The Great Medical Saint

A dozen burly men heard the order and slowly spread out. Seeing that a fight was about to break out, the onlookers quickly backed away in fear. Nobody wanted to get caught in the crossfire. How did Ethan dare to threaten to make Matthew kneel? Matthew clenched his fists. First, Ethan took his herbs, and now he demanded him to drop to his knee.

All of a sudden, Matthew exuded an intense presence and a fierce killing intent. Mathew slowly walked up to Ethan and ignored the burly men closing in on him as if they weren't there. With a look of contempt, Ethan remarked, "Think you can take me on? Not a chance."

As Ethan finished his sentence, the burly men charged toward Matthew, surrounding him.

Matthew rushed toward them. With quick and agile movements, he delivered punches in quick succession, leaving many afterimages of his attacks in the air.

When Matthew came to a halt, the burly men behind him stood still as if they had been turned into stone statues.

His opponents were all motionless. A gust of wind swept through them, and they fell to the ground one after another.novelbin

Matthew continued walking toward Ethan, his words sounding like they came from hell. "You want me to get on my knees?"

Watching the corpses fall on the ground, Ethan was flabbergasted.

"I must say, you're pretty impressive, but that's still not enough. It's been a while since I drew my blade. I'll show you what a true warrior is."

As Ethan spoke, he walked toward his car and slowly opened the trunk, pulling out his blade.

Holding the hilt with his left hand, Ethan slowly rested his right hand on it and slowly moved toward Matthew.

With every step forward, Ethan's presence grew more intense as he clenched his blade tighter.

They quickly closed the distance between them until they were just four steps apart. As they moved closer, they were only one step away from being within each other's range of attack. Hardly anyone was still watching. Most people were afraid of getting into trouble, so they had already left.

Harold nervously clenched his fists. Matthew was unarmed, but Ethan had a blade. With the distance closing between them, Harold feared that Matthew would be defeated in the next moment. Seeing that Matthew had no weapon, Mason picked up a stick from the ground and ran toward Matthew. "You'll be at a disadvantage without a weapon, Mr. Grant!"

Matthew was startled as the fight was about to break out. Worse yet, Ethan had a blade, but Mason still rushed over. He hurriedly stopped Mason. "Don't come over. Stay back."

The instance Matthew spoke, Ethan charged forward and swiftly drew his blade with his right hand.

Ethan stopped when he was halfway through drawing his blade. Only then did he realize Matthew was already right in front of him.

Matthew tightly held Ethan's right hand on the hilt and then slowly pushed the blade back into the sheath. The partially drawn blade was gradually returned to its sheath, inch by inch. Ethan clenched his teeth and exerted all his strength to draw his blade. With a soft click, the blade was fully sheathed.

Ethan was horrified by Matthew's immense strength. He couldn't even unsheathe his blade at all.

Without hesitation, Ethan threw his blade away and hurled a punch toward Matthew. A cold glint flickered, and blood splattered. An arm fell to the ground.

Ethan held his wound, his expression contorted in pain. "How did you move so fast?"

Ignoring Ethan's question, Matthew pointed the blade at Ethan's chest. "Are you Eastorian?"

Since Ethan wielded a blade, Matthew was quite convinced that he was from Eastoria, but he asked anyway.

Ethan cried out in pain. "Yes, I'm Eastorian. Are you scared now? You've messed up big time. I'm not just any ordinary person, but Eastorian. You can't handle the consequences."

The blade flashed, and another arm dropped to the ground. In excruciating pain, Ethan thrashed around with his two severed arms. He rolled on the ground and squealed like a butchered pig. Matthew coldly remarked, "You deserve it. It's you who can't bear the consequences. How many more can you take?"

Ethan writhed in agony on the ground. "It hurts. I can't take it anymore."

Matthew wanted to find out more about Ethan's identity and the stolen traditional medicine, but the name "Nelson Zapier" suddenly came to his mind.