The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 410

Noticing Matthew had no room left to back away, Carmelo's eyes grew more menacing. He yelled, "Go to hell!"

Carmelo accelerated his footsteps once more. Matthew was moving back quickly when he suddenly leaned back as if he was about to slam his head into the wall behind him.

Right when his head was about 24 inches away from the wall, Matthew quickly extended both hands and pushed against the well. He kept his balance with his left foot on the ground and raised his right knee.

Carmelo gaped in shock as he swung his blade above Matthew, missing the mark completely.

The worst part was that Carmelo was moving so fast that his chest slammed right into Matthew's knee. He tried to stop, but he couldn't.

The sound of his rib breaking rang out. Matthew's knee sank deep into Carmelo's chest.

Carmelo seemed to have lost all his strength as he dropped to the floor. Blood started seeping out of his chest. He clenched his teeth and stared at Matthew, his eyes wide open.

"How can this be? I've mastered Eastorian techniques in persuasion and assassination, honing them to perfection. I put everything I had for the surprise attack. How did you manage to get away?"

Matthew glanced at his knee, noticing his pants were smeared in blood. He then looked at Carmelo, who was lying on the ground and barely alive.

"Sneak attacks are nothing but a joke against true power. Your persuasion and assassination techniques are laughable. Don't think too highly of yourself."

What caught Matthew off guard about Carmelo was his ability to tap into his potential. It seemed like some kind of secret technique.

But Matthew didn't bother asking. Some techniques were limited to a specific type of cultivator. The others simply couldn't use them.

Tears streamed down from Carmelo's aging eyes. "I've mastered the secret technique, so I'm supposed to return home in triumph…"

His voice grew softer and softer until it was barely a whisper. His frail body twitched a few times and then went completely still.