The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 545: Chapter 545 Don’t Get in the Way_1

“Buddha, do you agree?”

Greg Jensen looked at Fatty Buddha with a smile, whose face sank slightly as he knitted his brows tightly and stared at Greg Jensen without saying a word.

Hearing this, the three members of the Locke family suddenly thought of the legends about the Hall of Hell, and their expressions changed. They instinctively took two steps back to distance themselves from Fatty Buddha.

At that moment, King of Divine Legs and the others had already charged up to the huge ape. Just as they were about to strike, they saw the Dwarf raise his hand and scatter a cloud of powder.

In an instant, a faint, strange fragrance dispersed with the breeze.

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“Be careful, it’s poisoned!”

King of Divine Legs and his companions were shocked and quickly held their breath.

Fortunately, they were all Grandmaster Realm experts, so holding their breath for a short while didn’t significantly impact their combat abilities.

As the saying goes, enough ants can kill an elephant!

But King of Divine Legs and his people were clearly no match for the ants. In just a few exchanges, they were utterly defeated by the Dwarf and the huge ape.

The giant ape was tall and strong, taking an approach where brute force could overcome any technique; often a single slap was enough to send King of Divine Legs and the others flying.

The Dwarf, on the other hand, took advantage of his agility to weave through the crowd, his pair of daggers whirling up and down, slashing marks on the bodies of King of Divine Legs and his comrades.

Add to that the fact that they also had to hold their breath to avoid the poison, It wasn’t long before everyone was wounded.

However, King of Divine Legs and his group, being numerous and strong, could hold on for the time being.

Compared to the heated battle in the arena, Greg Jensen and the three Lockes were caught in an eerie silence.

The three Lockes were vigilant, fixing their gaze tightly on Fatty Buddha, while the latter seemed to be contemplating as he looked at Greg Jensen.

“How did you discover me?”

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “That’s not important. What’s important is, you won’t be able to leave today.”

“What a joke…”

Just as Fatty Buddha started to speak, a cold glint came shooting straight at him, moving so fast that it was almost invisible.

Before he could react, the cold glint was already in front of his eyes.

Fatty Buddha’s face turned pale with fright, and goosebumps covered his body. He could no longer afford to conceal his strength. In the blink of an eye, he forcibly turned his head aside.

Even so, the cold glint still grazed his face, and bright red blood flowed down his cheek.

“You’re courting death!”

Fatty Buddha shouted in rage, about to charge forward when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if he were being watched by a venomous snake.

He subconsciously turned his head again, and the cold glint that had passed by earlier now returned, narrowly grazing the tip of his nose.

Fatty Buddha broke into a cold sweat, thankful that his quick reflexes and keen instincts had saved his life; otherwise, he might have lost it then and there.

While he felt a moment of relief, he was also puzzled.

The Silver Needle had clearly flown past him; how had it flown back again?

Hum!

While Fatty Buddha was still in a daze, Greg Jensen launched a Golden Sword Technique straight at him.

The battle with King of Divine Legs and the others was at a stalemate, and he wanted to take this opportunity to deal with Fatty Buddha first, then clean up the Dwarf and the huge ape properly.

Overwhelmed by a strong sense of danger once again, Fatty Buddha suddenly woke up from his shock, seeing the cold light approaching his face, he panicked.

He rolled on the ground awkwardly like a donkey, narrowly avoiding that Golden Sword Technique.

But before he could even celebrate avoiding yet another calamity, Greg Jensen had already approached him like a ghost, bombarding him with punches like a violent storm.

Fatty Buddha became increasingly horrified as they fought; how could someone in his twenties possess such formidable strength?

As the Hall Master of Mystic Capital Hall, he had a higher status in the Hall of Hell than the Dwarf, and his skills were naturally stronger.

He had thought this mission would be simple: kill a few Grandmasters of the Locke family, and the Flying Swords would be his.

But facing Greg Jensen, he found himself at a disadvantage at every turn, and now he couldn’t even find a chance to counterattack.

Thump thump thump!

Three consecutive punches, each one heavier than the last.

Yet these three punches were extremely fast; Fat Buddha didn’t have a chance to dodge and could only raise his arms to block the fists.

He felt as if his arms were about to be shattered.

Seeing Greg Jensen throw another punch, Fat Buddha gritted his teeth and decided to trade blow for blow, planning to take the punch with his chest and counter with a punch towards Greg Jensen.

He believed that although the opponent’s punch was heavy, relying on his physical condition, even taking the punch directly would only result in serious injury.

At least he could take down this formidable enemy, and that would still be a win for him.

However, when that punch landed on his chest, he realized something was wrong.

He felt like he had been hit by a high-speed truck, his body involuntarily flying out.

Mid-air, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

Before he even hit the ground, a streak of golden light shot towards him.

Thud!

A spray of fresh blood splattered.

Fat Buddha, like a burst sack, thudded onto the ground and twitched a few times before lying still.

“Hall Master!”

Behemoth roared angrily when he saw Fat Buddha dead, snapping King of Divine Legs’ leg with a crack, and then smashed another man’s chest bone with a punch.

Immediately after, the remaining few men were all beaten to the point of broken bones and torn muscles.

And the Iron Colossus, who was once impervious to blades, had already slumped down weakly.

He had inhaled too much poison gas and had lost all sensation in his limbs.

Noah Locke saw this scene and immediately turned pale; he instinctively turned his head towards Greg Jensen and opened his mouth, but couldn’t utter a single word.

As the eldest son of the Locke family, how could he fail to see that Fat Buddha was stronger than both Behemoth and Dwarf?

This indirectly indicated that Greg Jensen’s strength was not just a little stronger than King of Divine Legs and others.

Thinking of his previous doubts and disdain towards Greg Jensen, Noah Locke couldn’t help feeling shame and embarrassment, how could he have the nerve to ask for Greg Jensen’s assistance?

Old man Locke glared at him fiercely and then came before Greg Jensen, respectfully cupping his hands together and said, “Mr. Xu, please lend your assistance.”

“Mm, leave it to me,” Greg Jensen replied.

Having already taken the item, Greg Jensen of course wouldn’t break his word and turned to approach King of Divine Legs.

He glanced at King of Divine Legs struggling to get up and said indifferently, “Move aside, don’t get in the way.”

“You…”

King of Divine Legs was so angry his face turned livid, but he also knew that he and the others were seriously injured and there was no advantage in staying.

With a cold snort, he struggled to the side of Iron Colossus and painfully moved to the Locke family members’ side.

Fat Buddha’s corpse lay not far away, and upon seeing it, King of Divine Legs’ eyes narrowed.

“Buddha is…”

Noah Locke said somewhat irritably, “Didn’t you hear what that idiot just said? Fat Buddha was the Hall Master of Mystic Capital Hall from Mystic City.”

King of Divine Legs’ face turned red because it was he who had called Fat Buddha over.

Behemoth clearly had a good relationship with Fat Buddha, and seeing the killer arriving, he was flushed with rage and moved to rush over to teach Greg Jensen a lesson.

Seeing this, Dwarf quickly grabbed him and whispered a warning, “Be careful, this guy is not to be trifiled with. Didn’t you see that even the boss fell to his hands?”

Whether it was his words that had an effect or not, Behemoth stopped in his tracks, glaring at Greg Jensen fiercely but remaining silent.

Dwarf released a slight sigh of relief, turned to Greg Jensen and said,

“Kid, you can’t get involved in this matter today, but I can give you some face. As long as old man Locke hands over that Sword, we promise not to bother you anymore.”