Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3709

The moment Matthew spoke, a wave of shock rippled through both sides, even catching Ryan off guard.

Why does he have to come out now? Ryan groaned silently. It's chaotic enough as it is.

The other three stewards standing with Ryan shared his confusion and frustration.

What's Matthew thinking? they wondered.

This isn't a movie. This is a real fight. How can he even suggest postponing it?

Does he think his daughter's sleep is really more important than winning this battle?

Ronny's men shook their heads, baffled by Matthew's sudden appearance at such a critical moment.

Ryan grabbed Matthew firmly, pulling him aside.

"Hey, what are you doing? This isn't a movie, man. We're about to go to war. Get back to bed before you get someone killed," Ryan said, his voice low but tense.

Matthew said nothing. Ryan started to think maybe he was sleepwalking.

Meanwhile, the Serania family erupted into laughter at Matthew's words.

"Hey Ryan, did you know you've got a moron on your side?" Selkis jeered.

"Did you hear that? We woke his little girl! Ha!"

Selkis doubled over, laughing so hard he almost lost his breath.

He didn't notice the deadly cold flare igniting in Matthew's eyes.

At that moment, Ariya stirred uneasily in Matthew's arms, disturbed by the noise.

Her soft pink cheeks brushed restlessly against his arm, and her delicate brows furrowed with discomfort.

Matthew gently laid Ariya on his shoulder and softly patted her back.

"Shh." Selkis suddenly raised a finger to his lips, signaling silence to his troops.

His men quieted immediately.

"Keep it down when you laugh," Selkis sneered. "Don't wake his daughter."

Selkis didn't hesitate. He spun and fled with his men, heads ducked low.

But barely a few steps away, the officers who had mocked Matthew moments ago dropped instantly, their heads severed.

Only stunned silence remained on the battlefield. Ronny's forces stood frozen, dumbstruck by the sudden shift.

Was this it? After all the tension, the storm of the four stewards' wrath was crushed before it could even rise.

They no longer doubted Matthew. Their eyes shone with awe, as if he were a god bathed in holy light.

Ryan felt a flicker of recognition.

That glow ... I've seen it before, he thought. It was the same dazzling sword light from the Medusa Warship, the one that lit every face on the burning vessel.

Now, that same light shielded them again, saving every soldier under Ronny's command.

"Matthew... thank you," Ryan said, voice thick with emotion. He struggled to find words that matched his shock.