The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 507 When the blade was drawn, it reflected the glaring headlights of the cars as it headed straight toward Matthew's neck.

A loud thud suddenly rang out. Lester felt like he was hit by a truck with his figure knocked back ten feet. Then, he hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.

A footprint had been imprinted on his chest. Sharp bone fragments ripped through his skin and clothes like blades and bloodied white bone stuck out.

Lester clenched his teeth in immense pain and stared at Mathew in shock. "You couldn't even handle Dominic, right? How did this happen?"

Besides Lester, Dominic was even more surprised as he gaped at Matthew. How did Lester lose? That should be impossible.

Leo and Lucien had their jaws dropped. They were convinced that Matthew was a goner and had already pulled out their phones to report the situation to Brad.

Right when they had just taken out their phone, Matthew had already defeated Lester in one single blow.

The dozen or so people behind Lester were flabbergasted with their eyes wide open. They were stupefied by the unexpected turn of events.

Matthew slowly made his way toward Lester. "That was just Dominic's haughty assumption."

Lester was still in disbelief. "I wielded a blade, and you're bare-handed. How did you manage to defeat me?"

Matthew coldly remarked, "You're too weak, so you don't even deserve an explanation."

Lester's face was as white as a sheet. He thought Matthew wasn't in his league. Little did he know, the real weakling was himself. To make matters worse, he wasn't even worth Matthew's time to explain anything to him.

wound on his chest with his body shaking violently. Blood spilled from his mouth, and his eyes looked like they

too much to bear, and

Lester and crouched to pick up Lester's blade. He stepped over Lester and

was being stepped on. His body convulsed for a while

soldiers held their blades as they watched Matthew

Matthew. A series of clangs filled the air as weapons collided. Sparks flew in all directions with a figure daring around in the chaotic

to return. A dozen men lay scattered on the ground, while only Matthew remained

pool of blood. Blood steadily dripped from it. The corpses had the same fatal wound in their throat.

them, carrying a pungent stench of

it made

Dominic, Leo,

and Lucien seemed to

frozen by a spell. They

in their spots

Matthew. In

glued his eyes on Matthew, unable to

in his hand, Matthew stood among the bodies, like an unstoppable god of war. The sight filled his blood with adrenaline. This was

med of becoming.

Matthew relaxed his grip, the blade slipped

a

heading over to Dominic and the others. He