Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3452

Casimir beckoned with his hand, taunting Mack, who lunged forward, their figures clashing in an instant.

Matthew watched Casimir's movements carefully. Even though the exchange was quick, he could tell that Casimir's skills were well-practiced—honed and never neglected.

Once again, Casimir effortlessly evaded Mack's heavy strike, sending him flying backward with a kick that skidded him several yards across the ground before coming to a halt.

"Chief!" The men rushed over to Mack, concern written all over their faces.

Matthew frowned slightly in response. This behavior had crossed the line. Casimir could use a reminder of his place.

As the men crowded around Mack with worry, Matthew quietly stepped out from behind them, positioning himself directly in front of Casimir.

Casimir's eyes flashed with a glimmer of caution as soon as he saw Matthew approach.

Matthew's gaze narrowed as he fixed his eyes on Casimir. In that instant, Casimir's body stiffened, paralyzed with fear.

He could feel it—death. A primal terror gripped him as if he were being stalked by a ferocious beast. He couldn't move a muscle.

Matthew watched Casimir standing a few paces away, drenched in sweat as if he had just dragged himself from the depths of the sea. It was puzzling—he hadn't even released any killing intent; he'd merely looked at Casimir.