The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 130

"You know the Serpent's Strike?" A hint of surprise crossed Ian's eyes. "You're quite knowledgeable. Still, a loser like you isn't worth my time. You've messed with the wrong person. You won't get off lightly today!"

Ian grinned, resembling a tiger that was ready to devour its prey.

Anger flared in Matthew's eyes. Ian's threat did anger him, but he was even more furious about something more significant.

"Ancient martial artists aren't allowed to attack ordinary people without cause. Aren't you afraid of going against the rules?"

"Afraid?" Ian closed in on Matthew. He continued nonchalantly, "Why should I be? The one who set the rules is long dead. No one cares about the rules anymore."

As he spoke, he suddenly lunged at Matthew, aiming his middle knuckle at Matthew's eyes.

Matthew's eyes glinted. He'd likely end up blind if Ian's punch got him in the eye. Ian was undeniably ruthless.

The fist was about to land on Matthew's face when his leg shot out, delivering a kick to Ian's stomach. A loud, dull noise sounded.

Ian was instantly sent flying three yards away at a speed even faster than when he charged at Matthew earlier. He collapsed to the ground with a deafening thud, sending a cloud of dust scattering in the air.

The five men behind him gaped at the sight before them. They were aware of how formidable Ian was, having previously ended a civilian with just a single punch. Little did they expect him to be kicked away with just one move.

They all stood frozen in their spots, unsure of what they should do next.

Jeffrey was seated in his car, eager to witness Matthew being beaten to a pulp.

But… Why was Ian propelled into the air instead? How could this be?

Flabbergasted, Ian gaped at Matthew. Disbelief filled his eyes as he sputtered, "How… How is this possible? You defeated me in one move. Are you an ancient martial artist as well?"

"Who sent you?" Matthew deflected.

Matthew shook his head. "Strong? I don't think so. I'm just an ordinary person. You're just too weak."

"Why, you!"

Blood trickled down Ian's lips as he burst into a fit of rage. He knew he was far from an amateur, but Matthew was way beyond his level.

"I'm no match for you, let alone those five men behind me. Just leave. We'll end things here right now."

End things? Matthew sauntered up to Ian. "Your opinion doesn't matter. However, mine does.

"Tell me, who sent you? Where is he?"

Matthew continued, "Of course, you can choose to remain silent. You struck me twice earlier. If you still refuse to say anything, I will punch you just once. I won't question you anymore if you can withstand it."