The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 678

Nightwrath sword pierced into the broom's handle, fitting in just like a sword slipping into its sheath. Matthew suddenly tightened his grip on the broom and yanked it toward his chest.

With both hands on the sword handle, Alan lunged forward as Matthew's sudden pull threw him off balance, sending him stumbling towards Matthew.

Seeing Matthew's knee coming straight at his chest, Alan cried out in fear. With a bang, Matthew's knee slammed into his chest hard, and the sound of his ribs snapping filled the air.

After the heavy blow, Alan stumbled backward for a few steps, only coming to a stop when his back hit the doorframe. He felt a numbness in his chest, as though it was empty.

Upon looking down, he saw that his chest had caved in with blood pouring out from it. In a flash, his shirt was soaked in red.

Alan muttered in disbelief, "How is this happening? My sword technique comes from the Swiftblade Division of Dunkelwald, and I'm wielding Nightwrath, a renowned longsword. How can I lose to a broom?"

Matthew was caught off guard as well. He came to the poultry farm to eliminate the Eastorians.

After learning that Alan was there to take his life, Matthew felt a sense of danger wash over him. He stayed on high alert, dealing with the situation cautiously.

Matthew felt like he could handle it barehanded, but he grabbed a broom just to be safe. As he put everything he had into the fight, Alan was defeated just like that.

He couldn't help but say, "You sure know how to run your mouth. I thought you were the best there was. Who knew you'd go down so easily?"

Alan was so shaken up that he coughed up a mouthful of blood, holding his chest with a pained expression on his face.

He shouted, "I won't accept my defeat! There's no way I can lose. I just got careless. I won't accept it! Let's have another round."

Matthew pulled Nightwrath sword from the broom handle and scoffed. "What you think doesn't concern me. I'm not going to debate with a dead man."

As Matthew spoke, he tossed aside Nightwrath sword and walked up to Alan with a broom.

Alan pressed his hand on his chest, his face scrunched up in pain. When he saw Matthew coming over, he shouted in panic, "W-what do you want?"