Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3127

Matthew hurriedly helped Lucius to his feet. The sect master had been kind to him, and he couldn't blame him for this situation.

After sweeping his gaze across the surrounding elders, Matthew spoke commandingly, "Elders, I do not blame you for your thoughts. In fact, I admire your concern. However, you should not have pressured your sect master and allowed yourselves to be manipulated!"

Matthew's words struck the elders like a slap in the face, making them hang their heads in shame.

"Feather Army, assemble!"

At once, a group of well-equipped soldiers emerged from various corners, forming ranks behind Matthew. Clad in brown camouflage uniforms, wearing 20-pound iron-plated bulletproof vests, short blades strapped to their calves, and holding the latest firearms with pistols at their waists for close combat. The large feather insignia on their uniforms marked them as Matthew's personal guards, the Feather Army.

Every member of this elite force had been rigorously selected and trained. Matthew had invested great effort in their development, providing them with specialized diets and medicinal baths. They were formidable special forces warriors.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The battle cries of the 10 thousand Feather Army soldiers resonated like the roar of 100 thousand.

"Feather Army, follow me into battle!"

Matthew led the charge, embodying the soul of the unit. His grandmaster-level aura fully unleashed, his Ghost Mask once again donned. An endless killing intent emanated from him, making it seem as if countless vengeful spirits followed him.

Outside Basha's Sacred Mount, Enzo stood waiting, confident that the sect wouldn't risk annihilation to protect Matthew.

Under the array's protection, Matthew's ten thousand Feather Army soldiers fought relentlessly, ignoring injuries and counterattacking fiercely. Each soldier could take on four or five enemies alone, leaving no chance for heavy firepower like tanks.

Seeing the carnage, Enzo instinctively touched his Flexsteel Armor and the Silversting at his waist, calming his anxious heart slightly. "Matthew, you think you can stand in the way of Night Vine's business?! You're still too green for that! Were you prematurely pulled from your mother's womb? Hahaha!"

Matthew, with his Ghost Mask on, glared at Enzo, channeling his nimbus and charging toward him with full force.

Sensing Matthew's approach, Enzo quickly drew his flexible Silversting from his waist, its blade reflecting the sunlight brilliantly.