The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 574 - : Crescent Slash_1

Chapter 574: Chapter 574: Crescent Slash_1

The next second, Greg Jensen’s pupils suddenly constricted.

Because this almost certain strike was unexpectedly dodged by the opponent.

Greg saw it very clearly, just as the sword qi was about to hit Jerry Lloyd, he suddenly shifted sideways, narrowly avoiding the whip-like blade.

“Jerry Lloyd, well done!”

Dylan Wood, seeing this scene, immediately overflowed with joy, cheering loudly for Jerry Lloyd.

Isaac Grey’s expression slightly relaxed, smiling at the person beside him and said, “Barry Wolfe is nothing special after all, it’s just that his sword drawing is harder to defend against.

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When you face him later, just dodge the first strike and you’ll be fine.”

“Yes…”

Several people hurriedly responded.

Just then, a sudden change occurred on the stage.

After Jerry Lloyd dodged Greg’s strike, he moved to the side, preparing to engage in a moving battle.

But before he could wield his Panlong Stick, he saw Greg turning around and swinging his sword in one fluid motion.

The second move of the Pure Sword Technique – Half-Moon Slash!

The dazzling blade light, like a new moon, drew an arc, slashing down at him.

Jerry Lloyd felt his hairs stand on end and his whole body as if he were plunged into an ice cave.

He knew he had to dodge, or he would undoubtedly die, but under that terrifying blade light, he was like he had been hit with an Immobilization Spell, his limbs numb, unable to move.

At the critical moment, he could only desperately circulate his True Qi, forcibly lifting the Panlong Stick in front of him.

Ding!

A crisp sound.

The Panlong Stick snapped on impact.

Immediately after, Jerry Lloyd felt himself flying up, then the world spun, and he plunged into darkness.

Thud!

The headless body fell, gushing out a large amount of blood.

And Jerry Lloyd’s head happened to fall near the edge of the stage, rolling to a stop in front of Dylan Wood.

Dylan Wood twisted his stiff neck, lowering his head with difficulty, only to see Jerry Lloyd’s lifeless eyes staring hauntingly at him.

It seemed he couldn’t believe that he had died just like that, his face etched with astonishment!

The entire place fell silent!

The next second, cheering erupted like a tsunami, deafeningly loud.

Blood, blade light…

Such thrilling scenes instantly ignited the excitement of every spectator present.

Yet around the stands, there was a deadly silence.

“Master!”

Roberto Simon was stunned.

He couldn’t believe that his master, who in his eyes could touch the sky, had just been killed by the opponent like that.

He violently raised his head, glaring at Greg Jensen on the stage, his eyes seemingly shooting fire.

Clang!

The long sword returned to its sheath.

Greg simply said, “Next!”

“Let me go! Let me kill him!”

Roberto Simon was the first to leap forward, grabbing the Panlong Stick and ready to ascend the stage.

Dylan Wood quickly grabbed him, speaking in a deep voice, “Jerry is gone, we can’t afford another loss, and it’s not our turn to go up now.”

With that, he turned his head toward the east side, where the Barnett Family was located.

Barnett Family Head Matt Barnett, with a furrowed brow, thought for a while, then turned back to Brenden and said, “Brenden, take that shield and go have a match with him.”

“Okay!”

Brenden stood up, picked up the nearly one-and-a-half-meter shield, and walked towards the stage.

Matt Barnett watched his back, slightly relieved, a few strands of hope appearing in his eyes.

Brenden was of Mongolian descent, standing at two meters tall with dark skin, his entire body rippling with blocky muscles, exuding a formidable presence.

The shield was actually not his weapon of choice; he was most proficient in wrestling.

However, with Steven Lampe and Jerry Lloyd successively perishing, in his urgency, Matt Barnett could only think of this method.

If he couldn’t beat his opponent or dodge, he might as well just block with the shield. After all, winning was not possible; as long as he could deplete Barry Wolfe’s energy, that would suffice.

The onlookers below the stage, upon seeing the towering Brenden and the nearly one-and-a-half-meter shield, could not help but stare in astonishment.

On the other side of the stands, Thomas Lampe and the others’ expressions also turned grave.

“This guy is way too tall!”

“Man, is he planning to squash the boss with that shield?”

Louisa Burley clenched her pearly teeth so tightly, her lips almost bled, but she was utterly unaware.

Boom!

The massive shield hit the ground, making everyone feel as though the earth itself trembled.

Brenden looked at Greg Jensen not far away, opened his wide mouth, and laughed, “Kid, come on, I’ll have a bit of fun with you!”

Greg Jensen’s cool gaze intensified, feeling the True Qi inside him beginning to boil, his lips revealing a faint smile.

With a large stature and abundant energy, if he slaughtered him, his own Divine Dragon Transformation could advance further, and his understanding of the Innocent Knife Method would rise to the next level.

“You want to play with me?”

Greg Jensen sneered, “Then are you ready to die?”

Before his voice even faded, he fully deployed his Wind Control Skill.

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Brenden only saw a blur, and Greg Jensen was already upon him, followed by a streak of bright knife light.

Brenden was terrified and hurriedly lifted the shield.

Clang!

The deep clashing sound made his scalp tingle, and a force impossible to resist transmitted through his hands, involuntarily pushing his body backwards.

Boom, boom, boom!

Brenden took three large steps backward before steadying himself and looked down, receiving a fright. He saw a vast indent had been cleaved into the front of his shield.

One finger wide, two feet long, almost piercing the entire shield!

His shield was forged from the hardest alloy, one that even armor-piercing rounds could hardly penetrate, yet it had been slashed with such a long dent by the opponent.

How terrifying must Barry Wolfe’s sword technique be?

No, his sword was also formidable!

Brenden glanced at the Twilight Snow Knife, his pupils involuntarily shrinking.

And the crowd below the stage was equally astonished.

Brenden, being tall and strong, naturally had great strength; the fact that Greg Jensen could push him back with a single slash—how frightening must his strength be?

Matt Barnett furrowed his brow, then relaxed it again, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Although Brenden had been pushed back by a slash, he had at least withstood the first one. If he continued to hold on, then his strategy would be successful.

“Brenden, don’t mind him, just hold your ground!”

Hearing Matt Barnett’s reminder, Brenden did not look back, calmly staring at Greg Jensen and sneered, “Kid, come again. If you’ve got the guts, try to break through the shield.”

The next second, another streak of knife light slashed over.

Brenden crouched down, shrinking behind the shield while his back leg braced, to prevent being pushed back again.

Clang!

As the collision sound erupted, that irresistible force came once more.

Prepared this time, Brenden’s body merely jolted to a stop. Feeling secretly pleased, he was about to peek out and mock his opponent when he saw that bright knife light chopping down once again.

Brenden, frightened, ducked his head and hid behind the shield once more.

Immediately after, continuous collision sounds and waves of mighty force transmitted through the shield.

Brenden kept retreating under the barrage of slashes, but inwardly, he was unfazed.

His goal was to drain Barry Wolfe’s energy, and the current situation was playing right into his strategy.

“As long as the shield holds, how many times you slash doesn’t matter—it’s futile,” Brenden mocked from behind the shield, while Greg Jensen remained unmoved, his eyes only focused on the growing gap in the shield.

He took a deep breath, lifted his knife with both hands, and forcefully slashed down at that gap.