Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 2075 The Disciple Understands

Drizzle fell steadily yet gently. Old Mr. Bane relished in tea while staring at Matthew, still standing on

the lawn. He articulated the question in his head aloud, "Say, do you think he will understand what it

truly means?"

Albert shook his head. "You're putting me in a difficult spot, Old Master Bane. I know nothing about

martial arts. "

Old Mr. Bane gave Albert's excuse an eye roll. "How can you be as shameless as you were back then?

You're getting better at lying."

"I'm innocent, Old Master Bane—" Albert was halfway through his explanation when he sensed the

change in the atmosphere.

Old Mr. Bane set down his teacup, casting his gaze toward the lawn. Under the shade of drizzle,

Matthew slowly opened his eyes as the nimbus boiled in him. Suddenly, he struck a fist forward,

forming a void in the middle of the rain.

After a momentary pause, he took a step forward. A shudder ran through the droplets around him

before he moved exactly like how Old Mr. Bane did. Those postures and aura were almost shadows of

Old Mr. Bane! Not even a drop of rainwater soaked his clothes when Matthew imitated the moves!

"What?"

Unbelievable!

Old Mr. Bane was astonished by how Matthew discovered the profound meaning of the Banes' mixed

martial arts. Back then, it took Old Mr. Bane two weeks to understand the profound meaning that

crowned him a martial art prodigy. Yet, Matthew grasped it within an hour after watching his

demonstration!

"We are old chaps, aren't we? The youngsters are unpredictable nowadays."

It's already frightening enough that no one can top his medical skills when he's only in his early

twenties. Yet, he's gifted in martial arts too? Holy moly. Old Mr. Bane shook his head profusely.

At the same time, Matthew cooled down upon practicing the twelve techniques of mixed martial arts.

The mixed martial arts were indeed insolent and aggressive in nature. Simply put, it needed speed,

accuracy, and power. It was no wonder that the Banes mainly practiced it.

Although it could be called perfect, Matthew felt that something was missing but could not quite put his

finger on it.

"Matt, now that you have understood the meaning of it, you can take your time to practice it. Take

shade and have some warm tea. Not even a body of steel can handle the rain too long." Old Mr. Bane

broke his reverie.

Matthew strode to the desk, and Albert handed him a napkin. "Thank you, Albert."

Old Mr. Bane pushed a cup of tea to Matthew. "I know what's in your head, and you're right about it,

Matt. These twelve techniques are just a part of mixed martial arts. It's not complete."

Matthew nodded and bent over to pour Old Mr. Bane tea without a second thought. "Master Bane."

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