the wide brim of his straw hat, Deathcarver's eyes gleamed with a chilling light as they locked onto Matthew. His hands slowly moved to the hilts of the two blades at his waist.

Shing!

The metallic hum of blades leaving their sheaths resonated through the arena. In his left hand, Deathcarver held a short blade almost two feet long. His right hand gripped a longer blade, nearly four feet in length.

then... I look forward to this

toward Matthew. His right hand swung the long blade in a sweeping arc, its edge flashing with cold light as it slashed toward

passed through Deathcarver's eyes. Someone like him... could've been a kindred spirit. But if I don't kill him, I'll be the one lying dead

blade came toward him. At the last moment, the three-inch iron knife in his hand struck the center of the long blade's edge. The clash

success in the Death Arena came

forward, the short blade aimed directly at Matthew's

Clang!

rang against steel. Deathcarver staggered back a step, his footing

fight."

strikes, Deathcarver himself would be at a disadvantage. Hís technique, designed for short, decisive battles, allowed no room for prolonged combat. Each of his three strikes grew progressively more lethal, culminating in

for his

guy doesn't end up in

Only a handful of people have ever survived Deathcarver's last

crossed his blades, forming an X. His eyes never left Matthew as every muscle

"Final Cleave!"

of the technique was as straightforward as its purpose either the opponent died, or Deathcarver

the iron knife, his voice calm as he spoke. Three strikes... Not one of