The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 847

Chapter 847

The moment Allen's blade left its sheath would be Matthew's final moment.

Allen gripped the hilt tightly, his muscles tensing up. All he needed was a single thought to unleash the first strike of the Swiftblade Division technique.

He advanced carefully toward Matthew, his presence building with each step. "I need just one strike to kill you!"

As he finished speaking, he had reached striking distance. Suddenly, he shouted, "Kill!"

With a thunderous roar, Allen's muscles tightened. He unleashed tremendous strength as he drew his blade. The gleaming steel caught the light, briefly illuminating the room as if it were daylight.

The light suddenly vanished. The room dimmed again as if a flash of lightning had just struck and disappeared.

When normal lighting resumed, Allen and Matthew stood facing each other. Allen still held the hilt, frozen mid-draw. Matthew remained completely still.

Observing from the side, Darius was baffled. He was certain Allen had drawn his blade. Recalling Allen's speed in slicing through hair in an instant, Darius was convinced Matthew was as good as dead.

Matthew from head to toe, but he couldn't find any injuries. Finally, he gave Allen

drop of blood and not a visible wound-you were so fast in killing him that your blade

jaw, and his

The room fell silent after

room fell utterly

furrowed his brow in confusion. Allen had struck a second

flitted between the two, and

calm. He stood with a relaxed stance, as if he hadn't been attacked at

were full of terror, like a

the hilt was trembling. The sheath rattled against

How could this be?

noticed a trace of fresh blood on the oval of Allen's hilt. Why would there

searching for any sign of injury-from his head, down to his neck, chest, waist, thighs, ankles, and

he spotted traces of blood

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