The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Innate Grandmaster_1

Seeing several Dark Strength masters charging forward, Glen Wolfe asked with a smile, “Master Curtis, about that Nine Revolutions Muscle Changing Pill you promised me…”

Curtis Milton glanced at him and chuckled, “Rest assured, your role is to deter them. After the success of our plan, your contribution will not be forgotten.”

“Haha, then I thank Master Curtis in advance.”

Glen Wolfe’s smile grew brighter.

In his view, with those Dark Strength masters, Greg Jensen should be easy to deal with, and that Nine Revolutions Muscle Changing Pill would be easily obtained.

Luke Barnett, standing nearby, laughed lightly and said, “Old Wolfe, don’t relax too much. If someone causes trouble, you still need to go and deter them.”

Glen Wolfe slapped his chest and assured, “No problem. If anyone dares to make trouble, I guarantee I’ll make them obedient.”

As Glen Wolfe spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Theresa Locke.

Curtis Milton had told him the night before that Barry Wolfe had somehow recruited Theresa Locke, and asked him to keep an eye on things.

If Theresa Locke and her group intervened, he would have to step in to deter them, to prevent them from acting rashly.

However, as he watched Barry Wolfe clash with those Dark Strength masters, Theresa Locke had yet to make any move.

What was going on?

Could it be that the price Barry Wolfe offered wasn’t high enough, so Theresa Locke was reluctant to take action again?

Curtis Milton and Luke Barnett were also puzzled, but they didn’t pay it too much mind. After all, with Glen Wolfe there, if Theresa Locke’s group decided to act, he would deal with them.

If they didn’t, all the better.

The three of them were confident, each wearing a casual smile on their face, feeling like everything was under control.

However, the next second, screams echoed from the scene.

The three focused their gaze and were immediately stunned.

The Dark Strength masters who had charged at Greg Jensen were now all lying on the ground.

Greg Jensen looked unscathed, glancing at the injured at his feet before raising his head to look at Curtis Milton.

That slightly mocking glance made Curtis Milton’s heart shudder, and he exclaimed in shock, “Could he really be a Grandmaster?”

Glen Wolfe also furrowed his brows, feeling hesitant.

Offending a Grandmaster for a Nine Revolutions Muscle Changing Pill seemed like it might not be worth it after all.

Luke Barnett sneered and charged at Greg Jensen, “Just a half-step to being a Grandmaster, I’ll take you on!”

While others hadn’t seen clearly, he had seen everything. Greg Jensen had first taken care of the first Dark Strength master with a single move and then surprised the others by using an unleashed True Qi technique to attack the remaining experts.

While he was surprised, he wasn’t overly concerned.

For someone of Greg Jensen’s age to have reached half-step to the Master Realm was indeed astonishing.

Yet, this world was never short of geniuses, nor of talents who died young!

Luke Barnett, like his brother, came from a lesser-known family and had been guided by a master when he was young, perfecting his External Martial Arts, the Eagle Claw Skill, to the utmost level.

However, his talent was ultimately not as great as his older brother, Seth Barnett. Thus, even as he grew old, he had only become a half-step Grandmaster.

External Martial Arts are different from the internal; the True Qi is distributed over the skin’s surface, making it as tough as steel, impervious to blades and swords.

His Eagle Claw Skill, unlike other External Martial Arts, could concentrate a portion of True Qi onto the palms.

That made his hands like the talons of an eagle, sharp and hooked, able to tear through skin and flesh in an instant, even capable of cracking bones.

With this skill, the two brothers had made a name for themselves in Healington, with Seth Barnett becoming an Internal Sect Master, and even Luke Barnett securing a position as an honorary elder.

Beyond that, the brothers were also well-known in the martial world.

Luke Barnett swiftly descended from the main stage, paused with a stomp, and leapt into the air towards Greg Jensen. His dark brown palms, shaped like claws, dove for Greg Jensen’s head.

Before he could reach him, the wind from his claw was already felt!

Witnessing this scene, onlookers felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively stepped back several paces as if the eagle’s talons were swooping down on them instead of Greg Jensen.

“Is this the might of a half-step Grandmaster?”

“So terrifying with just one move, the combat prowess of an External Sect Master is truly extraordinary!”

The wind howled like the roar of a wild beast!

“You’re done for!”

Luke Barnett had come to loathe Greg Jensen to the bone; he did not care about any Elixir Prescription and just wanted to kill this so-called suave Magician outright.

As a means of vengeance for the humiliation he suffered!

Under the force of the fierce wind, Greg Jensen looked as if he had been frozen in fear, standing still in his original spot without moving.

Just as the Eagle Claw was about to touch him, Greg slowly raised his head with deliberation, a mocking glint flickering in his star-like eyes.

Luke Barnett hesitated for a moment but did not take it seriously, presuming that Greg was just feigning composure and increased the strength in his hand even more.

At that moment, Greg suddenly put his fingers together as if they were a sword and made a thrusting motion toward him, seemingly slow but actually fast.

On those slender fingers, a dark golden light abruptly appeared!

Innate Grandmaster?

A look of astonishment spread across Luke Barnett’s face.

Barry Wolfe was actually a Grandmaster!

And he wasn’t just any half-step grandmaster like himself; he was a true Innate Grandmaster, who could not only release True Qi externally but also control it and even condense it into a sword-like form.

Shocked, he tried to change his attack, but it was too late. He could only watch in horror as his own palm moved, as if on its own, to meet the golden Sword Qi.

Hisss!

A light sound, who would have thought that the steel-hard Eagle Claw would be punctured by a glistening hole.

“Ah, my hand…”

Luke Barnett screamed in agony, and before he even hit the ground, he felt his throat being grasped by a hand as strong as iron pliers.

The strong hand then tightened relentlessly.

A sensation of suffocation immediately followed.

Luke Barnett gazed at Greg in terror, his mouth opening wide in a vain attempt to breathe, his voice hoarse as he said, “Don’t kill me, I… my big brother is Seth Barnett…”

Crack!

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden tightness in his throat, followed by the clear sound of bones breaking.

Then his body felt as if it had been drained of all strength and slowly collapsed, even his eyelids growing heavy.

Thud!

Luke fell like a rag doll, carelessly discarded by Greg on the ground, quickly falling silent.

Silence!

A deathly silence fell across the arena!

The hundreds in the audience, including Curtis Milton and Glen Wolfe on the high platform, as well as the Wolfe family members standing behind, were as if under an Immobilization Spell, standing frozen in place with faces full of shock.

Theresa Locke, who had intended to persuade Greg to show mercy and spare Luke Barnett’s life to avoid making an enemy of Seth Barnett, was also stunned.

No one expected that Luke, who had trained his External Martial Arts to the brink of the Master Realm, would be defeated by Barry Wolfe with a single move.

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The crowd could only see a blur before Luke was already grasped by the throat by Greg.

Before anyone could plead, his neck had already been crushed.

The entire process was clean and efficient, and Barry appeared as relaxed as if he were merely eating and drinking.

It must be fake?

Was Luke really a half-step grandmaster?

Even Glen Wolfe, also at the brink of the Master Realm, found it hard to believe, even wondering if he was hallucinating.

If Luke was truly a half-step grandmaster, how could he die so easily?

Could Barry Wolfe really be a kind of half-step grandmaster?

But he was only in his twenties. Even if he was a half-step grandmaster, how powerful could he be?

To kill Luke as easily as slaughtering a chicken or a dog?

How could that be possible?