Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2068 Sparring

"Thank you, Old Master Bane. I guess I'm the only person in Bainbridge to receive the pleasure of having you pour tea for me." Matthew raised the teacup to down the tea in one go.

Old Mr. Bane, who was sitting opposite him, halted for a moment upon hearing that. Those words were so familiar that they made him stare at Matthew. He could almost see that man's shadow in Matthew, the shade of solemnity in that nonchalant character, and the evil-foreboding air hidden under that untrammeled demeanor.

To manage a big and great family, Old Mr. Bane had an eye for people. Hence, one glance was enough for him to tell that this young lad before him was saddled with a blood feud, just like how that man did. The touch of passing time and tide was the only difference between them. That man had reached another level of maturity while Matthew set about things with vigor. No wonder that brat helps Matthew in the South.

Since Old Mr. Bane was acting out of character, it piqued Matthew's curiosity. "What's wrong, Old Master Bane? Something on your mind?"

Old Mr. Bane noticed his blunder and quickly regained his composure. "Nothing. I was thinking about an old friend of mine. I heard you have a martial arts background. Is that right?"

Matthew nodded without a second thought. Based on the Bane Family's networking, it was natural for Old Mr. Bane to know what happened in the South. Thus, he had no intentions of hiding anything from Old Mr. Bane.

"Yes, but something happened in the past, and my hara meridian was impaired. It had been restored some time ago, and I picked up a long sword after that. Still, I don't have a flair for it, so swords are more difficult for me than fist fights." Matthew set his Bloodreaper atop the coffee table.

As a relic mania, Old Mr. Bane could recognize that Bloodreaper was no ordinary sword. "May I take a look at it?"

Matthew coolly handed it over to the old man, who drew the sword only to shake his head at the rusty blade. "What a shame. It's not an ordinary sword, but its nimbus-" Old Mr. Bane suddenly noticed something surprising as he exclaimed, "Don't tell me... Did you absorb its nimbus? Attaboy! I was wondering how one can repair an injured hara meridian. The nimbus from ancient swords can do the trick, huh? Your luck is no joke."

That practical reasoning astonished Matthew. Even if he had masked the Bloodreaper's nimbus, Old Mr. Bane could see through it right away!

As expected of the most powerful person in Bainbridge. Luckily, he sees the Bloodreaper as a mere ancient sword.

"You're sharp, Old Master Bane. Luck is truly on my side. Otherwise, I could've become a cripple for the rest of my life." Matthew laughed it off in an attempt to gloss it over. Since it was closely related that Bloodreaper was an ancient divine weapon, he did not wish to give the game away.

Old Mr. Bane noticed Matthew's avoidance of the subject, hence the steer of the topic. "Why not we kill this boredom with a spar?"

Old Mr. Bane spent his whole life learning mixed martial arts, but he had never practiced it after stepping into his old age. Now that they were on the subject, the yearning for a duel was growing in him. "I..." In actuality, Matthew wanted to turn down the offer because of his opponent's age. Sparring was a physical duel, and things would become troublesome if accidents happened.

Old Mr. Bane had an insight into the reason behind Matthew's hesitation. "What's with that hesitation, young lad? Are you looking down on me?"

Fine.

Now that Old Mr. Bane had put it that way, Matthew had no choice but to accept the challenge. Setting his Bloodreaper aside, Matthew nodded helplessly. Subsequently, they warmed up their body and moved to the courtyard.