The Great Medical Saint

Tony glanced at Allen, puzzled. "You're from Eastoria?"

Allen's tone turned icy. "Scared? Not that it'll help. You're as good as dead!"

Tony's face showed a flash of disdain.

"Maybe if I were young and Eastoria was still strong, I might actually be afraid. But times have changed. Now, you Eastorians live in constant fear, worrying that one day, we'll come to settle old scores!"

Allen's face flushed with anger as if someone had struck a nerve.

He snapped, "I'm talking about you and me, not our countries, old man! You're about to die by my blade. Are you scared?"

With that, Allen drew his blade from its scabbard. Its long, narrow edge gleamed with a chilling light under the lamp, filling the room with a deadly atmosphere.

Tony stood tall, unshaken. "Scared of you? What's there to fear from a thief?" Allen's gaze turned icy. "Cafranian, who are you calling a thief?"

"I'm calling you a thief," Tony said scornfully.

"Eastorian medicine can't compare to our traditional medicine. If you wanted to learn it, you should've come and respectfully asked to be taught. Maybe we would've shown you a few things. But instead, you chose to be a thief and steal our medical literature. And you dare deny you're a thief!"

Allen's face contorted with rage. He shouted, "Our Eastorian's Willoris medicine is renowned worldwide. How dare you slander it?"

Tony sneered, "If Willoris medicine is so great, then why are you going to such lengths to steal my Vital Restorative Remedies?"

"How dare you!" Allen's face turned red as he was unable to come up with a reply.

His murderous intent surged as he growled, "Old man! I'll cut that mouth of yours to pieces!"

He raised his blade, ready to strike. Just then, strange noises echoed from the courtyard, like people losing their balance and falling.

Allen tightened his grip on his blade and turned to look. He saw that everyone he brought had collapsed on the ground, clutching their throats and writhing in pain.

A young man emerged from the darkness, stepping over the fallen bodies as he made his way into the light. He moved like an unsheathed blade, exuding a sharp murderous intent that was hard to face.

Allen frowned. He knew his men were useless, but even killing this many would take some time. This young man had acted with incredible speed.

In a cold voice, Allen asked, "Who are you?"noveldrama

Before the young man could respond, Darius' eyes widened. He gasped in shock. "Matthew Grant!"

Fearful, Darius stumbled back until he was pressed against the wall.

Looking at Allen, Darius recalled that his speed was incredibly fast too. He could

cut Darius' hair in an instant before Darius even realized.

Now, with Allen beside him, Darius felt a surge of confidence.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "Matthew! I thought you had run off. I didn't expect you to come back to die!"

Matthew walked straight toward Darius. "You want to kill me?"

Darius was terrified. He took another step back and pointed at Allen.

"He's the one who'll kill you! You're done for. You have no idea how powerful he is. His blade moves faster than the eyes can follow. You're dead today!"

Matthew looked over at Allen, who stood with his blade in hand. He asked coldly, "An Eastorian?"

When Allen heard Darius call out Matthew's name, he realized this must be the expert Darius had told him. Yet he was confident he could kill Matthew with a single strike.

Leaving Tony behind, he walked toward Mattled and said proudly, "I am Eastorian! Dying at my hands is an honor for you."

Matthew pointed at Darius. "Wait there. I'll kill the Eastorian first before coming for you."

After saying this, he turned and walked toward Allen.

Allen looked unfazed and calmly slid his blade back into its sheath. He practiced the Swiftblade Division, a two-move technique.

The first move merged countless techniques into one decisive blow. It combined drawing the blade, slashing, thrusting, and more in a single movement. It was as fast as lightning and lethal in one blow.

For this, the blade had to start in the sheath.

The second strike was a defensive maneuver to block any incoming attack. But Allen was confident he wouldn't need the second strike against Matthew. That was why he chose to sheath his blade.