The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 847

The moment Allen's blade left its sheath would be Matthew's final moment.

Allen gripped the hilt tightly, his muscles tensing up. All he needed was a single thought to unleash the first strike of the Swiftblade Division technique.

He advanced carefully toward Matthew, his presence building with each step. "I need just one strike to kill you!"

As he finished speaking, he had reached striking distance. Suddenly, he shouted, "Kill!"

With a thunderous roar, Allen's muscles tightened. He unleashed tremendous strength as he drew his blade. The gleaming steel caught the light, briefly illuminating the room as if it were daylight.

The light suddenly vanished. The room dimmed again as if a flash of lightning had just struck and disappeared.

When normal lighting resumed, Allen and Matthew stood facing each other. Allen still held the hilt, frozen mid-draw. Matthew remained completely still.

Observing from the side, Darius was baffled. He was certain Allen had drawn his blade. Recalling Allen's speed in slicing through hair in an instant, Darius was convinced Matthew was as good as dead.

He examined Matthew from head to toe, but he couldn't find any injuries. Finally, he gave Allen a thumbs-up.

"Impressive. Not a drop of blood and not a visible wound—you were so fast in killing him that your blade didn't even touch him."

Allen's face twitched. He clenched his jaw, and his eyes flashed with fury. He roared again, "Kill!"

Another flash lit the room, followed by another clang. The room fell silent after the flash faded. Allen remained in his stance with his blade half-drawn, facing Matthew.

The room fell utterly silent.

Darius furrowed his brow in confusion. Allen had struck a second time. Yet Matthew still stood there, unscathed.

His gaze flitted between the two, and he noticed something amiss.