The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 582 - : Breakthrough in the Face of Battle_1
Chapter 582: Chapter 582: Breakthrough in the Face of Battle_1
Thud!
In an empty room, an elderly body heavily fell to the ground, falling into ama.
Meanwhile, on a stage hundreds of meters away, where heuld only defend passively, Greg Jensen suddenly shuddered.
Although his body was still very weak, his mind became clear, and his vigor quickly returned.
“Kid, I’m going to make you wish youuld neither live nor die today!”
Drake Stuart failed to notice Greg Jensen’s unusual state. At this moment, he was immersed in the pleasure of exacting his revenge.
Although heuld have used his most powerful move to defeat Greg Jensen, he chose to slash at him repeatedly, in order to torture Greg Jensen.
Just seeing Greg Jensen blown away by the tremendous force filled his heart with a sense of refreshment and satisfaction.
He had decided that he would exhaust Greg Jensen to death, to vent the hatred in his heart.
“Die!”
Drake Stuart raised his knife again and was about to bring down the same simple Splitting Mountain with Strength move from above, when he saw Greg Jensen lift his head and stare at himldly.
The clearldness in his bright eyes, where was any hint of his previous drowsiness?
“You…”
Drake Stuart was momentarily stunned and instinctively glanced in the direction of the snd-floor pavilion, because logically, the curse should not have worn off so quickly.
Before heuld understand the reason, he suddenly felt nature’s spiritual energy rushing towards Greg Jensen.
Greg Jensen had been tormented by the curse until all the True Qi in his body had been expended, leaving himmpletely empty.
But at this moment, as soon as he began to operate the Guidance Technique to replenish some True Qi, the surrounding Spiritual Energy rushed to him like floodwaters.
Whoosh!
In an instant, a violent wind arose, and the increasingly ferocious nature’s spiritual energy actually formed a spinning pillar of wind.
And at the center of that wind pillar was Greg Jensen!
“What is this…”
Issac Grey and others stood up hastily upon witnessing this scene, their eyes wide with shock.
At that moment, everyone on the field was dumbfounded.
Having roamed the martial world for decades, they had never seen such a bizarre occurrence.
On the stage, Drake Stuart was also stunned. He did not know what to do in the face of the wind pillar that was about five meters high.
He knew he should stop Greg Jensen quickly, but he didn’t dare act rashly.
This was a wind pillar formed by nature’s spiritual energy. One misstepuld result not only in failure to disrupt it but also in severe injury to himself.
While he was still at a loss, the wind pillar rapidly shrank, revealing a slightly disheveled figure at itsre.
It was Greg Jensen!
At this moment, although his clothes were tattered, his posture was erect, like a sharp sword, his whole body radiating an aura of sharpness.
The bright eyes flashed with a fierce, chilling light.
“Boss!”
“Greg!”
Seeing Greg Jensen standing up, Thomas Lampe, Louisa Burley, and others immediately felt a surge of excitement.
Greg Jensen turned his head and smiled at them. Then, he lookedldly at Drake Stuart and said, “Drake Stuart? This isn’t our first meeting, is it?”
As Drake Stuart pondered what had gone wrong, he heard Greg Jensen’s words and ald smile surfaced on his somber face:
“Right! Last time you were lucky, but you won’t be so fortunate this time!”
Greg Jensen ffed, “But I feel that my luck has always been pretty good?”
“Fine, then try taking another one of my slashes!”
Before Drake Stuart had finished speaking, the long knife in his hand fiercely came slashing over.
This slash was as swift as lightning and,nsidering the close distance between them, it was almost like a sneak attack.
Still, not a hint of paniculd be seen on Greg Jensen’s face.
With the wind blowing, his body seemed to drift away as he smoothly shifted a meter to the side, easily dodging Drake Stuart’s slash.
“My turn!”
Greg Jensen’s body didn’t stop; leveraging the force of his step, he turned and swung the Twilight Snow Knife in an arc, chopping down fiercely. His speed was actually several times faster than Drake Stuart’s, even producing a sonic boom.
Moreover, the timing of this knife strike was incredibly cunning, perfectlyinciding with the moment when Drake Stuart’s move had aged, with his new strength not yet born and his old strength almost exhausted.
In his urgency, Drake Stuartuld only raise his sword to meet it.
Clang!
He felt an irresistible forceming at him, shaking him so much he nearlyuldn’t hold onto his sword.
Just as he was secretly relieved that he had enough strength, he suddenly heard a faint sound of cracking.
Crack…
Drake Stuart was stupefied, looking down only to see that his Magic Artifact Precious Sword now had tiny, dense cracks all over it.
Before heuld react, Greg Jensen’s snd strike had arrived.
Instinctively, Drake Stuart raised his sword again, trying to block the knife, but just as he lifted his hand, he realized something was wrong. Wanting to withdraw, it was already too late.
Clang!
Crack!
The moment the two blades madentact, Drake Stuart’s sword immediately shattered intountless fragments, which, propelled by the force, scattered in all directions like hundreds of hidden weapons.
Pff pff pff!
Several fragments, catching Drake Stuart off guard, pierced directly into his body, causing him such pain that he grimaced.
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The very next snd, Greg Jensen’s third knife was upon him.
Drake Stuart, terrified out of his wits, rolled away like a lazy donkey, barely avoiding the knife.
Bang!
After a dull thud, the specially laid alloy floor of the ring was chopped with a crack as thick as a thumb.
Hiss!
The audience in the standsuldn’t help but draw a sharp breath!
They had no time to mock Drake Stuart; if those three strikes had landed on them, they likely would have fared worse than him.
Before Drake Stuartuld get up, Greg Jensen’s knife was upon him again.
One strike was faster than the next, forcing Drake Stuart into arner, as pitiful as a homeless dog.
The crowd, watching Drake Stuart being relentlessly chased by Greg Jensen, suddenly felt a sense of deja vu.
It was only moments later that they realized, wasn’t this what Drake Stuart had once done to Greg Jensen?
“This is tit for tat!”
“People who are bent on revenge like this, you must never let them off in the future, or they will cause big trouble.”
“You’re talking about Barry Wolfe? Hah, it’s still uncertain whether he’ll even survive.”
“What, youuld kill him?”
“I…”
The person speaking looked at the utterly disheveled Drake Stuart and suddenly lost his words, at the same time resolving in his heart to never provoke Barry Wolfe in the future.
On the ring.
With no other options, Drake Stuartuld only run circles around the ring.
His face burned, and his heart was filled with unbearable frustration.
Considering himself a rare talent of the century, from a young age, everyone agreed that he would inevitably bme a master of the path.
When had he ever been in such an embarrassing situation?
And in front of so many people, no less!
Drake Stuart felt an intense rage heuldn’t vent; the accumulated pressure was reaching a breaking point.
Just when he thought he was going to die of anger, suddenly, he felt lighter, as if he had broken through a barrier, and his heart instantly became unburdened.
Had he broken through?
The next snd, a wild wind rose.
“Hahaha, I’ve broken through!”
Riding the momentum of the wild wind, Drake Stuart soared into the air, looking down at Greg Jensen from on high, and said, “I am now a master of the path, what can you do to me now?!”
