Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"Of course, a guy like that is nothing more than a warm-up for you. Hahaha! I'm looking forward to your performance, Matteo." Garrett's eyes gleamed with

anticipation.

The odds of Matthew winning against Shaun had already reached one to ten. That meant Garrett's 10 million Dornia Emeralds would soon turn into 100 million. He was even considering pooling more money over the next few days after all, a tenfold profit was within reach.

Matthew gave a slight nod, his face calm and expressionless. Since Garrett spoke of Panzin the Bonebreaker so dismissively, the man was probably someone who hadn't had proper martial arts training-relying solely on brute strength from his muscles. Fighters like that posed little threat.

The fifth floor was distinctly different from the sixth and third floors. As soon as they stepped off the elevator, rows upon rows of spectator seats came into view. At the center of it all stood a large, spacious arena.

"This will be your stage, Matteo. Good luck—I'll be cheering for you from the stands." Garrett shot Matthew an encouraging look before heading off toward the audience section.

Standing in the arena was a muscular man with a fierce, intimidating gaze. His hands were encased in black gauntlets that reflected cold glimmers beneath the lights. Forged from a special alloy, those gauntlets could crush stone with a single punch.

"Panzin the Bonebreaker!"

"Crush your opponent!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, their voices echoing throughout the arena. Most of them were die-hard fans of Panzin-or gamblers who had bet heavily on his victory. In this Death Arena, even if the victor spared one's life, the spectators who lost money because of one wouldn't hesitate to tear one apart. The ones cheering for Panzin were mostly those who had placed bets on him.

High above the Death Arena, in a private spectator box, sat a pale-faced man flanked by two bunny girls in black stockings and short skirts. His hands wandered freely over their bodies as they clung to him with practiced smiles.

"The guy who dared to challenge me is up against Panzin in his first match. Why isn't he here yet? Is he scared?" Shaun asked lazily, his hands continuing their unrestrained exploration as he glanced at a nearby subordinate.

"Boss, there's only ten minutes left. If he doesn't show up, it'll be considered a forfeit."

A cold glint flashed in Shaun's eyes as his grip instinctively tightened, drawing soft gasps from the girls beside him.

"Ah-"

The subordinate instinctively glanced over, swallowed hard, and quickly averted his gaze.

"If he doesn't show, send someone to find him. When you do, cut him into pieces. Does he think he can challenge

challenge me whenever he wants and back out whenever he pleases?"

"Boss, he's here!"

The subordinate's voice made Shaun narrow his eyes slightly before looking toward the arena. Sure enough, Matthew-dressed in white was walking calmly down the

aisle heading straight for the stage.

Laughter erupted from the spectators as they caught sight of Matthew's lean

frame and youthful features.

"Hey, pretty boy! You sure you're in the right place?"

"This ain't where rich women come to spoil their boy toys-this is the Death Arena!"

"Look at that skinny frame-does he even have any muscle?"

"Pfft, hahaha! Does that guy think he can challenge Panzin the Bonebreaker? One punch, and he'll be splattered all over the floor!"

"Hah! My 30 thousand Dornia Emeralds are as good as doubled now!"

Matthew ignored the jeers and taunts, stepping onto the stage and facing Panzin the Bonebreaker.noveldrama

"Pleased to meet your acquaintance..."