Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3456

In a mere breath or two, Matthew had moved from his original spot to standing directly in front of the Medusa Emissary, catching everyone off guard. No one had time to react.

The emissary's eyes narrowed, sharp as needles, screaming internally, Move! For f*ck's sake! He tried to tilt his body to the right, desperate to dodge Matthew's attack, but Matthew's hand adjusted with a subtle shift, employing the first move of the twelve techniques of mixed martial arts, reaching for the emissary from another angle.

In utter disbelief, the emissary watched as Matthew's slender hand latched onto his neck.

Behind him, Casimir's face paled, his mind reeling. How could he be this powerful? He'd anticipated Matthew might be strong, but not to such a terrifying degree.

Allyson, who had been watching with mounting anxiety, suddenly froze, her expression stunned. She stared at Matthew gripping the Medusa Emissary by the throat, even pinching herself to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

A gasp escaped her. It was real—this mysterious man had subdued the Medusa Emissary in the blink of an eye.

Snapping out of his shock, Casimir shouted, "Release the emissary!" Regardless of his personal feelings toward the Medusa Emissary, Casimir knew he had to act. If the emissary died, his chances of winning this confrontation would drop drastically.

The Medusa Emissary, trapped in Matthew's iron grip, stared at him in shock. He recognized the move Matthew had just used; it matched a technique he'd once seen in a video shared by a fellow gang member. Even amid a torrential downpour, the two figures in that video had shattered the rain with their powerful strikes.

Terror and regret filled the Medusa Emissary's eyes as he choked out, "I… I didn't realize it was you. Please, spare me. I'll give you a list of everyone here, every name in our organization. I'll even… serve you like a dog if you'll let me live!"

As he looked at Matthew, his dread intensified. This was no ordinary fighter; this was someone even his superiors feared.

Casimir, hearing the Medusa Emissary's desperate plea from a distance, froze, paralyzed by the realization. If someone as formidable as the Medusa Emissary was begging for his life, what kind of enemy had he provoked?!

Unfortunately for the emissary, Matthew ignored his recognition of him, for he'd employed the twelve techniques, knowing full well it would reveal his identity. From that moment on, the emissary's fate had been sealed.

"I told you already. The Medusa Gang's crimes, especially trafficking innocent lives, are reason enough for a death sentence. You deserve to die, and so do your subordinates and even your superiors!"

"No, please, don't—"

Crack!

A sickening snap echoed through the silence, and blood trickled from the emissary's neck, staining Matthew's pale hand.

Allyson's gaze flickered with a new intensity. He was decisive, strikingly handsome, and merciless to his enemies…

Matthew let the emissary's lifeless body drop to the ground, then turned his calm, piercing eyes to Casimir. "So, Chief Falkrenn, do you still wish to proceed with your attack?"