Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 2068 Sparring

"Thank you, Old Master Bane. I guess I'm the only person in Bainbridge to receive the pleasure of

having you pour tea for me." Matthew raised the teacup to down the tea in one go.

Old Mr. Bane, who was sitting opposite him, halted for a moment upon hearing that. Those words were

so familiar that they made him stare at Matthew. He could almost see that man's shadow in Matthew,

the shade of solemnity in that nonchalant character, and the evil-foreboding air hidden under that

untrammeled demeanor.

To manage a big and great family, Old Mr. Bane had an eye for people. Hence, one glance was enough

for him to tell that this young lad before him was saddled with a blood feud, just like how that man did.

The touch of passing time and tide was the only difference between them. That man had reached

another level of maturity while Matthew set about things with vigor. No wonder that brat helps Matthew

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Since Old Mr. Bane was acting out of character, it piqued Matthew's curiosity. "What's wrong, Old

Master Bane? Something on your mind?"

Old Mr. Bane noticed his blunder and quickly regained his composure. "Nothing. I was thinking about

an old friend of mine. I heard you have a martial arts background. Is that right?"

Matthew nodded without a second thought. Based on the Bane Family's networking, it was natural for

Old Mr. Bane to know what happened in the South. Thus, he had no intentions of hiding anything from

Old Mr. Bane.

"Yes, but something happened in the past, and my hara meridian was impaired. It had been restored

some time ago, and I picked up a long sword after that. Still, I don't have a flair for it, so swords are

more difficult for me than fist fights." Matthew set his Bloodreaper atop the coffee table.

As a relic mania, Old Mr. Bane could recognize that Bloodreaper was no ordinary sword. "May I take a

look at it?"

Matthew coolly handed it over to the old man, who drew the sword only to shake his head at the rusty

blade. "What a shame. It's not an ordinary sword, but its nimbus—" Old Mr. Bane suddenly noticed

something surprising as he exclaimed, "Don't tell me… Did you absorb its nimbus? Attaboy! I was

wondering how one can repair an injured hara meridian. The nimbus from ancient swords can do the

trick, huh? Your luck is no joke."

That practical reasoning astonished Matthew. Even if he had masked the Bloodreaper's nimbus, Old

Mr. Bane could see through it right away!

As expected of the most powerful person in Bainbridge. Luckily, he sees the Bloodreaper as a mere

ancient sword.

"You're sharp, Old Master Bane. Luck is truly on my side. Otherwise, I could've become a cripple for

the rest of my life." Matthew laughed it off in an attempt to gloss it over. Since it was closely related that

Bloodreaper was an ancient divine weapon, he did not wish to give the game away.

Old Mr. Bane noticed Matthew's avoidance of the subject, hence the steer of the topic. "Why not we kill

this boredom with a spar?"

Old Mr. Bane had an insight into the reason behind Matthew's hesitation. "What's with that hesitation,

young lad? Are you looking down on me?" Updated at Drаmanovels.com

Fine.