The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 522 Dallas spoke, putting pressure on Matthew. With every step he took, his presence grew more and more intimidating.

Standing at the side, Sebastian noticed Matthew kept backing away. He felt his heart jump up to his throat. If Matthew were to die here, he could forget about rescuing Theo since he'd die here as well.

Seeing that Sebastian and Matthew weren't leaving, Cassidy grew even more anxious and urged. "Why are you still standing there? He's going to kill you for real. You both are going to die."

Cassidy seemed to recall something horrible and burst into tears. Her voice was filled with fear. Matthew took another step back. His eyes grew sharper as he fixed his gaze on Dallas.

Dallas took a deep breath before yelling, "I'm going to take you down with one hit today!"

Upon finishing his words, Dallas inched closer. Matthew backed into the wall with no more room to move.

A cold gleam flashed in Dallas' eyes as he roared, "Tempest Draw!"

As the words left his mouth, Dallas' muscles tensed up at once. He unleashed his full strength, and his hand darted quickly to the handle.

Suddenly, he felt his hand shake as he grabbed the hilt. Then, his right hand moved through the usual motion and formed a fist.

Where was the blade? Dallas' hand came to a familiar spot, but his hand grasped nothing. Looking down, he realized it was empty. The blade was gone.

wall rang out behind him, followed by a clatter as the Apex Blade fell to the

Dallas exclaimed, "How did you

soon as Matthew won. Then, he

and indifferently remarked, "Did you shout 'Tempest Draw'? Draw

his blade, so how would he draw it? It was

you defeat my Tempest Draw? That's impossible. Tempest Draw is

weapon ready. As you

Dallas had spent 30 years perfecting Tempest Draw, and it was being called amateur. He felt his

with anger and shame. Gritting his

one hand in

blade, I can still fight with

suddenly shouted. "Fuck

motion, Matthew raised his right

foot came down hard on

dropped to

walking over