Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"Now, let's welcome the next showdown in the Death Arena: the infamous Bloodhand Butcher and the unexpected dark horse, Matteo Larden!"

The new female announcer stood in the center of the massive arena, her voice echoing through the vast space with infectious energy.

"Bloodhand Butcher!"

"Rip Matteo Larden apart, Bloodhand Butcher!"

"Matteo Larden! You can win this!"

Cheers erupted across the fifth floor, though the majority of the crowd shouted Bloodhand Butcher's name.noveldrama

Despite Matthew's overwhelming victories in his last two matches, most still believed that facing Bloodhand Butcher would result in a brutal death.

Under countless watchful eyes, Matthew stepped onto the arena stage while across from him, a man wearing a steel mask covering half his face appeared.

The moment Bloodhand Butcher laid eyes on Matthew, his lips twisted into a sinister grin-like a predator gazing at helpless prey. His expression betrayed no respect, only the cruel anticipation of tearing apart flesh and bone.

Matthew remained silent. Unlike the previous matches, he no longer intended to exchange blows or prolong the fight. His goal was clear: defeat Bloodhand Butcher as swiftly as possible.

He needed to reach Shaun quickly-extract information about the Marine Corps' shipment and seize control of the Viper Crew under Shaun's command. And to accomplish that, he needed a display of power so overwhelming that no one would dare stand in his way.

Matthew met Bloodhand Butcher's gaze with even eyes. His voice carried cold finality as he spoke. "Step down now, and you live. Stay, and you die."

His words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd.

"Is he actually taunting Bloodhand Butcher?"

"Where the hell did he get that kind of nerve?"

"Just watch. That guy's about to get torn apart piece by piece."

Above the arena, Shaun leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowed in a dark glare. By now, the poison should have taken effect. Yet Matteo stood there, perfectly fine -composed, steady, and utterly unaffected.

That could only mean one thing: he never ate the poisoned food.

Back on the arena floor, Bloodhand Butcher's grin twisted into a snarl, his anger flaring as both the audience's cheers and Matteo's indifference ignited a blaze of fury within him.

"Boy... I'm going to tear your heart, liver, and guts apart-piece by piece."

As the words left his mouth, a murderous aura radiated from his body-dense, suffocating, and heavy with the blood of hundreds he had slaughtered over the years.

Ordinary men would have collapsed, unable to breathe under the sheer weight of his presence. But instead of fear, Matthew's eyes glinted with amusement. This was his first time seeing someone intimidate him with outpouring malice.

After the Montiria War, the mere release of Matthew's aura could chill the air and summon visions of blood-soaked battlefields before a person's eyes. And that was without

wearing the Ghost Mask. With it, the

effect was even more horrifying.

A heartbeat later, Matthew unleashed his murderous aura, and the air shifted instantly.

Bloodhand Butcher's eyes widened, his pupils constricting as the world around him changed.

No... No, no, no!

The arena vanished. Instead, he stood atop a mountain of corpses beneath a sky soaked crimson with blood. The thick scent of death choked his lungs. Limbs and broken weapons lay scattered beneath his feet.

And in the distance-approaching ever closer-was a figure.

Its face was obscured, hidden behind a ghostly mask twisted into a grotesque

grin. Its hollow eyes locked onto Bloodhand Butcher as its mouth opened impossibly wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth.

"No... no... Stay back!"

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To the audience, it seemed as if Bloodhand Butcher had simply locked eyes with Matthew-and in that instant, the notorious butcher lost a composure. His body convulsed as he collapsed onto the floor, losing control of his bowels as he scrambled backward, kicking and clawing at the ground in a frantic attempt to escape.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"