Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 1921

Matthew and Salazar perked up. So, that's really Voodoo? They weren't lying?

The warrior leaped out into the darkness and pounced at Lord Voodoo like a panther. He tried to land a hit on the escapee, but Lord Voodoo wouldn't let that happen. He rolled away from the attack and bounced back up, tossing a handful of powder at the warrior.

The warrior had good reflexes, naturally. He took a few steps back and leaped onto the wall. He had sensed the danger posed by the powder, and he quickly whipped out a piece of black cloth to block the powder out.

Macon went with a more direct approach to defense. He simply backed into the house and slammed the door shut.

The powder rained down on the flowerbeds. The very moment it touched the flowers, they wilted and shriveled like they had gone for weeks without any water or sunlight.

Salazar's eyes went wide. "What kind of bug is that?"

"Not a bug." Matthew explained, "Poison. Eats through your skin like it's nothing. Lethal, but the powder affects everyone and everything it touches, including the user. There's no antidote, so it's usually used as a last resort. Emphasis on last."

Salazar was sure Matthew wasn't lying. Some of the powder had touched Lord Voodoo's skin, and Salazar saw the powder eating through his skin rapidly.

But Lord Voodoo wouldn't sit by idly as his poison ate away at him. He whipped out a dagger and cut off the rotten part of his skin, halting the poison's process of killing him, and then he turned to jump out of the courtyard.

However, the warrior was faster. He blocked Lord Voodoo's escape route and swung his unsheathed katana down.

Matthew and Salazar approached the battlefield. Through the window, they saw that warrior taking out a little bottle from Lord Voodoo's pocket. He opened it and popped a few pieces of… fruit onto his hand. Crimson fruit.

An excited Macon gushed, "That's the stuff! All nine pieces of Stargulf's fruit! We got the b*stard before he could even eat any of them!"

The warrior's eyes glinted. Happily, he nodded and tucked the bottle into his pocket.

Just then, Lord Voodoo, who was lying on the floor, roared, "Nobody steals from Lord Voodoo! Now, die!" A loud bang then shook the house. White smoke billowed into the air and enveloped the premise. Matthew and Salazar thought some sort of bomb was set off.

Their eyes went wide. Just when they were about to swoop in and steal the fruit, Lord Voodoo threw another wrench in their plans. Drats. He was prepared to drag his assailants down with him.