The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 573 - : Drawing the Sword Style_1

Chapter 573: Chapter 573: Drawing the Sword Style_1

Whoosh!

At this moment, the platforms on all four sides were already filled with tourists who had come to watch.

Upon hearing his words, a buzz of disbelief swept through the crowd.

“This priest is quite arrogant!”

“But that’s Steven Lampe of the Two-Yi Sword, he has the arrogance to back it up.”

“Then who’s this Barry Wolfe he mentioned?”

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“Barry Wolfe? I heard he’s a young man in his twenties who has been making quite a name for himself recently in Grey Province.”

“Ah, here he comes.”

The crowd looked towards the other side of the platform to see a handsome young man with a long knife in his hand, slowly ascending step by step onto the platform.

“Tsk, I thought he would be something special, but this is nothing.”

“These two people are not even comparable, okay?”

“Exactly, one flew up there, the other crawled, the difference is clear.”

Greg Jensen paid no attention to the surrounding murmurs, he stood firm on the platform, and looked straight ahead.

The audience below instantly fell silent, all unconsciously holding their breath, looking towards the two figures in the center of the platform.

“Hehe, indeed a youthful lad.”

Steven Lampe sneered coldly, “A thing not even fully fledged, wanting to join the Union of Seven Provinces, really is laughabl…—”

Splat!

He hadn’t even finished saying “laughable” when, under the bright daylight, suddenly a dazzling whip of light, like lightning, flashed across Steven Lampe’s neck.

Warm fresh blood, like the scattered petals of a heavenly maiden, painted a fierce and terrifying fresco on the platform.

Silence!

The entire place was immediately enveloped in deathly stillness, everyone’s mouths agape, staring in disbelief at the blood-stained platform.

“He’s… dead?”

“What’s so surprising about that? Doesn’t someone die in the competitions every year?”

Some tourists from other places, unable to stomach the bloody scene, turned their heads and left the platform.

Others, trying to capture the scene with their cell phones, were quickly stopped by locals with stern faces.

Even the locals hadn’t expected the first match to end so swiftly and stared at the platform in shock.

It took a while for the area to erupt in thunderous applause.

“Awesome!”

“This Barry Wolfe is too impressive!”

“Worthy of being a flamboyant magician, that knife stroke was beautiful!”

Ordinary people had no allegiance and naturally cheered and clapped for Greg Jensen after seeing him slaying his opponent with a single strike.

In contrast, on the surrounding stands, the faces of Issac Grey and others were ashen, extremely ugly.

Especially Trevor Brent, whose face had turned exceedingly grim.

Only at this moment did they finally believe what Drake Stuart had said was true, that even if they were to fight Barry Wolfe in a series of consecutive battles, they likely wouldn’t stand a chance.

What was even more outrageous was that their agreement with Drake Stuart had been for them to wear down Barry Wolfe’s stamina so that when he was exhausted, Drake Stuart would activate a Secret Technique, causing Barry Wolfe to lose his ability to fight.

Now it seemed they couldn’t even wear down Barry Wolfe’s stamina.

The renowned Steven Lampe went up but didn’t last a single round before being slain on the spot.

How were they supposed to fight now?

“We won!”

“Boss is amazing!”

Seeing Greg Jensen slay his enemy with a single strike, Thomas Lampe and others were very happy, and Louisa Burley also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, thinking of the more than a dozen fights that were still to come, she couldn’t help but tense up again.

On the other side, Dylan Wood, the Family Head of the Wood Family, had an expression calm as water. It was almost time for his clan’s member to enter the battle, and whom to send had become his greatest headache.

Choosing an average fighter wouldn’t serve the purpose of exhausting Barry Wolfe.

But if he sent a strong one, he feared they might be killed by Barry Wolfe, which he found hard to bear.

He turned his head and his gaze slid over several retainers standing behind him, his heart suddenly stirred.

You can run if you can’t win, right? As long as they could deplete Barry Wolfe’s strength, wouldn’t that be enough?

A light bulb went off for Dylan Wood and he spoke up, “For this battle, I need someone with good movement technique. They don’t have to fight him head-on; just contain Barry Wolfe and deplete his energy.

Who will go?”

Before his words fell, Roberto Simon stepped forward and declared, “I’ll go, my movement technique is good.”

Roberto Simon hailed from the Eight Forms Palm sect, exceptionally skilled in Eight Forms Palm, especially proficient with the Panlong Stick, having received the true teachings of his sect.

Moreover, the footwork of the Panlong Stick was nimble, excelling in quick movements and dodges, tackling Barry Wolfe should be within his capabilities.

Dylan Wood nodded in satisfaction, just about to speak, when a large hand was placed on Roberto Simon’s shoulder.

“Let me go instead.”

When everyone looked back, they saw it was Roberto Simon’s master, Jerry Lloyd.

As Roberto Simon’s master, Jerry Lloyd’s skills were naturally a bit superior, so Dylan Wood had nothing more to say.

However, Roberto Simon expressed concern, “Master, let me go.”

“What’s the matter? Afraid your master will lose to him?”

Jerry Lloyd shot him a glance and said indifferently, “If I go up there, I might find a chance to take down the young man. Do you have that confidence?”

“I…”

Roberto Simon was suddenly at a loss for words.

In truth, he knew he was no match for Barry Wolfe. The reason he had volunteered was a determination to repay the kindness of the Wood Family, prepared to face certain death.

As his master, how could Jerry Lloyd fail to see his apprentice’s thoughts?

“Jerry, my thanks for the trouble!”

Dylan Wood gave a fist salute and didn’t forget to add a word of caution, “Steven Lampe was too careless; I hope you don’t make the same mistake. Just drain his strength, and if it’s really not possible, you can concede.”

“Understood.”

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Jerry Lloyd didn’t say more, picked up the Panlong Stick beside him, and leaped onto the stage.

The Panlong Stick, in essence, is the prototype of the nunchaku. It is said to originate from Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin. What sets it apart is that the Panlong Stick is long at one end and short at the other, specially designed for hooking and striking the enemy’s legs and breaking armor.

“Eight Forms Palm, Jerry Lloyd!”

With rich experience, Jerry Lloyd wasted no words. After announcing his name, he charged forward with the Panlong Stick in hand.

Before he even arrived, the Panlong Stick had already drawn a sky full of stick shadows, sweeping down towards Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen’s right hand rested on the knife hilt, his gaze intense and concentrated, his mind clear of any distractions, with only the onrushing figure in his eyes.

An air of command resonated quietly from him.

In that moment, a sense of enlightenment suddenly emerged in his heart.

Immaculate, meaning the knife is in the hand, but the heart is without blemish. It’s all about an ‘I dare the world’ kind of momentum.

You need the confidence that all things in the world can be cut down with a single strike, only then can you deliver an unrivaled blow.

Up to this point, when facing opponents, he had only used the drawing technique, not having resorted to his other moves.

The drawing technique shares a similar genius with the Iaido technique from the island nation; both involve killing the enemy in the moment the sword is drawn.

The difference is that the drawing technique is more powerful.

Even with just this one move, Greg Jensen could effortlessly kill his enemies.

Just like at this moment, facing the figure charging at high speed, Greg Jensen did not hesitate for a second, seized the timing, and slashed out with his knife smoothly.

Hum!

The air trembled rapidly where the Twilight Snow Knife passed, emitting a high-pitched hum.

The gray energy of yin and death emerged from his body, wrapped in the force of the knife and slashed forward.