Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3502

In the dimly lit expanse of the Life-and-Death Arena, Matthew stood resolute, his posture commanding as he faced Dominic, who now appeared more a shadow of himself than the proud man he had once been.

"You should never—under any circumstance—have insulted my wife," Matthew stated, his tone glacial. His piercing gaze bore into Dominic's, the weight of his words cutting deeper than any blade.

Dominic, once known as Redrod, was utterly devoid of his former arrogance. Blood seeped from the corner of his lips as he struggled to lift his head. The defiance that once burned in his eyes had been replaced by desperation. Swallowing hard, his voice trembled as he spoke.

"I was wrong... I shouldn't have crossed you," he croaked. "I'll call you my boss. I'll follow you. Just... spare my life!"

A faint, almost mocking smile touched Matthew's lips. He took a deliberate step closer, his tone steady and ice-cold.

"Do you even know where you are?" he asked, gesturing toward the earth beneath them. The dark, crimson-stained ground told its own grim story, a silent witness to countless battles fought to the bitter end.

The realization dawned on Dominic like a thunderclap. This arena, where he had once reveled in violence, was now poised to become his grave. Despair flickered across his face, but madness soon consumed it. Snarling, he glared at Matthew, his voice rising in a desperate roar.

"I'm a member of the Viper Crew! If you touch me, they'll never let you live! We have millions of members—each of them could drown you with a single spit!"

Even as the threat left his lips, Dominic's expression shifted again. His eyes widened, and a flicker of hope ignited within them. A crooked smile crept across his face as he pointed toward the platform above.

"Matthew, look! My people are here!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with excitement.

Matthew's gaze followed Dominic's gesture, his expression calm and unwavering. On the elevated platform, a group of figures emerged, their commanding presence silencing the crowd. At their forefront stood a young man, sharp-eyed and resolute, his stance firm as he addressed the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the man's voice boomed through the speakers, reverberating across the arena, "today, the Viper Crew will purge its filth before all of you!"

Confusion swept through the spectators like a ripple.

"Purge its filth? What do they mean?" one gambler muttered nervously, his eyes darting to Dominic.