The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Instant Kill_1

“How dare you!”

“Uncle Tyrese, there’s no use talking nonsense with him, just kill him directly!”

Tyrese Gill glanced at Ethan Locke with a somewhat dissatisfied grunt, then assumed a starting stance, stepped forward with quick, short steps, and punched towards Greg Jensen’s face.

Before the fist could reach him, the piercing sound of the fist cutting through the air was already howling towards him.

The knuckles, turned white from the grip, seemed to faintly emit a blue hue, as if they were enveloped by a semi-transparent True Qi.

Is this what they call “restrained but ready to release”?

Just the right moment to test my own strength!

Setting everything else aside and talking about the martial arts alone, Tyrese Gill was definitely the strongest opponent Greg Jensen had ever encountered.

He had no intention of dodging in the slightest, instead he swung his fists and struck out.

It was time to confront his opponent head-on and test his own mettle!

Bang!

Their fists collided with a fierce impact!

The next second, the True Qi contained in their fists erupted simultaneously.

Boom!

An invisible force exploded between the two men.

Greg Jensen was fine, his body only shook a bit, but Tyrese Gill took several steps back before he could steady himself.

From that punch, he felt as if he had hit a steel plate, and at the same time, a True Qi sharp as steel needles penetrated his wrist.

Although the True Qi was driven out of his body, his right hand was still trembling slightly.

He looked at Greg Jensen with a mix of surprise and disbelief, and said hesitantly, “You… How can your cultivation be deeper than mine?”

Greg Jensen knew that his advantage wasn’t due to his strength but primarily to the nature of his True Qi.

One was True Qi developed through normal martial arts training, the other was cultivated according to a Cultivation Technique. Naturally, the intensity of their True Qi was different.

Seeing the astonished look on Tyrese Gill’s face, Greg Jensen put his hands behind his back and slowly walked forward, speaking in an even tone,

“Didn’t you just say it? I had a serendipitous encounter!”

“You… You heard that?”

Tyrese Gill was completely shocked; when he had spoken just now, Greg Jensen was still tangled up with those men in black.

At such a distance, with the scene being incredibly chaotic, and his own voice not loud, how had Greg Jensen heard him?

Could he possibly have developed a pair of ‘wind-assisted ears’?

Just who exactly is this kid?

At this point, Tyrese Gill no longer harbored any trace of underestimation.

Greg Jensen stopped in front of Tyrese Gill and said indifferently,

“Leave, or die!”

Tyrese Gill’s expression tightened, then he suddenly burst into laughter, and after a while, he said, “Eight years ago, if it hadn’t been for Old Master Locke saving me, this worthless life of mine would have been lost.

It seems today, I will have to repay that debt!”

Upon hearing his words, Ethan Locke’s heart sank, and he called out, “Uncle Tyrese…”

Tyrese Gill turned back to look at him and said with a tragic smile, “I had thought about helping you one more time before resuming my wanderings, but now it seems that won’t be happening.

Ethan, run, run as far as you can. Don’t even think about seeking revenge anymore, this person is beyond your ability to deal with.”

Ethan Locke’s expression changed unpredictably, then he clenched his teeth, turned around, and ran away.

Greg Jensen’s expression shifted slightly, and he lifted his foot to chase after him.

“Don’t rush, your opponent is me!”

Tyrese Gill took a fierce step to the side, blocking in front of Greg Jensen, then executed the ‘Black Tiger Steals Heart’ technique, striking with a whistling force.

This move is common in many martial arts traditions and looks ordinary but is capable of great power.

If this strike were to land solidly, at the very least one’s heart could stop suddenly, resulting in fainting, and at worst, the heart could burst, leading to instant death.

A snake that’s not killed can bring ten years of disaster!

Greg Jensen came today with the sole intention of taking Ethan Locke’s life, but he was stopped by Tyrese Gill. Overwhelmed with anger, he waved his hand to block the other’s fist and then lashed out with a kick.

With a thud, Tyrese Gill was sent flying.

Greg Jensen flung his hand and a golden streak of sword light shot out, heading straight for Tyrese Gill’s face.

Without looking back, he chased after the direction Ethan Locke had fled.

Tyrese Gill saw the golden streak but didn’t think much of it because he knew that True Qi had a range limit when released externally.

Typically, True Qi dissipates into nothingness after five steps once it leaves the body.

For a half-step Grandmaster, the range was even shorter, merely two to three steps. Beyond that, it hardly possessed any power.

Tyrese Gill believed that having been kicked by Greg Jensen for seven or eight meters, even if touched by True Qi, wouldn’t do much harm.

So, he paid it no attention.

Just as he planned to get up and chase after Greg Jensen, the golden streak of light had already arrived in front of him.

Then, with a sickening sound, it pierced straight through his chest.

Like a red-hot knife slicing through butter, it passed through smoothly, without any impediment.

Tyrese Gill’s movements stiffened abruptly, and looking down in shock, he saw a bloody hole in his chest, gushing blood profusely.

At the same time, his strength was rapidly draining away.

He raised his head in disbelief, looking in the direction Greg Jensen had gone, and murmured in shock,

“No, impossible, this is the technique of converting Qi into art.

You… you are not a half-step Grandmaster, you have entered the path…”

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight down, dead.

Tyrese Gill was once a prodigy of his family, brought down by a certain incident, hoping to repay the kindness of the Locke family before departing from this place.

But he never imagined that he would die at the hands of a man in his twenties, and so effortlessly at that.

The villa was built on a small hill, with a dense forest behind it that never saw sunlight all year round.

Ethan Locke burst through the villa’s back door and plunged into the thick forest, then ran desperately ahead like a headless fly.

It was terrifying!

Aiden Clark, was even Uncle Tyrese no match for him?

Recalling Tyrese Gill’s resigned composure before leaving, Ethan Locke shuddered and quickened his pace even more.

However, having long been a part of the pleasure quarters, the strain had already hollowed out his body. He soon found himself gasping for breath and had to lean on a tree trunk, inching his way forward step by step.

“I mustn’t stop, Greg Jensen will surely kill me!”

Ethan Locke’s feelings were a tumult of regret for having crossed Greg Jensen and for not having killed him back then, which would have spared him today’s troubles.

After an indeterminate time, another set of footsteps suddenly sounded.

Ethan Locke was startled, stopped in his tracks, and called out, “Who… who’s there?”

The next second, a figure emerged in front of him — it was Greg Jensen.

With a thump!

Seeing Greg Jensen incredibly appear before him, all of Ethan Locke’s hopes turned to ashes as if all his strength had been drained away, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

“You run quite fast.”

Greg Jensen slowly approached Ethan Locke, looked down at him from above, and said, “Can you run anymore? Or should I let you run a bit longer?”

A glint of golden light flickered at the tip of his finger.

After the recent fight, Greg Jensen was surprised to find that upon reaching a certain proficiency, the Golden Sword Technique not only grew more powerful but also conserved much more True Qi.

Where he previously could only use it twice in a row, he could now use it a third time.

That counts as a minor achievement, doesn’t it?

Greg Jensen thought to himself, then looked up at Ethan Locke again and said, “Alright, since you’ve stopped running, you might as well die here.”

Hearing that he was about to die, Ethan Locke suddenly came to his senses, turned over to kneel on the ground, and clung to Greg Jensen’s legs, pleading,

“Greg, brother Jensen, Mr. Jensen, no, Grandpa Jensen, I was wrong.

All that happened before was my fault; I’m not human, please don’t stoop to my level.”

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