The Great Medical Saint

Matthew frowned upon listening to Vincent's order. It seemed like the latter had engaged in such situations frequently and was already quite used to it.

A murderous intent surged from within Matthew. "Just the two of them?"

Vincent was taken aback and sneered. "You're not convinced? Those two are champions in the Octagonal Arena. You don't stand a chance against either of them," he asserted.

"Alright," Vincent snapped when he saw Matthew's impassive expression. "Since you talk so tough, I'll spice it up for you.

"First, we'll beat you until your skin is torn and your flesh is mangled. Then, we'll salt the water and throw you in," he threatened.

Matthew's eye twitched as he listened. Vincent seemed like a demon, spouting such cruel things without hesitation.

Matthew spoke, "You're truly ruthless. Do you understand the consequences of what you're attempting to do?"

Vincent looked at Matthew coldly and queried, "Consequences? The only consequence is that you'll be in agonizing pain, such that you'll be wishing for death. Eventually, you'll find yourself on your knees, begging for mercy," he menaced. He added, "At that point, you'll willingly hand over the Medieval Medicine."

After saying that, he waved at the two burly men. "Hurry up and get started," he ordered.

They approached Matthew, one from either side. The man on the left reached out and grabbed Matthew's clothes. He was about to use his wrestling skills to pin Matthew to the ground.

But before he could even think, Matthew's fist moved as fast as lightning, striking with a resounding bang before swiftly retracting.

It was so fast that no one could see the fist, and only the afterimage remained.

His grip on Matthew's clothes loosened suddenly, his hands instead flying to his throat where Matthew had struck him.

He was unable to speak a complete sentence, with only gurgling sounds escaping him.

Clutching his throat, he collapsed to the ground.

Vincent's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold. "You... How... How could you have... beat a champion in the Octagonal Arena?"

Having seen his colleague get taken so so easily, the other burly man looked at Matthew with a hint of dread.

As he circled Matthew a few times, he suddenly lunged forward, his right fist aimed at Matthew's temple.

However, Matthew's right foot instantly shot out and kicked the man's knee with great force.

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed as the knee broke, bending backward at an odd angle.

As his fist missed its target, the burly man's body became unstable, falling to the ground as he let out a miserable scream. "Ah! My leg!"

Matthew walked over and kicked him in the head.

His screams stopped abruptly, and there was no movement from him afterward. Vincent turned pale with fear after seeing the second man go down. "You... you... you..." He repeated that first word three times in succession, unable to utter anything else.

Next to him, Ivan's legs went weak. His eyes were filled with fear and shock as he looked at Matthew. Matthew extended his hand and demanded, "Give me the Tiger Seal."

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At that moment, the corner of his mouth curled up, and his hand slowly reached toward his waist.

He slowly pulled out a gun and gently disengaged the safety.

Matthew noticed Vincent's right shoulder move, and in response, he clenched his fist tightly.

Vincent heard footsteps behind him and spoke up. "The Tiger Seal is of great importance. Its symbolice significance aside, its value alone exceeds one billion dollars.

He warned, "Even if you get the Tiger Seal, you might not live through the day."

Matthew replied coldly, "That's none of your concern."

Vincent's mouth twisted into a cold smirk. He didn't want to say more to someone about to die.

He took two steps forward, then swiftly turned, aiming the gun in front of him.

A massive fist struck Vincent's head with a bang just then.

Vincent's vision faded to black. He collapsed with the gun still slipping from his hand.