The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 698 - An Irresistible Trend_1
Chapter 698: Chapter 698: An Irresistible Trend_1
Chapter 698 -698: An Irresistible Trend_1
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The poison liquid rapidly transformed into a cloud of mist as if it were a net descending from heaven, its speed akin to lightning.
And with the attack coming from both sides, Greg Jensen’s retreat was almost instantly cut off.
“Hmm?”
He furrowed his brows tightly, formed his hand into a sword gesture, and intended to forcibly use Limitless Swordplay to disperse the toxic mist.
However, soon, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he extended his little finger, applying the Cultivation Technique of Poison Immersion Finger.
Buzz buzz buzz—
The poison mist trembled between his little finger and began to be absorbed at the fingertip little by little.
Visible to the naked eye, his entire little finger turned black, the toxins concentrated in one area, seemingly wanting to spread to the rest of his body.
Fortunately, under the suppression of the spell of Poison Immersion Finger, the volatile poisons were quickly calmed and fully controlled within a small area to circulate.
Greg Jensen swallowed hard, knowing that just absorbing the toxins with his fingertip to make a Poison Immersion Finger was merely the first step.
The next crucial step was to refine all the toxins, integrate them with his own body, while making sure they did not harm his foundation.
While moving slowly forward, he began to refine these toxins.
Before long, the blackish-red poison liquid merged with his fingertip, and the skin color returned to normal, seemingly indistinguishable from his other fingers.
But as soon as Greg Jensen silently operated Poison Immersion Finger, his entire palm would emanate a layer of black aura.
It could be said that he could instantaneously use boxing, palm techniques, or even finger techniques to cleverly eject these toxins.
He glanced at his palm and casually patted a tree in front of him.
Sssss—
Suddenly, the surface of the entire bark began emitting green smoke, the potent toxin corroding it like sulfuric acid.
So much so that in no time at all, the trunk he touched bore a hollow corroded into it.
This was merely a touch; if he used all his strength, the effect of a punch would be undoubtedly explosive, often catching the enemy off guard during combat and leaving them defenseless.
“Tsk tsk, the technique is somewhat insidious, but the effect is indeed undeniable!”
Greg Jensen nodded in satisfaction and continued to hasten his pace.
During this period, he encountered several similar sneak attacks from toxic snakes.
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Unfortunately, all were instantly killed by him, which allowed him to extract their toxins to further enhance his Poison Immersion Finger.
Each time he operated the Cultivation Technique, the color of his palm gradually deepened from its original pale blue.
After refining nearly thirty or so snakes, his entire palm turned a dark ink black.
However, this time he did not test the potency of the toxins.
The toxin from just two snakes was enough for him to corrode through a tree trunk in an instant; it wasn’t hard to imagine the power of the combined toxins from over thirty snakes.
He planned to keep it as a trump card for emergencies, as there was no need to reveal Poison Immersion Finger too early in the usual sparring.
Thump!
Just then, a huge commotion suddenly came from not far away.
Greg Jensen followed the sound and saw a plume of black smoke rising from deep within the jungle a hundred meters away, as if something had exploded there.
“Could it be that someone has found some treasure?”
Joy flashed in Greg Jensen’s eyes as he resolved to check it out.
If there truly were a treasure emerging, he did not mind using his sneaky tricks again to stealthily snatch it away; it wouldn’t be a waste of much time.
Thus, he donned the Concealed Battle Robe once more, hiding his aura and figure, and took to Dragon Walk, swiftly weaving through the dense forest.
Before long, hiding behind a large rock, he saw a group of people encircling two individuals from a distance.
Crucially, he recognized both of the surrounded individuals—they were none other than Snake and Boar!
Greg Jensen’s brow furrowed, a killing intent gradually began to permeate the air.
“Ha, it really is a small world when enemies cross paths!”
…
Five minutes earlier.
“Bastard!”
The representative of Cherrywood, Charles Smith, gritted his teeth as he glared at the surrounded bastards from Dragon King’s Palace and cursed furiously, saying:
“Where exactly is your Dragon King? If you don’t want to die a horrible death, you’d better come clean. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!”
Previously, after they had entered the cave, they had been searching for resources everywhere.
They had found quite a few herbs and Elixirs, including some high-quality Magic Artifacts.
But they never expected to encounter a sneak attack by a poison fog before they could lead their team to retreat.
In just a short moment, over thirty Samurai from Cherrywood had died.
After a pursuit, they discovered that it was the vipers from Dragon King’s Palace who were causing mischief in the shadows.
They had chased them all the way here, now surrounding the few remaining members of Dragon King’s Palace.
“That’s right! Your Dragon King is definitely doomed this time, I would advise you to stop resisting futilely!”
“Even if you don’t tell us now, once we find him, dying at our hands is just a matter of sooner or later!”
“Heh heh, as long as you cooperate with us willingly, once we have control over Dragon King’s Palace, we might consider letting you continue to lead!”
The rest of the Samurai from Cherrywood glared menacingly at the vipers and wild boars, their faces red with a mixture of excitement and anger, using both threats and enticements.
Unfortunately…
They had greatly underestimated the loyalty of Dragon King’s Palace to the Dragon King.
Especially the viper and wild boar who had always been close to the Dragon King, how could they not understand, that betraying the Dragon King at this moment would result in a fate far worse than death?
Besides, how could the likes of these little devils from Cherrywood have the qualifications to shake the foundation of Dragon King’s Palace in the Eight Countries of the Southeast?
It’s utterly absurd, a fool’s dream!
With this in mind, the viper frowned and took the lead to curse:
“Wanting to kill the Dragon King? Hmph, you bunch of short devils also need to take a good look at yourselves in the mirror!”
The wild boar, also speaking with righteous indignation, said: “That’s right! Since we’ve fallen into your hands, we’ll simply perish together with you if need be. If you think we’ll submit to your Cherrywood, dream on!”
As they spoke, the two looked at each other, their faces unconsciously turning extremely ugly.
After all, they had only just met, and each had only gathered around a dozen followers from Dragon King’s Palace.
Unfortunately, after a fight with these people from Cherrywood, most of them had died or been injured, leaving only six or seven men.
Facing the encirclement of the enemy, escaping was as hard as ascending to the heavens.
But there was no choice, they lived as people of Dragon King’s Palace, they would die as ghosts of Dragon King’s Palace.
Asking them to betray the Dragon King was even harder than asking them to die!
“Viper, stop wasting words with them! Let’s make our move together, whoever can escape, relies on their own skills. When we see the Dragon King later on, we’ll avenge our brothers with him!”
The next second, Wild Boar bellowed furiously, his hands coming together instantly as he frantically summoned the Bloodline Power within him.
With a hum, his body hair grew rapidly, turning him into a hairy beast in the blink of an eye.
And this body hair was extremely tough, becoming soft or hard at his will, each strand looking like a barbed spike.
His eyes bulging with rage, he fixed his glare on these beasts from Cherrywood, his steps booming loudly as he dragged his heavy body, charging straight at them head-on.
His ferocity was unstoppable, and he seemed ready to lay down his life, carrying a clear intent of mutual destruction.
