The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 504 A group of more than ten burly men exuded thick murderous intent. When they heard Dominic proclaim himself to be the second in the army, they exchanged a few glances among each other.

One of them, who wielded a blade, took a step forward.

Seeing the confidence in Dominic's expression, the man shook his head. "Your dad is a Brigadier in the military, and your grandpa holds an even higher position, Dominic. But just a heads-up, this isn't a military sparring match."

Upon hearing that, Dominic furrowed his brows. The last thing he wanted was people bringing up his father and grandfather. He had worked hard to get to where he was today.

However, many folks were convinced that Dominic rode on his father's and grandfather's coattails, dismissing his skill and the effort he'd put in.

Dominic was caught off guard when he saw who it was. "It was you!"

That burly man was Lester Hudson. Dominic was once his opponent in the military tournament.

Lester wielded a blade in his right hand, his eyes brimming with killing intent. "Yes. It's me."

calling it a blade wasn't accurate. It closely resembled a triple-edged dagger,

had three. It was typically used post-battle to finish off the surviving enemies and

held his blade tightly. The air surrounding him

the mountain with no connections, but there's no need to throw shade at

you down in one minute. I won fair and square, not because of Dad or

smirked. "My family lives in the mountains, Dominic. My parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents are all farmers. I know

can't afford to mess with you. If I defeat you, my future will

thinking I can't beat you,

dumbfounded for

come across shameless folks and people who love to glorify

you

you lost on