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?"

the corpses fall on the ground, Ethan was

but that's still not enough. It's been a while since

and

rested his

Ethan's presence grew more

steps apart. As they moved closer, they were only one step away from being within each other's range of attack. Hardly anyone was still watching.

closing between them, Harold feared that Matthew would be defeated in the next moment. Seeing that Matthew had no weapon, Mason picked up a stick from the ground and ran toward Matthew. "You'll be at a disadvantage without

yet, Ethan had a blade, but Mason

forward and swiftly

his blade. Only then did he realize Matthew was already

back into the sheath. The partially drawn blade was gradually returned to its sheath, inch by inch. Ethan clenched his teeth and exerted all his strength to draw his blade. With a

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

hesitation, Ethan threw his blade away and hurled a punch toward Matthew. A cold glint flickered,

his wound, his expression contorted in pain.