Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2078 Sudden Conflict

In the backyard of Renew Pharmaceuticals, the lively atmosphere of meeting each other for the first thad

subsided. The hidden sect disciples participating in the competition had returned to their daily routine of

cultivation by now. They spent their tprescribing various medicine, practicing martial arts, and exchanging

knowledge with each other while waiting for the Holy Doctor Competition to begin. However, their peaceful time

was disrupted that day.

Yanic Gorbick was the leader of this operation. As soon as his subordinates found the location of Matthew's

temporary residence, he immediately led his men directly to the backyard.

At that moment, the people in the backyard were busy working on their respective tasks. Upon noticing the

unfamiliar men who had abruptly barged into the backyard, several stood up to confront the strangers.

"Who are you?"

"This place is the exclusive residence for the hidden sects. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Yanic had always been a bad-tempered and impulsive man. When he heard the cold tone coming from these

people, his temper instantly kindled into a raging fire.

However, his subordinate hurriedly grabbed his arm before he could strike a move. "Yanic, these people are

hidden sect disciples. The consequences would be dire if we harmed them."

His subordinate's advice made sense, so he suppressed his rage. "The main reason for our visit today is Matthew

Larson. | hope you guys won't cause unnecessary trouble for yourselves."

The hidden sect disciples were young men, and the tempers of young men often flared easily. Thus, their

expressions immediately turned ugly upon hearing his threat. "Cause unnecessary trouble? This is the first time

anybody has ever dared to be so arrogant toward us. Get lost! This place does not welcyou."

Yanic clenched his fists tightly and responded in a chilly voice, "It looks like you don't plan to showsome

respect.

As soon as the words left his mouth, one of Mountain Breeze Sect's disciples, Easton Barnes, rushed forward.

"F*ck you." Then, he slammed his fist forward and punched Yanic in the cheek. Yanic was caught off guard by the

sudden assault. Not to mention, his opponent was not weak either. Hence, he took the full brunt of the punch.

"Yanic! Yanic!"

"Yanic, are you okay?"

He raised his palm to dismiss their concern and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. When he tasted

the faint tang of blood, his expression turned wild and unruly. "Hahahaha! Not bad! Guys, teach them a lesson! If

anything happens, | will take full responsibility!"

Following the command, the young men from the Thunder Clan charged forward without hesitation. By then,

they no longer cared that the other party was disciples of various hidden sects. It was better to make the first

move, for peace talks could clater.

On the other hand, only about twenty hidden sect disciples were present. Furthermore, less than half had any

achievements in martial arts. Attacked by nearly a hundred people, they immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Knowing they were badly outnumbered by the enemy, Easton desperately shouted, "Little monk, cout and

help us!"

Following his shout, a door opened, and a tiny monk walked out from one of the rooms.

The Thunder Clan members were consumed by bloodlust at that point, so they did not even care who their

opponent was anymore. As long as the other party was not one of their own, there was no need to waste time

reasoning. They simply rushed forward and bludgeoned the other party.

"Am"

Before the little monk could finish his chant, several fists cblasting toward his face. The wind seemingly

appeared beneath his feet, and his figure shifted backward gently, almost like a ghost gliding across the ground.

Poof!

The punches landed on empty air. Then, the Thunder Clan members charged forward once more.

Unexpectedly, no matter how they tried to attack the little monk, he evaded their blows like a slippery eel; they

could not even touch the fabric of his clothes. Even so, the other struggling hidden disciples suddenly became

anxious.

"Little monk, don't just dodge their attacks! Defeat them! Cut them down!"

To their dismay, the little monk pressed his palms together and responded seriously while simultaneously

avoiding the attacks. "Amitabha... My teacher taughtthis as a believer in Buddhism, | can only practice

martial arts to strengthen my body. | must not use it to commit violence."

"Uh..." His response instantly left the hidden sect disciples feeling ashamed.

They knew that the monk might seem weak and gentle in appearance, but he had a stubborn personality. Once

he decided on something, nothing could make him change his mind. Hence, they abandoned the notion of trying

to persuade him otherwise.

Afterward, Easton spun around on the spot and shouted a question, "Where is Roland? Where did he go? What

about Mr. Whitford?"

Roland of Shrewsdon Valley Sect and Matthew's bodyguard, Salazar, were currently the strongest among them in

terms of combat ability. However, there was no sign of them at the moment.

One of the disciples nearby, who was in the know, responded, "They went behind the mountain to spar with each

other not long ago."

"Damn it! What terrible timing!" Easton cursed. Then, he continued to repel the enemies rushing at him.

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