The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 203

A dozen burly men heard the order and slowly spread out. Seeing that a fight was about to break out, the onlookers quickly backed away in fear. Nobody wanted to get caught in the crossfire. How did Ethan dare to threaten to make Matthew kneel? Matthew clenched his fists. First, Ethan took his herbs, and now he demanded him to drop to his knee.

All of a sudden, Matthew exuded an intense presence and a fierce killing intent. Mathew slowly walked up to Ethan and ignored the burly men closing in on him as if they weren't there. With a look of contempt, Ethan remarked, "Think you can take me on? Not a chance."

As Ethan finished his sentence, the burly men charged toward Matthew, surrounding him.

Matthew rushed toward them. With quick and agile movements, he delivered punches in quick succession, leaving many afterimages of his attacks in the air.

When Matthew came to a halt, the burly men behind him stood still as if they had been turned into stone statues.

His opponents were all motionless. A gust of wind swept through them, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Matthew continued walking toward Ethan, his words sounding like they came from hell. "You want me to get on my knees?"

on the ground,

pretty impressive, but that's still not enough. It's been a while since I drew my blade. I'll show you

his car and slowly opened

slowly rested his right hand on it and

every step forward, Ethan's presence grew more intense

until they were just four steps apart. As they moved closer, they were only one step away from being within each other's range of attack.

next moment. Seeing that Matthew had no weapon, Mason picked

about to break out. Worse yet, Ethan had a blade, but Mason still rushed over. He hurriedly stopped Mason.

and swiftly

when he was halfway through drawing his blade. Only then did he realize Matthew was

partially drawn blade was gradually returned to its

horrified by Matthew's immense strength. He couldn't even unsheathe his blade

and hurled a punch toward Matthew. A cold glint flickered, and blood splattered.

expression contorted in pain. "How did