The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 519 - : Fist Intent_1

Chapter 519 -519: Fist Intent_1

Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis had already known that Greg Jensen’s movement technique was swift, but they were still shocked by the scene before them.

Although they looked down on Connor Murphy, they had to admit his martial arts accomplishments.

After all, Connor Murphy’s reputation in the Seven Provinces of Northwest was far more resounding than theirs.

“What exactly was the deal with Barry Wolfe’s punch, and how did it kill Connor Murphy with one hit?”

“I don’t know, let’s wait and see.”

They had always harbored grievances against Connor Murphy and his brothers, so when they saw Karl Peirce charging at Greg Jensen, they not only didn’t step forward to help but also harbored the thought of having Karl Peirce test the waters.

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“Death comes!”

Karl Peirce charged in front of Greg Jensen, throwing a straight punch directly at Greg Jensen’s chest.

He wanted to avenge his brother and use the same method by which his brother died to kill Greg Jensen!

Hum!

A piercing hum suddenly rose up.

The living room fell abruptly silent, and everyone felt as though they had gone deaf, unable to hear anything at all.

It was as if the air around them had been sucked away by that punch, leaving no medium for sound to travel through.

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And on Karl Peirce’s fist, a layer of faint True Qi had enveloped it.

The next second, the gale roared!

All the air around them converged towards the tip of his fist.

Crack!

As his fist pierced the air, it even made a slight sonic boom.

The unrivaled sharp aura erupted violently at that moment, rushing towards Greg Jensen.

Meanwhile, Greg Jensen stood frozen as if petrified, unmoving in his spot, awaiting the arrival of the fist.

Only then did Bryson Corl finally regain his hearing, and he exclaimed subconsciously, “He has actually comprehended Sword Intent!

Body serves as the auxiliary, intent as the essence!

If a knife has its Knife Intent, a sword has its Sword Intent, naturally, a fist technique also has a Punch Intent.

Once one has comprehended Intent, a martial artist’s moves will produce many wondrous variations.

Karl Peirce had comprehended speed, speed taken to the extreme, even breaking through the sound barrier.

Seeing this, the old master Zhou couldn’t help but reveal a hint of joy; Barry Wolfe was doomed!

Facing Karl Peirce, who had comprehended Punch Intent, no one could brace themselves against this punch, not even a Great Grandmaster.

Even someone at the entry level of the Dao Realm would probably need to avoid its sharp edge, let alone Barry Wolfe, who had just stepped into the Master Realm?

On the other hand, Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis were filled with bitterness.

Although their realms were slightly higher than Karl Peirce’s, neither of them had managed to cultivate this thing called Punch Intent.

Because whether one could comprehend Punch Intent entirely depended on innate talent, the kind of talent that even effort could not replace.

And they, unfortunately, did not possess this kind of talent; all they could do was envy and be jealous.

What was even more troubling to them was that there would be no chance for them to show off today; after that punch, even if Barry Wolfe didn’t die, he would lose half his life.

Watching the tip of Karl Peirce’s fist almost reach Greg Jensen, Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis both secretly sighed in their hearts.

Thump!

A muffled collision sound erupted.

Karl Peirce’s fist fiercely struck Greg Jensen’s chest.

However, Greg Jensen did not break into pieces as everyone had imagined, nor was he blasted away.

He still stood in place, with an indifferent expression, not even moving his feet an inch.

Utter silence reigned!

After a short pause, the crowd erupted into an uproar.

“What’s going on?”

“Barry Wolfe, he…”

Grandpa Zhou furrowed his brow tightly as if he had thought of something.

Bryson Corl suddenly became stunned and exclaimed, “He’s an External Sect Grandmaster, he’s a dual-sector Grandmaster!”

“A dual-sector Grandmaster? How old is he, how is that possible?”

Pfft!

While everyone was arguing, Greg Jensen reached out his hand and wiped, spraying out warm fresh blood.

Karl Peirce’s eyes widened instantly, one hand clutching his neck while the other pointed at Greg Jensen, his mouth wide open as if he wanted to say something, yet he could only emit a ‘hehe’ sound.

Greg Jensen didn’t even glance at him and walked straight toward Grandpa Zhou.

Thump!

A heavy thud echoed as something hit the ground, but Greg Jensen didn’t even look back, as if it had nothing to do with him.

He stopped in his tracks, lifted his head to look at Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis who were blocking his way, and said indifferently, “Are you trying to stop me?”

Bryson Corl said solemnly, “Sorry, although we can’t stop you, we still have to try.”

Anthony Davis bowed with a fist and said, “Mantis Anthony Davis!”

Bryson Corl also bowed with his fists, “Tai Chi Bryson Corl!”

Greg Jensen calmly looked at the two of them and said indifferently, “Are you both coming at me together, or one at a time?”

After looking at each other, Bryson Corl spoke, “We know we’re no match for Master Wolfe, so we can’t care about the rules of the martial world.”

“It doesn’t matter…”

Before Greg Jensen finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed over, moving so fast that it almost caught up with his Wind Control Skill.

Before he could react, the person struck down with a palm.

“Why talk about rules with him, let’s all go at him together!”

“Grandpa Zhou…”

The two of them were already embarrassed about the two-on-one situation, and now Grandpa Zhou intervened, making it even more awkward for them.

Bryson Corl’s face turned somewhat ugly, but seeing Grandpa Zhou making a move, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and pounce.

Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis blocked Greg Jensen’s retreat front and back, while Grandpa Zhou relied on his speed to move around them like a specter.

His angles of attack were extremely tricky, and every move was aimed at the vital points around Greg Jensen.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen frowned slightly, not because he was struggling to deal with the three men, but because Grandpa Zhou seemed somewhat strange.

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The usual speed came from profound Qinggong skills, where each step taken was incredibly fluid, but Grandpa Zhou was different.

His speed was indeed quick, but his movements were very clumsy.

It felt as if Grandpa Zhou the person was fast, but he knew nothing about Qinggong, which made Greg Jensen feel very uncomfortable.

Greg Jensen didn’t want to waste time with them, and with a palm strike, sent Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis flying out, then focused on dealing with Grandpa Zhou.

But just as he sent the two flying, Grandpa Zhou, without a second thought, turned and fled, running as fast as before.

At that moment, Greg Jensen finally noticed something was wrong.

On Grandpa Zhou’s leg, there was actually a yellow talisman attached.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen flicked his hand, and a silver needle shot out, piercing right through the yellow talisman.

Grandpa Zhou staggered, then continued running forward.

Where the silver needle had pierced, crimson blood flowed out.

Strangely, as the blood soaked the talisman, the yellow paper spontaneously ignited.

The next second, Grandpa Zhou’s speed dropped instantly, and then with a thud, he fell to the ground.

At this time, Duncan Kong and others had also cleared the periphery and walked in, seeing Grandpa Zhou lying on the ground, they quickly surrounded and subdued him.

Greg Jensen extended his hand and remotely retrieved the remnants of the yellow talisman, discovering that it was fundamentally different from the Taoist talismans.

As for what it exactly was, he couldn’t quite say.

Duncan Kong came over and said, “Boss, we’ve captured him, what now?”

Greg Jensen, holding the half-burnt yellow talisman, came over to Grandpa Zhou and asked, “What is this thing?”