The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 623 - Confrontation_1

Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Confrontation_1 Chapter 623 -623: Confrontation_1 Everyone turned to look at Walter Locke, seated under the sun umbrella, and instinctively shut their mouths tight, fearing that their chattering would be overheard by him.

Under the sun umbrella, Walter Locke picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then slowly stood up, walking toward Thomas Lampe and the others.

He shoved Mike Hayes aside, his cold gaze sweeping across the faces of the four men.

Duncan Kong and Xavier Cooper, who were still cursing nonstop, only felt a chill run through their bodies, as though a cold and sinister energy, resembling a venomous snake, had coiled around them.

In an instant, their entire beings felt as if they had plunged into an ice cavern; even their brains seemed to freeze, and their thoughts came to a grinding halt.

“Whoever tells me Barry Wolfe’s whereabouts, I will spare his life, otherwise…”

The voice of Walter Locke suddenly changed, filled with a bone-chilling cold and heavy with a strong intention to kill, “I’ll make sure he dies without a complete corpse!”

He pointed at Xavier Cooper and said, “You talk a lot, so let’s start with you! Tell me, where is Barry Wolfe?”

Xavier Cooper felt a weight lift from his body and realized he could speak again, so he sneered: “My boss is in your mom’s bed!”

“Seeking death!”

Walter Locke’s face darkened, and he swung his palm toward Xavier Cooper’s head.

“Xavier Cooper!”

When Thomas Lampe heard his son speak, he knew something was amiss. However, being severely injured and tied to a stake, he was utterly helpless and could only watch his son head toward death.

He slowly closed his eyes, unwilling to witness his own flesh and blood die before him, and a tear trickled down from the wrinkled corner of his eye.

However, just as he closed his eyes, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky!

He instinctively opened his eyes, turned his head to look, and saw a streak of light swooping down. Before it even touched the ground, a saber light, like a whiplash, burst forth abruptly.

The saber light was dazzling, nearly vying with the sun and the moon in brightness!

Hum!

As the saber passed, the air trembled with extreme speed, emitting an ear-grating hum.

It was aimed straight for Xavier Cooper!

At this moment, Walter Locke had just raised his palm, about to bring it down, when he heard the whooshing from above and immediately withdrew his hand, retreating swiftly.

Swoosh!

The moment he dodged, the saber light slashed down.

Thomas Lampe was startled and quickly turned to look. When he clearly saw the situation, he was stunned.

Because that strike with the saber was extremely precise, just grazing past Xavier Cooper’s body and landing exactly where Walter Locke’s hand had been.

Any further, and it would have hit empty space; any less, and Xavier Cooper would have been decapitated.

Walter Locke’s reaction was quick enough; had he been a bit slower, he would have lost his hand.

Moreover, the power behind that saber was so tremendous that it cleaved a neat fissure in the ground, dark and seemingly bottomless.

When the streak of light landed on the ground and the sword gleam dissipated, it revealed two figures.

“Boss!”

Seeing that it was Greg Jensen who had returned, all four of them immediately showed joy on their faces.

Thomas Lampe, happy as he was, suddenly changed his expression, and said urgently: “Boss, run, this man is too powerful!”

As soon as he spoke, the other three also changed their faces, all urging Greg Jensen to leave quickly.

Greg Jensen shook his head, set down Carmen Stuart, gave a pat on her rear light as a signal for her to hide to the side, then turned to Thomas Lampe and the others, asking:

“Are you guys alright?”

“We’re fine.”

Greg Jensen nodded, then looked toward Walter Locke, who had retreated several meters away.

Walter Locke sized up Greg Jensen, asking, “Are you Barry Wolfe?”

“Correct.”

Greg Jensen said expressionlessly, “You come to my estate, beat up my people, how shall I settle this score with you?”

“Presumptuous!”

Before Walter Locke could speak, Mike Hayes couldn’t stand it anymore.

He looked at Greg Jensen dismissively and said, “Who do you think you are, daring to speak to the Grandmaster like this?

I tell you…”

Pfft!

The blade sliced through, and a mass of fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

Mike Hayes clutched his neck, his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Greg Jensen, filled with confusion.

He couldn’t understand why Greg Jensen dared to move against him in front of Walter Locke until his death.

Could it be that this kid wasn’t afraid of the old Grandmaster?

Thump!

Dead silence surrounded them, the sound of the falling body was particularly grating.

“Kid, you’ve got guts to kill someone in front of me!”

Walter Locke’s gaze was sinister, his face ice-cold.

It had been decades since anyone had dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

In Walter Locke’s eyes, Greg Jensen was like an ant. He had never considered Greg Jensen worth his attention.

And yet, this youngster had dared to kill someone right in front of him. Wasn’t that a slap to his own face?

At that moment, Walter Locke’s long calm emotions stirred once again, along with a rise of anger.

Ssss!

Greg Jensen paid no heed, turning around and swinging his sword four times, severing the four ropes. Thomas Lampe and the others were immediately freed from their bounds.

“Go rest for a bit. I’ll settle the score with him.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Thomas Lampe and the others wanted to persuade Greg Jensen to leave quickly, but seeing the confidence in their boss’s eyes, they could only nod in agreement.

On the other side, seeing himself ignored, Walter Locke’s brows furrowed even more. He had previously thought well of Greg Jensen’s strength and had the intention to recruit him.

But now, his heart was filled with a strong intent to kill.

He who hesitates is lost!

Without hesitation, Walter Locke stepped forward, instantly appeared in front of Greg Jensen, and struck out with a palm.

Just as Thomas Lampe and the others, who had been helped to the front of the villa, were filled with tension once again.

At that moment, a gentle voice sounded beside them: “You all should tend to your wounds first.”

They all turned to look, only to see Carmen Stuart standing there with a veil over her face, her gaze firmly on Greg Jensen as she said softly, “Trust him. He can definitely win.”

Greg Jensen heard the sound of the wind and turned to meet it with a palm.

Boom!

The fierce clash of force rippled outwards like waves, spreading in every direction.

The violent shockwave sent parasols, tables, chairs, and such flying, and several Martial Artists with lower cultivation were knocked to the ground tumbling like gourds.

All onlookers gasped at the sight.

This was just the overflow of force from the fight between the two, what would happen if one were to face it head-on?

What’s more unbelievable was that Greg Jensen had not moved an inch during that exchange, while Walter Locke had been forced to retreat several steps.

How was this possible?

How could an old Grandmaster be bested by a kid who had just started his journey?

The crowd was utterly silent, their hearts filled with shock.

What they didn’t know was that Walter Locke was just as surprised in his heart.

He had thought Greg Jensen was just a young man with decent talent, but in that brief exchange, he had noticed something different.

Because he had felt the presence of Mana in that palm strike from Greg Jensen.

After Walter Locke broke through to the Dao realm, his True Qi had long since transformed into Mana, which was what he was most proud of.

It is well known that any True Qi stands no chance in front of Mana.

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But Greg Jensen had managed to push him back with a single palm.

What did this mean?

Could it be that this kid was also a Cultivator?

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