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

long blade in a sweeping arc, its edge flashing with cold light as it slashed

eyes. Someone like him... could've been a kindred spirit. But if I don't kill him,

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, numbing his grip. His expression shifted as he felt the sting in his hand—the skin between his thumb and forefinger had begun

in the Death Arena came down to

the short blade aimed directly at Matthew's chest. Matthew's iron knife

Clang!

against steel. Deathcarver staggered back a step, his footing

have one last strike-the one that always ends the fight." Deathcarver's voice

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

for his

that guy doesn't end

handful of people

an X. His eyes never left Matthew as every muscle beneath his straw cloak bulged, channeling every ounce of

"Final Cleave!"

of the technique was as straightforward as its purpose

he spoke. Three strikes... Not one of yours carried any real momentum. Let me show you what