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.

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

The agony was too much to bear, and deep roars

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

on. His body convulsed for a while long

blades as they watched Matthew approaching. One of them

series of clangs filled the air as weapons collided. Sparks flew in all directions with

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

seemed as though it was extracted from a pool of blood. Blood steadily dripped from it. The corpses had the same fatal

carrying a pungent

it made people

Dominic, Leo,

and Lucien seemed to

by a

in their spots

at Matthew. In

eyes on Matthew, unable to look

an unstoppable god of war. The sight filled

med of becoming.

slipped from his hand and hit

making a sharp

over to Dominic and the others. He instructed,