The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 522

Dallas spoke, putting pressure on Matthew. With every step he took, his presence grew more and more intimidating.

Standing at the side, Sebastian noticed Matthew kept backing away. He felt his heart jump up to his throat. If Matthew were to die here, he could forget about rescuing Theo since he'd die here as well.

Seeing that Sebastian and Matthew weren't leaving, Cassidy grew even more anxious and urged. "Why are you still standing there? He's going to kill you for real. You both are going to die."

Cassidy seemed to recall something horrible and burst into tears. Her voice was filled with fear. Matthew took another step back. His eyes grew sharper as he fixed his gaze on Dallas.

Dallas took a deep breath before yelling, "I'm going to take you down with one hit today!"

Upon finishing his words, Dallas inched closer. Matthew backed into the wall with no more room to move.

A cold gleam flashed in Dallas' eyes as he roared, "Tempest Draw!"

As the words left his mouth, Dallas' muscles tensed up at once. He unleashed his full strength, and his hand darted quickly to the handle.

Suddenly, he felt his hand shake as he grabbed the hilt. Then, his right hand moved through the usual motion and formed a fist.

Where was the blade? Dallas' hand came to a familiar spot, but his hand grasped nothing. Looking down, he realized it was empty. The blade was gone.

With a bang, the sound of a blade hitting the wall rang out behind him, followed by a clatter as the Apex Blade fell to the floor. Dallas was flabbergasted, gaping at Matthew with disbelief.

Shocked by the fluttering of Matthew's right pant leg, Dallas exclaimed, "How did you move your leg so quickly?"

Next to them, Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Matthew won. Then, he hurried over to the bed to untie Theo.

Matthew ignored Dallas' question and indifferently remarked, "Did you shout 'Tempest Draw'? Draw your blade then."

Draw his blade? Dallas felt utterly embarrassed. He had lost his blade, so how would he draw it? It was nothing short of an insult.

Still, Dallas couldn't wrap his head around how Matthew was so fast. "How did you defeat my Tempest Draw? That's impossible. Tempest Draw is the fastest technique in warrior combat. How could you possibly be faster than that?"