Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 1997

When the car stopped by the side of the road, Matthew exited the vehicle.

Regardless of how prepared he was, the murderous aura that emanated from Master Levi was as

oppressive as a gigantic hand. It was as if a gigantic hand had wrapped its fingers around his neck and

strangled him.

However, before he could catch his breath, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and a

terrifying sense of impending danger swept over him. Then, he immediately threw himself to the ground

and rolled to the side. When he looked up, he noticed a few darts sticking out of the ground in the same

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An assassin's weapon? Suddenly, Matthew's thoughts raced through the people he had met, and the

only person he could think of who might have used such a weapon was Black Robe, who had worked

for Master Levi. Still, if Master Levi had intended to kill him, there was no reason to wait, and the deed

could have been carried out inside the room earlier. So, why did he bother to go through all the trouble?

Suddenly, darts were thrown in his direction before he could even gather his thoughts.

Afterward, he slipped his hand inside his clothes, and out of thin air, three silver needles materialized in

his hand. Clink! Clink! Clink! The crisp sound of metal on metal echoed through the air as the darts hit

the ground.

"Could it be that you've recovered?"

When Matthew turned to see who had spoken, he saw a Black Robe woman perched high in a nearby

tree. Since the veil covered her face, he couldn't see her clearly.

"What is this? Did Master Levi change his mind and send you to kill me instead?" Following that, he

cautiously tightened his grip on his sword scabbard.

"Ha! Don't think about getting information from me. I am the one who seeks your demise, not Master

Levi." As soon as the woman uttered those words, she leaped from the tree. Then, she drew a dagger

as she dashed toward him.

A look of bewilderment spread across his face at that response, and Matthew mused, There is no bad

blood between this woman and me, and we are not at odds. Why is she planning to ambush and

murder me?

So, he decided to act when he sensed she emanated murderous intent. Then, his right hand formed a

claw as he sprinted toward her.

However, the Black Robe woman did not hold back as they exchanged blows, leaving him gasping for

air due to her swift movements, agility, and sharp blade.

Is she serious about killing me? During the fraction of a second, Matthew was preoccupied with that

thought, and she switched from a stabbing to a slashing motion.

He dodged a fatal blow by turning sideways, but the blade still grazed his chest. In the heat of the

moment, he swiftly lifted his right leg and kicked her in the abdomen.

Although the woman avoided his kick, Matthew managed to keep a safe distance between himself and

her. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain and looked down to see a gash in his coat and a small trickle of

blood. Despite the unscathed state of his meridians, his energy was in the process of healing.

Her skill is admirable, but in my current state, I am no match for her. After considering it, he concluded

that he could no longer be bothered to keep his abilities hidden because he needed to save his life. So,

he positioned his right hand on the hilt of his sword and initiated the attack.

Concurrently, she swung her dagger around and charged at him. Now... Die!

When the Black Robe woman was several feet from him, Matthew removed Bloodreaper from its

sheath and brandished it. Soon, an invisible sword wave of energy slashed through the air and split it

into two. Then, he watched in disbelief as she sidestepped the blow that was intended to be fatal.

Her reaction reveals that she has prior knowledge of the sword's energy. How is this possible? The

crown prince, Salazar, and I are the only people who know Bloodreaper's secret. I refuse to believe that

either of them would betray me. He froze in his tracks as his thoughts raced from the shock.

Then, the Black Robe woman exclaimed in surprise, "I can't believe your hara meridian has recovered."

Afterward, as if to allay Matthew's wariness, she returned to the tree.

"Who the hell are you?" As he tightened his grip on his speckled sword, he barked the question

interrogatively.

"There's no need to be so angry, brat. Your current condition suggests that the assault must have taken

a significant toll on you, right? So, be a good boy and answer me, or you might die." As she spoke, her

icy, murderous aura filled the air.