The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 626 - Thunder Law Ultimate Kill_1

Chapter 626: Chapter 626 Thunder Law Ultimate Kill_1 Chapter 626 -626 Thunder Law Ultimate Kill_1 Walter Locke had previously been cautious, not wanting the unusual behavior of the Soul Banner to be too obvious, but now he could no longer afford such concerns.

All he wanted now was to kill Greg Jensen and use his soul as the main spirit for the Soul Banner.

The sky was blanketed in an instant by a dense black fog, like a thundercloud blocking out all sunlight.

Although the Martial Artists spectating did not know what it was, they instinctively felt danger, retreating continuously, trying to escape the area covered by the black mist.

However, the wails and howls, as if ringing right next to their ears, caused them to become agitated and disoriented.

At this moment, they struggled even to stand up, let alone run away.

All they could do was sway unsteadily on their feet, looking up at the sky with a hint of despair creeping into their eyes.

Just then, a flash of the knife’s edge suddenly tore a path through the black mist.

A figure emerged from the dense black fog, stepping on clouds like a demon god, his body emitting a blood-red glow.

He looked coldly at Walter Locke, saying calmly, “Is that all you’ve got?”

Walter Locke’s expression froze for an instant, then he clenched his teeth tighter and shook the Soul Banner even more vigorously.

Greg Jensen let out a cold laugh, sheathing the Twilight Snow Knife, then formed a spell and pointed at Walter Locke.

Boom!

A strong wind suddenly rose, and thunder rumbled ominously.

The crowd looked up in astonishment, only to see a storm cloud rapidly gathering above Walter Locke’s head.

Greenish-purple lightning, like twisted and winding little snakes, danced and darted across the clouds.

Thunder Law has always been the bane of all evil things. Before even striking, it scattered the vengeful spirits.

The next second, a column of green lightning shot out of the clouds and struck the Soul Banner directly.

Crack!

The Soul Banner was instantly split in half!

Woo woo…

The ghostly faces in the black mist, contorted and ferocious, directed their angry roars at Walter Locke beneath the Soul Banner.

A look of horror immediately surfaced on Walter Locke’s face.

Suddenly, the rolling black mist came to a standstill, then unbelievably rolled back towards Walter Locke.

In life, they had all been subjected to inhuman tortures to heighten their resentment, thereby increasing the power of the Soul Banner.

For this reason, the sole obsession of these wrongful spirits was to kill Walter Locke.

Previously, bound by the Soul Banner, they could only obey orders; but now that the Soul Banner was broken, no one could control them anymore.

Driven by their obsessions, they surrounded Walter Locke and began to desperately tear at him.

The dense fog composed of wrongful spirits enveloped Walter Locke into a sphere.

Walter Locke, having cultivated the Evil arts, lacked the strong vitality a Martial Artist should have; he was unable to withstand the spirits’ tearing bites.

Shortly thereafter, his screams of agony echoed from within.

“Ah, save me, help me!” he screamed pitifully as the cries echoed above East Peak Manor, making everyone shudder and look at the writhing black sphere in horror.

Only Greg Jensen stood in the air like a javelin, his face calm and serene.

“Barry Wolfe, I surrender, save me, I was wrong, I’ll give you all of the eighteen cities of Jiangnan…”

“Kill me, just kill me…”

Walter Locke’s cries became more and more pitiful, but Greg Jensen remained indifferent, standing there and watching silently.

If Walter Locke had not refined the Soul Banner, Greg Jensen might have spared his life to let him manage the eighteen cities of Jiangnan for him.

But now, Greg Jensen would rather he died quickly; even one more glance at him was revolting.

All was silent around them, and Walter Locke’s screams grew weaker and weaker.

After an unknown period of time, the screaming suddenly ceased, and the black mist slowly dissipated into the heavens and earth.

Walter Locke’s corpse fell from the sky with a smack and crashed onto the ground, breaking into several pieces.

It was then that people realized Walter Locke had been drained into a mummy, his body as fragile as a piece of rotting wood that could crumble at the slightest blow of wind.

Silence!

The silence of death!

All the spectators were like wood struck by lightning, standing dumbfounded, completely lost in a daze.

Their minds blank, they stared in disbelief at the mummified corpse.

Before coming to watch the battle, they all believed the outcome was predetermined; Barry Wolfe, although talented and merely in his twenties, how could he possibly be a match for the old Grandmaster?

Yet, no one expected that it would be Walter Locke to fall in the end.

Who was Walter Locke?

He was the Crownless King who had dominated the south for dozens of years, a benchmark in the Martial Artist world, renowned and known to all.

Such a celebrated figure had actually died at the hands of a young man.

This outcome left all the spectators’ jaws dropped in shock!

Their gazes towards Greg Jensen suddenly changed.

They looked on with a mix of admiration and fear, as if watching a rising new star.

What they had assumed would be but a minor test of the old Grandmaster’s skills after coming out of seclusion had turned into the opening chapter of a new era in the martial arts world.

It was foreseeable that once the result of this battle spread, it would send shockwaves throughout the land, and the name Barry Wolfe would be known the world over.

Greg Jensen stood with his hands behind his back, his indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone present, his air of looking down on the world slowly spreading around him.

Although he was just in his twenties, he felt like an elder who had been in power for a long time, like a high mountain, suffocating those beneath him.

He spoke indifferently, “Are you all here to challenge me too?”

The tone was detached, revealing no joy or anger, yet it was as sharp as a sword, making hearts tremble with fear.

“Dare not…”

A chill ran through the crowd as they quickly lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

Only when that scrutinizing look passed over them did they dare to quietly raise their heads, stealing glances at Greg Jensen with the corners of their eyes.

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Greg Jensen turned his head towards the Family Heads of the eighteen cities of the south and said coldly, “Speak up, how should I deal with you all?”

Thump!

Lesley Davis was the first who could not hold on and knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as he said:

“Master Wolfe, please spare my life, I didn’t want to come, it was all Mike Hayes, the bastard, who forced me.”

Seeing this, the others all knelt on the ground, one after another begging for mercy.

Samantha Adams’ grandfather did not kneel, but gave a slight bow instead.

Greg Jensen looked at him but didn’t speak. Instead, he turned to look at Locke’s grandfather and asked, “How about you? What do you mean by this?”

“I…”

Locke’s grandfather felt so awkward he wished he could shrink into a crack in the ground. Given the relationship between the Locke family and Greg Jensen, he really didn’t have to bow his head.

But who asked him to side with Walter Locke?

He sighed helplessly, bending his waist to ninety degrees like Samantha Adams’ grandfather.

In his heart, though, he was filled with regret.

If he had known things would turn out this way, it would have been better to feign illness and stay at home. After all, regardless of who won, the Locke family wouldn’t suffer any loss; they simply would have missed out on potential benefits.

He too had been blinded by potential gain and thus followed Walter Locke to East Peak Manor.

Greg Jensen could leave some face for Samantha Adams’ grandfather for Samantha’s sake, but not for the Locke family.

Ungrateful wretches that forget past favors—if not punished, who wouldn’t dare to act so in the future?

He narrowed his eyes and said, “Locke’s grandfather, I do not think I have treated the Locke family unfairly, do you not owe me an explanation?”

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