The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 611 - : Strong Counter-Kill_1

Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Strong Counter-Kill_1

Peter Simmons clicked his smoking pipe, exhaling a wisp of light blue smoke, and frowned, “Greg Jensen, this has nothing to do with you. Go do whatever you were doing.”

“You…”

“I’ll talk to them.”

Greg Jensen patted Greg Jensen’s shoulder, looking at the trio, “Buying Elixirs is fine. So how much are you willing to pay?”

The three exchanged glances, and Harry Gregson spoke first, “We don’t want to take advantage of you either, how about three million per pill?”

“Bullshit!”

Greg Jensen was immediately enraged, retorting, “Even that trash from Healington sells for six or seven million. You offer three million a piece and say you’re not taking advantage? You might as well just rob us.”

Peter Simmons grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, “Greg Jensen, can’t you see? We’re openly robbing here.”

“Hand over everything you’ve got on you, and we’ll let you pass. Otherwise, let’s just see who’s better in a fight,” said with a sinister smile.

Knowing Greg Jensen’s capabilities and also seeing only Harry Gregson’s group of three, Greg Jensen dismissed his worries and pointed at the three, saying:

“You three must be sick of living, challenging your sixth master here. Who dares make a move?”

The face of the fat man Harry cooled down; he ignored Greg Jensen, turned his head to Greg Jensen, and said:

“Kid, I advise you not to be ungrateful. Whether you want to sell or not, you’re going to sell it for three million a piece.”

Greg Jensen chuckled and replied, “If that’s the case, then go ahead and rob us.”

“What, you want to have a go at us?”

Peter Simmons clicked his smoking pipe again, exhaling another wisp of blue smoke as he sneered:

“If I were you guys, I’d first check if I could still muster any True Qi.”

Greg Jensen startled at first, then instinctively circulated his True Qi, only to be shocked.

He found that his internal True Qi felt as if it had frozen over, completely immobile no matter how hard he tried to move it.

His face went pale with irritation as he glared at Peter Simmons, “What have you done?”

“Just smoking here, does it bother you?”

Peter Simmons slapped his forehead as if he had just remembered something, and laughed, “I almost forgot, my pipe always has some numbing scent blend in it.

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Unless you’ve taken an antidote, you won’t be able to move for a while.”

Greg Jensen frowned, tried to use his True Qi, and as Peter Simmons said, it was hardly moving.

After thinking for a moment, he casually swallowed a Detoxification Pill.

Once the Elixir reached his stomach, a gentle medicinal strength emerged and quickly spread throughout his body, erasing the feeling of obstruction.

Confident that the Elixir was effective, Greg Jensen felt greatly relieved, and turned to toss a pill to Greg Jensen as well.

“Take this, it’s for detoxification.”

“Alright.”

Greg Jensen received the Elixir with a smile and immediately ingested it.

Peter Simmons’s expression changed, urging, “Hurry up and make your move, don’t give them time to recover!”

“You’re too confident in your poison!”

Greg Jensen sneered coldly, waving the Sword of Coagulated Frost at Peter Simmons.

In an instant, the blade’s light blazed!

“Flying Swords! You’re in the late stage of Qi Refinement?”

Peter Simmons’s face drastically changed, and before he could react, the Sword of Coagulated Frost had already pierced through his chest, creating a hole in his heart.

Splash!

Like a water-filled plastic bag pierced, blood gushed forth.

Peter Simmons struggled to look down, incredulously staring at the hole in his chest, never believing that Greg Jensen could have recovered so quickly.

Plop!

Watching as Peter Simmons fell stiffly to the ground, both Harry Gregson and Dudley were struck dumb.

In their eyes, a young alchemist like Greg Jensen usually had to divide his time between cultivation and studying the Alchemy Technique, so his cultivation level couldn’t be very high.

Yet, the other party turned out to be in the late stage of Qi Refinement, and he used such a powerful method as Flying Swords the moment he made his move.

Peter Simmons, the master of using poison with his cunning methods, couldn’t even withstand a single face-off before being directly slaughtered by the opponent.

How could this be possible?

With a look of shock on his face, Harry Gregson blurted out, “You… you’re not a Loose Cultivator?”

Dudley, too, was shocked, and his mind was filled with questions.

A Disciple of the Sect shouldn’t lack resources. If this guy wasn’t a Loose Cultivator, what was his purpose in coming to Flora Valley?

However, he didn’t have time to continue thinking, because the Sword of Coagulated Frost had circled in the air and was stabbing toward him.

Dudley didn’t dare to think too much and quickly dodged by shifting his position.

But before he could regain his footing, a whip-like flash of knife brilliance came after him like a shadow.

Thud!

Dudley’s eyes bulged as he clutched his throat with both hands, falling to the ground with a look of unwillingness. As blood gushed out profusely, his limbs began convulsing.

A moment later, he stopped moving entirely.

On the other side, Sixth Brother Huang had already engaged with Harry Gregson in combat.

Sixth Brother Huang wasn’t using any weapons and solely relied on his palms, sending out misty waves that seemed light but forced Harry Gregson to retreat repeatedly.

However, Sixth Brother Huang grew more and more depressed as the fight continued.

Harry Gregson appeared to be at a disadvantage, but after taking several palms in a row, he was still full of vigor, which made Sixth Brother Huang start doubting his own strength.

What he didn’t know was that Harry Gregson was equally exasperated, with deep regret in his heart.

If he had known how tough these two were, he would never have listened to Peter Simmons and gotten involved in this risky venture without any capital.

As the two became locked in a stalemate, Greg Jensen’s eyebrows deeply furrowed.

The onlooker sees more of the game.

He could see clearly from the sidelines that the misty waves hitting Harry Gregson only caused his fat to tremble before dissipating entirely, inflicting no harm whatsoever.

If Sixth Brother Huang continued like this, the two could fight until nightfall without any outcome.

By then, it’s likely that Harry Gregson wouldn’t be killed yet, and another group might have arrived.

He didn’t hesitate, he raised the Twilight Snow Knife in his hand, and chopped fiercely towards Harry Gregson.

Hum!

There was still a distance of more than ten meters between the two men, but Greg Jensen’s knife cut through the air, carrying an arc of knife light and a howling sound reminiscent of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

It was the Yin Sha energy contained in the Twilight Snow Knife.

Already on the defensive from Sixth Brother Huang’s attacks, and seeing the knife light approaching, Harry Gregson instinctively lurched forward to dodge.

But the noise was so irritating and distracting that he completely forgot about Sixth Brother Huang in front of him.

Just then, Sixth Brother Huang struck out with a palm, hitting Harry Gregson squarely and forcing him back a step.

With a thud, Harry Gregson felt a chill at his neck and then spun into the air.

Subsequently, he saw a headless body fall down stiffly.

That body, he knew it well!

Plop!

Seeing that Harry Gregson had also died under Greg Jensen’s knife, Sixth Brother Huang couldn’t help but be inwardly amazed, feeling that these three would have died even faster without him.