Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2069 A Duel With Old Mr. Bane

"Matt, mind if I ask who your master is?" questioned the curious Old Mr. Bane as he warmed up.

Matthew shook his head. "I mainly self-taught Eight Fists and Joint Technique. As for the others, I only have scanty knowledge of them."

He did not belong to any sect, hence the self-taught journey, which made the corner of Old Mr. Bane's eyes twitch. Those two techniques are deadly, though.

"I practiced martial arts ever since I was young. It has been over sixty years. Shall we begin, young lad?"

"I'll be in your care, Old Master Bane."

The conversation ended, and they approached each other at full pelt. Their fists met and left mere shadows in midair. After a few counters, Old Mr. Bane suddenly turned sideways. It happened so quickly that Matthew's punches missed their target. Damn it!

It was too late when he was going into defense mode, for Old Mr. Bane's arm had hewed onto Matthew's wrist like an axe, hitting right at his muscles!

Ouch! Matthew's jaw tightened at that hit.

Meanwhile, Old Mr. Bane withdrew his hand and retreated. He was discontent with Matthew's careful advances. "You don't have to pull your punches, boy. I am old, but my joints are still in their prime." "Fine. I will excuse courtesy for now and grant your wish, Old Master Bane." Matthew's arms shook as his aura changed.

Only then did Old Mr. Bane nod in satisfaction. "Attaboy! Show me what you got!" He crouched slowly before charging forward. That ferocious air around him morphed him into a wild beast that intimated others with its sheer presence.

Matthew was aware that Old Mr. Bane was taking it seriously from then. Gathering his thoughts, he mustered every ounce of nimbus in him. "Watch out, Old Master Bane. Punches don't look where they go." He bulldozed forward and utilized the Shield Technique to approach Old Mr. Bane before attacking with Eight Fists.

The experienced Old Mr. Bane had gone through many fights, so he saw through Matthew's plan readily. Once the distance between them drew closer, he folded his knees and attacked Matthew's lower limb. Although the Shield Technique was known for its attack-defense attribute, its shortcoming was exposing the originator's lower limb.

Noticing that Old Mr. Bane had grasped his intention, Matthew had no option but to duck the attacks while changing his technique. Still, would Old Mr. Bane give him the chance to do so?

Not in the slightest.

No matter how strong Matthew's defense was, the switch of techniques in between was bound to give openings to vulnerability. Moreover, mixed martial arts, as practiced by Old Mr. Bane, trained one to be a versatile sucker-puncher.

In less than ten techniques, Old Mr. Bane discovered an opening for an attack. He flung a heavy punch right at Matthew's stomach. On the other hand, Matthew was aware he could not defeat Old Mr. Bane in terms of skills and experience. Thus, he opted to suffer pain to gain an advantage. Gritting his teeth, he endured the throbbing pain and counter-attacked with Shoulder Strike immediately.

Albert, the spectator, missed a heartbeat when he saw that technique. Eight Fists put itself on the map as a fatal technique due to its aggressive attacks. He need not worry about Old Mr. Bane if the spar happened two decades ago.

Now, though...

Fortunately, Old Mr. Bane had been watching out for Matthew's Eight Fists by keeping Matthew's self-introduction in mind. He let out a smile when Matthew used that skill. He still has a long way to go; he lacks fighting experience.

Subsequently, he dodged Matthew's elbow by turning his body like a shadow. Just as he was about to quell the fight with one final blow, a sharp pain penetrated his chest, and beads of cold sweat trickled his forehead.

At that moment, Matthew noticed something wrong and withdrew his attacks to support Old Mr. Bane.

"I'm alright. I'm alright. Age is always the main cause of one's weakness." Old Mr. Bane sighed. Despite his pale face, he could not hide the tinge of sorrow in his voice.