Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Redrod Dominic's body was hurled backward with astonishing force as Matthew's palm struck him squarely in the chest. The impact sent him crashing into the wall of the arena, unleashing a dense cloud of dust that momentarily obscured the scene.

"What... what just happened?"

"Did Redrod Dominic just get thrown like that with a single blow?"

"How could Matthew's strength be so terrifying?"

The stunned members of the Viper Crew froze where they stood, their gazes locked on Matthew, who remained as still and imposing as a mountain. Their leader-Dominic-had been effortlessly tossed aside, a man once feared and revered, was now reduced to a broken figure.

The thought crept into their minds like a shadow: Was he even still alive?

As the dust settled, Dominic's form slowly came into view, sprawled on the ground in a heap. His once-commanding presence was gone, replaced by a pitiful sight that made the onlookers recoil.

His body was limp, like a marionette with its strings severed, his lips painted with the crimson streaks of fresh blood. Each breath he took was shallow and strained, as if clinging to life by the thinnest thread. "This... this can't be real!"

"Mr. Romero was invincible. How could he end up like this?"

Cries of disbelief and horror broke out among the Viper Crew. Their voices were edged with desperation as they struggled to reconcile the image of their fallen leader with the man who had once dominated the arena.noveldrama

At the edge of the group, one of the younger gang members tightened his fists, a flicker of anger lighting his eyes. He was the same subordinate whom Dominic had beaten mercilessly just hours before.

"What's going to happen to us if Dominic dies?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chaotic murmurs like a knife.

The question silenced the room. The other men turned to look at him, their expressions shifting between disbelief and shock. Speaking such words felt almost sacrilegious, but the unspoken fear that gripped them all made it impossible to dismiss.

"It's a fair question," the young man

continued, his tone steady and

calculated. "You've seen what

happened Our once-mighty leader Dominic, was taken down with at single strike from Matthew. What do you think that means for us? Do you really think Matthew would spare us after this? If we don't find a way to move forward, we won't last long."

The room fell into a heavy silence as the gang members exchanged uneasy glances. The truth in his words was undeniable, no matter how bitter. If Dominic were to die, their enemies would waste no time capitalizing on their vulnerability. "But who can we turn to now?" one of the men finally asked, his voice tinged with despair. "We were one of the top groups on Ore Island. Who could possibly protect us?"

"What about Shaun?" another suggested tentatively.

"No!" The young man rejected the

idea immediately. "Shaun's situation is no better than ours. If we go to him, we'll be nothing more than cannon fodder. His men will resent us, and we'll end up discarded when we're no longer useful. That's not a solution-it's a death sentence."

"Then what's your brilliant plan?" another voice challenged, irritation creeping into the question.

The young man's gaze shifted to Matthew, who stood at the center of the arena, his figure tall and unyielding, exuding an aura of absolute dominance.

"Our best option is standing right in

front of us," he said firmly. "Think about it. Matthew Larden has already become one of the most respected figures on Ore Island. His strength is beyond comprehension. He's not just a warrior-he's a close ally of the Lopez Mining Group, the most influential force in the ore market. If he takes us under his wing, their support will ensure our survival. We'll never have to worry

about resources or rivals again."

He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. "And don't forget-he brought Dominic to his knees with a single strike. Is there anyone else on this island more qualified to lead us?" The gang members exchanged uncertain glances, murmuring amongst themselves.

"But what if he hates us?" someone finally asked. "What makes you think he'd take us in?"

"If we prove our loyalty, he won't have a reason to refuse," the young man replied confidently. "The real question is, are you ready to make that pledge?"

His words hung in the air, a challenge that left the room in tense silence. One by one, the gang members began to nod, their expressions hardening with resolve. "We'll follow him."