Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3347 The Breaking Point

Matthew had not experienced such a thrilling battle in quite some time.

His fighting spirit surged within him, propelling him forward with an intensity that felt almost electric.

He relentlessly pressed the attack against Pontus, forcing him to the brink of his limits. At that moment, Matthew had unleashed only seventy percent of his strength, reserving the rest for a climactic showdown.

He aimed to push Pontus into the advanced grandmaster level, a transformation that would elevate their duel into something truly remarkable.

Beneath Matthew's unyielding assault, Pontus' body gradually turned purple and bruised, a testament to the fierce exchange of blows. Yet, rather than falter, his gaze sharpened, growing ever more intense with determination. The aura emanating from him transformed into something utterly terrifying, a palpable force that promised danger.

"This move is called 'Overlord of the Heavens," Pontus declared, finally focusing all his energy on this singular strike. A powerful surge of energy enveloped his fist, radiating strength and intent. With this punch, he would break through to the advanced grandmaster level. "I shall accept your kindness," he added, his voice steady and resolute. His fist sliced through the curtain of rain, hurtling toward Matthew with relentless speed.

Matthew's face lit up with a grin as he exclaimed, "Now that's the kind of punch that packs a punch!"

Both warriors shared a knowing smile, an acknowledgment of the gravity of their duel. Matthew fully unleashed the twelve techniques of mixed martial arts, abandoning any restraint, and channeling all of his energy into the fight.

In this moment, Pontus stood as the only opponent capable of compelling a grandmaster like Matthew to truly open his eyes to the depths of combat.

The force of Pontus' "Overlord of the Heavens" collided with Matthew's final form of the twelve techniques, unleashing a shockwave that cracked the ground beneath them in layers. The earth began to buckle under the weight of their clash, a testament to their immense power.

"Break for me!" Pontus shouted, concentrating every ounce of his energy to shatter the last barrier blocking his path. If he could break through this final threshold, he would step into the advanced grandmaster level and yearn to experience the perspective of that level, grasping its profound depths.

Suddenly, Pontus spat out a

mouthful of blood. A portion of his vitality had been rendered useless due to the effects of a hidden poison within him. Forcing himself to draw on this energy only exacerbated the poison coursing through his veins. He realized that in less than three seconds, it would undoubtedly lead to his demise.

Memories of the box of compressed biscuits Glaucus had given him during his retreat flashed in Pontus' mind. He recalled how, for thirty years, he had consumed just one piece annually, mostly surviving on dew. Even he, known for his martial obsession, could piece together the situation.

The box of compressed biscuits had

long been tainted with poison-or perhaps the biscuits themselves had been made from poison. Yet, the

onset had been excruciatinglysnets

Had it not been for his ambition 19

reach the advanced grandmaster level today, he might never have discovered the treachery lurking within him.

"You desire something from me? Just speak up, and I will give it to you..." Pontus murmured to himself, grappling with why Glaucus had coveted what seemed like a burden.

In the next moment, Pontus' expression shifted to one of fervent determination. "Today, even if I must die, I will ascend to the advanced grandmaster level!" he vowed. He channeled his qi, disregarding the poison, fusing all his strength to surge around the Great Circulation.

Crack! A sharp sound resonated

from within him, and the chain that

had bound him for decades

shattered. A tempestuous surge o energy erupted from Pontus, powerful as a storm, washing over him in a wave of exhilaration, "So, this is what it means to be a grandmaster..." he mused, lightly clenching his fist as he savored the newfound strength coursing through

his body.

With a fierce glint in his eyes, he charged at Matthew, who met his gaze with a fire ignited within him. They battled fiercely, their momentum creating winds strong enough to crack the earth beneath them.

Half an hour later, Pontus came to a halt. His body could no longer suppress the effects of the poison, and despite the determination blazing in his eyes, he could only embrace the bitter taste of regret.

"I never said you could die," Matthew replied, his voice steady yet laced with an unspoken understanding of their shared struggle.