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,

too much to bear, and deep roars slipped from

up Lester's blade. He stepped over Lester and started walking toward the rest of the group, who

was being stepped on. His

watched Matthew approaching.

air as weapons collided. Sparks flew in all directions with a figure daring around

didn't take long for the silence to return. A dozen men lay scattered on the ground, while only Matthew

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

a pungent stench of blood

made people

Dominic, Leo,

and Lucien seemed to

frozen by a spell.

in their spots

Matthew.

eyes on Matthew, unable to

stood among the bodies, like an unstoppable god of war. The sight filled his blood with

med of becoming.

Matthew relaxed his grip, the blade slipped from

a

the others. He instructed, "Take care of the bodies and clean up