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.

the sound of a blade hitting the wall rang out behind him, followed by a clatter as the Apex Blade fell to the floor. Dallas was flabbergasted,

fluttering of Matthew's right pant leg, Dallas

to them, Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Matthew won.

ignored Dallas' question and indifferently remarked, "Did

blade, so how would he draw it? It was nothing

defeat my Tempest Draw? That's impossible. Tempest Draw is the fastest technique in warrior combat. How could you possibly

since ancient times, you always have your weapon ready. As you keep your weapon sheathed, you're simply asking for

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

face flushed with anger and shame. Gritting

hand in front and

I can still

suddenly shouted.

swift motion, Matthew raised his right leg over Dallas and brought

of his foot came down hard on Dallas'

Dallas dropped to the

Matthew walking over with the