Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 1977

After a while, Salazar came back with an old book in his hand.

Comparing the words on the long sword to the book, he quickly flipped through the pages. "This word means blood, and this word means reaper, so that makes it blood reaper...'

Salazar was stunned all of a sudden. Even the book he was holding slipped out of his hand.

"Huh? What's wrong, Sal? Doesn't that just mean blood reaper? Aren't you overreacting?"

As the crown prince spoke, he began to swing Salazar's arm. "Hey, Sal, don't leave us hanging. What the hell is this blood reaper?"

After being shaken out of his reverie, Salazar fell into a state of panic.

"T-This sword... I-It is an ancient divine weapon!"

Half-kneeling on the ground, he stretched out his hands dramatically and gently stroked the sword with trembling fingertips.

Before Matthew could ask anything, Salazar started muttering to himself, "Legend has it that in ancient times, heaven and earth bred ten swords. Each of these swords was an existence that was capable of splitting the sky and land, as well as shattering the mountains and rivers. A divine presence is channeled through the sword, so whoever takes control over it will combine with the mind and soul of the divine weapon until both souls are one."

"One of the swords is called the Bloodreaper, and the Bloodreaper is the Sword of the King."

After hearing Salazar's explanation, the crown prince and Matthew felt as if they had just listened to a fairy tale as they nodded their heads, not fully fathoming the whole idea.

"Sal, isn't that story too superficial? Besides, this sword is freaking heavy, but it produces a light 'cling' sound when it fell to the ground. How do you explain that?" Staring at the Bloodreaper on the ground, the crown prince inquired curiously.

"Well, I'm not sure about that, but whatever I know comes from the books. I initially thought it was just a legend too, and I never expected it to actually exist." Salazar shook his head and expressed his lack of knowledge of the sword.

"But I do remember something from the books. The Bloodreaper contains immense power. Only a truly ambitious man will be able to initiate an interaction with the sword spirit and thus control the sword, swing the sword like a feather, and put it down without effort. The Bloodreaper will become one with its owner, and if the owner dies, the sword dies, or vice versa. They will depend their lives on each other for a lifetime!"

The crown prince widened his eyes in astonishment. Currently, his gaze was filled with endless yearning and amazement.

"Wanna give it a go, Matt? Based on Salazar's explanation, whoever is able to draw the sword will be able to elevate their status."

Matthew nodded in response.

Looking at the long sword on the ground, he intended to give it another try.

A truly ambitious man, you say? I wonder if my identity as the Lord of Eastshire is worthy of owning this sword.

Following a shudder, he exuded an aura of superiority.

Clenching his fingers, Matthew embraced the hilt of the sword.

This time, he could feel a slight movement in the Bloodreaper, but the overwhelming weight was still holding him back from pulling it upward.

Even through his palms, he could sense a special wave moving through the long sword.

It felt as if the sword was despising him for being too weak.

"Although I am now only the Lord of Eastshire, I shall hike with you up the mountains, dive with you down to the sea, and together, we will take control over the world as long as you obey me! When the day comes, I shall become King, and you shall become Sword Sovereign. Dare to give it a try?"

The moment his voice fell, the sword loosened.

Following a loud growl from Matthew, he used up all his might until green veins bulged on his forearm.

"Come on! Argh!"

He had overexerted his body without the protection of essential Qi. On his right arm, his skin appeared chapped, but Matthew did not give up. Instead, he put his left hand on the hilt of the sword as well. "Surrender to me!"

Under his hoarse growl, a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

Simultaneously, the blood on his arms flowed continuously to the sword along his fingers.

The Bloodreaper started loosening again.

Clenching his teeth, he lifted the sword higher and higher until it hung above the ground entirely.

He did it!

Showing his blood-stained teeth, Matthew gradually flopped to the ground.

At this moment, a mysterious spiritual energy that came from the Bloodreaper penetrated his body along the palm of his hand.