Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3110 Massacre

At the peak of Basha's Sacred Mount, Matthew watched the approaching army with icy eyes. He leaped from the peak, charging alone toward the thousands of troops.

He unsheathed Bloodreaper, its sword energy slicing through the sky. Even the tank battalion seemed like paper against this fierce sword energy. With a swing of the Bloodreaper, a hundred men perished, leaving a trail of dismembered bodies. "I, Mortimer of the Zedler family, have come to assist the Summit Warding with the eight thousand Zedler Tiger Guards!"

"Basha's Sacred Mount is no paper tiger either. Disciples, forward!"

Matthew glanced back at the approaching disciples of Basha's Sacred Mount and the Zedler Tiger Guards, a slight smile flashing across his cold, frosty face.

"Die, you motherf*ckers!" Shawn, carrying a rocket launcher, fired wildly at the distant enemies.

Bloodreaper's glow grew increasingly intense in Matthew's hand as he soared into the air. "I have a sword that can split mountains, cut rivers, and slay wolves!"

Just then, he thought he had touched something-the threshold of the grandmaster level.

"Die!"

A 300-feet-long sword energy cut through the void and slashed into Montiria's army with unstoppable force. Just like that, the 100 thousand-strong army was wiped out by half. "He's a monster!"

"Run! How can we defeat a monster?!"

"I don't want to die here! My mother is still waiting for me at home!"

Fear, disbelief, and prayers were useless before Matthew's rampant sword energy. Soldiers were instantly cut in half, their bodies littering the ground.

The surviving soldiers huddled together, staring in terror at Matthew in the sky. From that day on, Montiria would be crippled for the next two decades.

Zedran, watching Matthew like a descending god, smashed everything in sight in a fit of hysteria. As a smart man, he knew he might never get to kill Matthew in his lifetime.

At this moment, a flock of paper

cranes flew in from the distant sky.

In stark contrast to the battlefield

strewn with corpses, the pristine white paper cranes seemed Surreal.

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They fluttered collectively toward the Montiria army. Zedran instinctively sensed something amiss, but seeing that they were genuinely only paper cranes, he said nothing.

"Are they sent by the angel to save us?" A soldier, with hopeful eyes, reached out to a paper crane, but in the next moment, his left hand was cleanly sliced off by the crane's wing.

Agonizing screams erupted throughout the entire army.

"Ah, my left hand, sh*t!"

"My arm, my arm is gone!"

"These aren't angelic cranes; they're demonic cranes!"

"The Cathians are all monsters!"

Zedran, seeing the instant carnage among his troops, grabbed the radio in desperation and shouted, "All soldiers, retreat! Retreat!"

The once formidable Montiria army

was swiftly routed, the ground stained red with blood. Countless paper cranes danced in the wind, taking Montiria soldiers' lives with them.

Matthew turned his head and found Ivy in the distance, smiling and waving at him.

"No need to chase after them. Come back."

Matthew's voice, though calm, spread clearly to everyone's ears, amplified by his spiritual power.

Mortimer and Lucius approached, puzzled. "Why aren't we using this chance to completely annihilate the Montiria army and teach them a lesson?"

Matthew smiled faintly, his aura becoming even more imposing. "Because I have touched the threshold of the grandmaster level!"