Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3563

A light breeze stirred across the open sea, brushing away the tension that had been building moments before. Even the stiffest shoulders on the deck began to

ease.

Aboard the Medusa Gang's warship, Matthew stood quietly, one hand casually resting on the hilt of his sword, Bloodreaper. His face revealed nothing; it remained serene and inscrutable, much like a bottomless ancient well.

Nearby, the man in the loud floral shorts felt a sudden jolt of unease. A cold sweat trickled down his back. Something in him screamed, If that sword comes out, we are all done for.

"Fire!" he shouted without hesitation, snatching a pistol from the table beside him. His finger squeezed the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out across the deck. His face lit up with excitement. That's it—I made my choice, and he should be dead now.

Yet, before the echo faded, a sharp metallic ring cut through the noise.

Clang!

A blinding flash of sword energy sliced through the bullet mid-air, splitting it cleanly in two. The energy didn't stop. It shot forward, fast as lightning, and pierced the man's neck in a single, fluid motion.

of soldiers behind him. Each one had their weapon raised, but none got the chance to fire. The

the man in floral shorts patted his body, searching for any wounds. His mouth curled

a fighter. I thought that light meant you were someone

His voice trailed off.

between his fingers. The realization hit him—his head was already separated from his

die, I'll..." He never

a heavy thud. Moments later, the rest of the soldiers collapsed, their throats

at the mess, his expression cold with disgust. "Filthy souls.

inside his coat, he pulled out a small glass bottle. He turned it slightly, letting the wind catch the white powder inside

particles floated through the air, landing on

Sizzle.

The fire didn't spread to the deck or anything nearby-it only clung

no

the underground medical world as Purifying Dust, was rare and deadly. Just a sprinkle could set a body ablaze, burning it clean away while leaving

Who is

still drawn. His jaw was tight, and his eyes stayed locked the scene before him. It felt

Medusa Gang fighters were wiped

scattered prisoners stared in disbelief. Then, someone started cheering and