Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"Good afternoon, everyone! I'm your host, Dahlia!"

Inside the fifth-floor Death Arena, a voluptuous woman strutted onto the stage. She wore nothing but a skimpy mini-dress that barely covered her curves, leaving her long, slender legs fully exposed.

The moment she appeared, the murmurs of the crowd turned into a roar of excitement.

"Dahlia, I love you!"

"Dahlia, spend just one night with me, and I'll give you all my money!"

Perched on her stilettos, Dahlia gave the crowd a flirtatious wink, her voice sultry enough to send shivers down spines.

"For just five million Dornia Emeralds, you can do whatever you want with me."

As she spoke, she swayed her hips seductively, making the men in the audience practically drool as their eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets.

"Alright, folks, let's bring out our first fighters of the afternoon! First, the master of blade arts—the man whose opponents have never survived more than three strikes-Deathcarver! And his challenger, the man who effortlessly defeated Panzin the Bonebreaker in his last Death Arena match-Matteo Larden!"

As Dahlia's voice echoed through the arena, Matthew stepped out clad in white alongside a man draped in a rain cloak and wide-brimmed straw hat.

The moment Dahlia laid eyes on Matthew, her gaze lit up, and she unconsciously pressed her thighs together.

What a handsome man. If I can tame someone like him, the nights will certainly be unforgettable!

As Matthew and Deathcarver approached the center of the arena, Dahlia smiled

at Matthew. "Good luck, Mr. Larden. If you win... I might just let you take me out to dinner."

Her words sent a wave of outrage through the stands.

"What the hell?! How can Miss Dahlia let a pretty boy like him take her out?"

"He's not even worthy!"

"Hah! The best he could do is give her a back scratch!"

"Miss Dahlia, I'll treat you to dinner!"

Matthew glanced at Dahlia, his tone flat. "No thanks. Your heavy perfume is a bit much for me, so I'll pass on dinner."

The crowd erupted again.

"Who the hell does this guy think he is?!"

"Seriously, refusing to take Miss Dahlia to dinner? Does he know how lucky he'd be?"

"Some people don't know how to count their blessings!"

Dahlia's smile stiffened before

quickly turning cold. With a toss of

her hair, she strode off the stage,

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long legs carrying her gracefully across the floor. What an ungrateful b*stard-she'd actually considered rewarding him with a little fun.

Of course, she had no way of knowing that compared to Sasha Cunningham, she was nothing more than a cheap imitation. Matthew had actually been polite.

Across from him, Deathcarver lifted his head slightly, revealing eyes that glinted coldly beneath the brim of his hat. His voice, raspy and low, echoed from beneath his cloak.

"Once my blade is drawn, it must taste blood. If you leave now, you might still have a chance to live. Otherwise you'll die."

Though his tone was quiet, the gamblers around the arena grew visibly excited. Deathcarver always spoke those words when he was certain of victory.

Matthew met Deathcarver's gaze and replied plainly, enunciating each word, "They say that among all weapons, the blade reigns supreme. But to wield a blade, one must possess an unshakable will. You've lost yours. Your blade has become restless-it craves blood just to stay steady. A man like that... can you still call yourself a master of blade arts?"

Without breaking eye contact, Matthew reached toward the nearby weapon rack

and picked up a simple iron blade with a slight crack running along its edge.

"Deathcarver—what does it mean to be 'mad with the blade'? To stand above all others, unmatched and unyielding. But you... you've fallen short. So today... I'll test you blade arts with my own."