Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 1979

Time passed quietly during Matthew's recovery.

During this period, he heard the rumors that had been spreading like a virus outside.

He merely lay low and watch the situation unfold.

Restoring his hara was the most important thing to do now. Without strength, everything else was just

empty words.

Although Master Levi and the crown prince of Mightwater vowed to keep Matthew safe as long as they

were still alive, the external forces were like rootless duckweed. Once the flood came, it would

eventually vanish.

Only when he was strong could he find out who was behind the destruction of the Larson Family; only

by wiping the masterminds out could the thousands of dead souls in his family rest in peace.

In the backyard, Matthew quietly stood in the center while holding the long sword.

After these few days of coexistence, he became even more in sync with the Bloodreaper.

It no longer felt like the first time he touched it.

Now, he could at least lift it with his arms.

When the breeze blew and the leaves rustled, he opened his eyes which were filled with ardent killing

intent.

"Hah!" Following a light grunt, he swung his right arm. All of a sudden, a cold gleam of light shone. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

The next second, a muffled sound could be heard.

About a mile away, the two big hugging trees shook, causing a few pieces of leaves to fall from the

branches.

If one approached the trees, one could easily spot the sword mark about two fingers deep on the thick

tree trunk.

Matthew, on the other hand, was already sweating profusely after the blow.

The divine weapon was embedded into the ground about half a foot deep.

Panting heavily, Matthew looked at his masterpiece.

"Phew, I finally recovered my hara."

Feeling the changes in his body, he couldn't help showing a surprised grin.

Although his cultivation base had been greatly reduced to less than one-tenth of his initial strength,

thankfully, his damaged hara and meridians have been restored to their original state thanks to the

mysterious power.

Now, his realm was almost equivalent to the previous level of Divine Skill.

This mysterious force must be the sword energy mentioned by the myth-enthusiast, Salazar.

Just then, Matthew heard hurried footsteps coming his way. The man was none other than Salazar

himself.

"Matthew, there is a man called Zayn Baeddan looking for you outside. He claims to be a miracle

doctor, and judging by his short stature and accent, he should be from Emsgate."

While informing Matthew of the guest, he couldn't help glancing at the Bloodreaper in his hands.

Matthew could only offer him a helpless smile.

Ever since the Bloodreaper recognized its master, Salazar started caring more about it than him.

Whenever an opportunity arose, he would borrow it and study it carefully.

Matthew inserted the long sword into its sheath, causing the sword spirit to dissipate following the

surge of sword energy in his hara.

Then, Matthew handed the Bloodreaper to him.

Salazar shook his head and gestured at the wooden table beside him. He wanted Matthew to put the

divine weapon on the table.

Although he was strong and had extraordinary skills, he wasn't brazen enough to take the Bloodreaper

which contained immense power.

"I don't mind it at all!"

After saying that, Matthew tossed the sword to Salazar.

"Ah—"

In a panic, Salazar dodged immediately.

"This is too serious to take it as a joke."

Matthew shook his head with a mysterious smile.

"I can already control the immense power contained in the sword. As long as I don't trigger the sword

spirit, it is only a normal sword."

"Really?"

A spark shone in Salazar's eyes as he reached out to touch the sword.

Sure enough, Matthew was right. He managed to pick it up easily.

In excitement, he drew the sword. Facing the sun, he could see that the sword was stained with rust,

but compared to its original appearance, it obviously looked better. He could see traces of silver light

vaguely.

"Of course. Why would I lie to you?"

Seeing the wry smile on Matthew's face, Salazar sensed something off, but it was too late.

In an instant, the sword spirit was triggered. The weight of the sword hit him all of a sudden. Caught off

guard, he staggered backward, and after letting go of the sword, he plopped onto the ground.

"Matthew Larson!"