The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 130

"You know the Serpent's Strike?" A hint of surprise crossed lan's eyes. "You're quite knowledgeable. Still, a loser like you isn't worth my time. You've messed with the wrong person. You won't get off lightly today!" lan grinned, resembling a tiger that was ready to devour its prey.

Anger flared in Matthew's eyes. Ian's threat did anger him, but he was even more furious about something more significant.

"Ancient martial artists aren't allowed to attack ordinary people without cause. Aren't you afraid of going against the rules?"

"Afraid?" lan closed in on Matthew. He continued nonchalantly, "Why should I be? The one who set the rules is long dead. No one cares about the rules anymore."

As he spoke, he suddenly lunged at Matthew, aiming his middle knuckle at Matthew's eyes.

Matthew's eyes glinted. He'd likely end up blind if lan's punch got him in the eye. lan was undeniably ruthless.

The fist was about to land on Matthew's face when his leg shot out, delivering a kick to lan's stomach. A loud, dull noise sounded.

lan was instantly sent flying three yards away at a speed even faster than when he charged at Matthew earlier. He collapsed to the ground with a deafening thud, sending a cloud of dust scattering in the air.

ended a civilian with just a single punch. Little did they expect him to be kicked

his car, eager to

propelled into the

Matthew. Disbelief filled his eyes as he sputtered, "How... How is this possible? You defeated me in one move. Are

sent you?"

hauled

mind. I was careless earlier. So what if you're an ancient martial artist? I

in the arena. He was confident that he could take Matthew down

lan was about to strike again, Matthew stared at him and remained rooted in

to be a sitting duck waiting

a yard away from him, he aimed his right fist, at Matthew's eyes. Halfway through his attack, he abruptly withdrew his fist and

was two inches

When he collapsed his chest was visibly punctured by a fraction of his sternum. Blood gushed out of Kis wound, staining his clothes red in mere

stared at Matthew. "What... What level

"Strong? I don't think so. I'm just an ordinary person. You're just

"Why, you!"