Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3534

Matthew's calm voice echoed through the arena, reaching every corner of the vast space. All eyes were fixed on the iron blade in his hand, disbelief etched across their faces.

"Is he serious?"

"He actually said he'd defeat Deathcarver with a blade."

"Is this guy out of his mind, or is he just plain arrogant?"

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Their voices carried nothing but ridicule and scorn for Matthew's audacious declaration. To them, his actions were no different from courting death.

Across from Matthew, Deathcarver's body trembled slightly—not with fear, but with excitement. In just a few words, Matthew had pinpointed all of his flaws. So, how could Deathcarver not feel a surge of anticipation when facing such an opponent?

Beneath the wide brim of his straw hat, Deathcarver's eyes gleamed with a chilling light as they locked onto Matthew. His hands slowly moved to the hilts of the two blades at his waist.

Shing!

The metallic hum of blades leaving their sheaths resonated through the arena. In his left hand, Deathcarver held a short blade almost two feet long. His right hand gripped a longer blade, nearly four feet in length.

"Well then… I look forward to this exchange!"

Without warning, Deathcarver lunged toward Matthew. His right hand swung the long blade in a sweeping arc, its edge flashing with cold light as it slashed toward Matthew's neck.

A flicker of regret passed through Deathcarver's eyes. Someone like him… could've been a kindred spirit. But if I don't kill him, I'll be the one lying dead on this stage.

Matthew stood still, his expression unchanged as the blade came toward him. At the last moment, the three-inch iron knife in his hand struck the center of the long blade's edge. The clash sent a powerful shockwave up Deathcarver's arm, numbing his grip. His expression shifted as he felt the sting in his hand—the skin between his thumb and forefinger had begun to crack.

But Deathcarver's success in the Death Arena came down to one word: frenzy.

Without hesitation, his left hand shot forward, the short blade aimed directly at Matthew's chest. Matthew's iron knife flicked again.

Clang!

Steel rang against steel. Deathcarver staggered back a step, his footing momentarily thrown off.