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.

I look forward

hand swung the long blade in a sweeping arc, its edge flashing

like him... could've been a kindred spirit. But if I don't kill him, I'll be the one

stood still, his expression unchanged as the 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 sent a powerful shockwave up Deathcarver's arm,

Arena came down to one

blade aimed directly at Matthew's chest.

Clang!

steel. Deathcarver staggered back

the fight." Deathcarver's voice was hoarse as

would die. But if the opponent still stood without serious injury after three strikes, Deathcarver himself would be at a disadvantage. Hís technique,

going for

doesn't end up

people have ever survived Deathcarver's last

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

"Final Cleave!"

straightforward as its purpose

Not one of