Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Matthew's lips parted slightly, and his calm, steady voice resonated. The scene looked ridiculous. Facing the ruler of the sea, the shark, he didn't flinch or dodge-he simply stood there, composed and unbothered. Crack!

In the next moment, the once-fierce shark abruptly shattered. Its massive, four-meter-long body split cleanly in two as though sliced by an invisible blade, and the lifeless halves splashed into the water. It probably didn't even realize how and why it had died.

...

Blood began to spread in the water.

Matthew turned to the others and said, "Alright, get on board quickly. Once the scent of blood spreads, it won't be safe to stay here."

He was right; a few small dorsal fins had already begun to surface around 300 feet away.

The captain's face grew serious, he nodded briskly, leading the crew onto the boat.

As the catcher boat gradually sailed away, Matthew's fingers curled into a fist, gathering his inner energy.

In an instant, the violent energy caused massive waves to crash across the distant sea, followed by red droplets falling like snowflakes.

The ship kept sailing, even without a captain, as he stood calmly at the bow. Any sharks that dared approached would meet a swift end with a single strike.

His battle with Pontus had pushed him to unleash ninety percent of his strength, leaving him with newfound insights. His power had increased nearly half compared to before.

When he held his ground, reining his aura, he seemed like any other person, almost unremarkable-though perhaps a bit more handsome than most.

As the ship sailed onward, he noticed a faint mist in the distance.

Beyond that white mist lay the West Montiria Islands.

The mist on the sea grew thicker as he sailed on, until a small boat appeared alongside his cruise ship.

"Where are you from? Do you even know where this is?"

Even though the mist obscured visibility, Matthew's sharp eyesight immediately discerned the man's pale face and heard his voick

with fear.

"I've returned from hell," Matthew replied, trying not to sound overly dramatic.

The man, who had been shaking in fear, began to calm down slowly. "Do you have a token?"

Matthew pulled out the token that Stellan had given him and tossed it over.

That man on the small boat swiftly caught it, inspected it carefully, then shouted, "He's one of us!"

As his voice echoed, a boat slightly smaller than Matthew's yacht appeared nearby, bristling with heavy weaponry.

That man on the small boat tossed the token back, and Matthew caught it smoothly, tucking it back into his pocket. "What brings you to this route?"

Matthew kept his expression neutral as he replied, "Just some smuggling."

"Oh, a smuggler, huh? Bold of you. Aren't you afraid I might be disguising a cat?"

'Cats' referred to the troops sent by nations to clear out the islands.

"You're not," Matthew answered curtly.

The smirk on his face began to fade. In a place like this, the ruthless types rarely wasted words. While you're busy running your mouth, they'd just as soon put a bullet in you

"Hey, man! How about paying the island entry fee of fifty thousand Dornia Emerald?"

Upon hearing this, a smile crept across Matthew's face.

Ah... they really think I'm easy to push around-someone they can toy with as they please.

"I don't have fifty thousand dollars here, but do have a thousand pounds of military-grade explosives from Dornia on this boat. You want to give it a shot?"