The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 677

Really? Matthew was taken aback. He never thought Alan was coming for him as well.

Maybe Matthew had taken out too many Eastorians earlier, catching their

attention. He looked even more tense now, knowing more trouble was on the way. But he still felt a rush of excitement kicking in.

Bring it on! Anyone who dared to come at him was going down!

Matthew kept a close watch on Nightwrath sword, staying on guard.

Alan confidently smirked as he saw Matthew's cautious stance and scoffed. "The people you took down were all weaklings. They wouldn't be considered fighters at Whitewick Brook, let alone Eastoria. I'll show you what a true martial artist is."

Upon finishing his sentence, Alan swung Nightwrath sword in a diagonal slash. The sword flashed through the air, stopping just an inch in front of a potted plant.

With a woosh, the slash sent out a gust of wind, sending two leaves fluttering down.

longsword known as one of the five

reputation like that was no ordinary one. Nightwrath sword had something

making his whole body loosen up. But at any moment, he could unleash formidable

young blood. And you? I only need two strikes to take you down." After taking a firm stance, Alan wielded his sword with both hands as he closed in on Matthew. The latter retreated

snickered. "Relax. It'll just take two hits to finish you off at most. I'm quick with my sword. It's so fast that you won't even feel a thing." Matthew spotted a broom leaning by the doorway and grabbed it as he kept backing up. He didn't stop

of footsteps echoed from a short distance away. With a man closing in on Wendy, she

she eagerly ran up to him. "Someone stopped me at the entrance, and I can't get

sword in his hand. "Look at what he's holding. He can't even protect himself. How is he going to save

was wielding, her face went as

while Alan was armed with a sword. Going up against a sword with a broom?

hopes were crushed in an instant. "C-can't you pick something else like a

he died, she would've

forward, Alan moved in on Matthew. "When it comes to the Swiftblade Division of Dunkelwald, no one can make it past the second strike. You might not even last through my first attack, but at least it's an honor to die by my