The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 565: Chapter 565: Kill Three_1

Greg Jensen sprung to his feet like a carp leaping out of water and saw three people closing in on him simultaneously.

His expression slightly darkened, he yelled to Trey Holmes, “Holmes, take Amande and go first.”

Trey Holmes was startled, then quickly grasped the situation and started running with Louisa Burley in tow.

“Big brother Greg…”

It wasn’t until then that Louisa Burley realized what was happening. She struggled, trying to run to Greg Jensen’s side, but Trey Holmes was surprisingly strong.

At this moment, Greg Jensen’s expression had turned cold, and after glancing at the crowd around him, he turned and ran into an alley.

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The three men in sportswear hesitated for a moment.

One of them glanced at Louisa Burley and Trey Holmes retreating into the distance, then waved his hand, pointing toward the alley and took off after Greg Jensen first, the other two quickly followed.

The trio had just rushed in when they saw Greg Jensen standing emotionlessly at the end of the alley, holding a shimmering long knife.

Where did the knife come from?

They were all taken aback, having clearly seen that Greg Jensen had nothing in his hands when they chased him, yet how did he acquire a knife after entering the alley?

Could it be someone was waiting to give him the knife?

One of them furrowed his brows, scanned the tops of the walls on either side and, seeing no sign of anyone, whispered a warning, “Be careful, it might be a trick!”

“Let’s go together!”

“Kill him!”

The three men didn’t waste words and charged at Greg Jensen.

Before they got close, several darts shot out from one man’s hands with lightning speed, whistling through the air.

Watching the furious advance of the three men, Greg Jensen casually twirled the knife, knocking down all the incoming darts.

Then he stepped forward, turned around, and the Twilight Snow Knife drew a vicious arc as it ruthlessly chopped down.

Hum!

A dense, evil qi burst out like a torrent of gray ink, cascading with the sword-light as if it were a whip.

The Grandmaster at the forefront felt his vision blur as an ice-cold chill enveloped him, feeling as if he had plunged into an ice cavern.

Seeing the blade-light about to chop down, his movements became incredibly sluggish.

Thud!

The Twilight Snow Knife cut without any hindrance, slashing diagonally across the man’s neck and chest, leaving a deep wound that revealed the bone.

Thump!

The man collapsed to the ground and instantly stopped breathing.

Warm blood and organs spilled out all at once.

Strangely, the color of the blood and organs seemed much paler than normal.

Yet the Twilight Snow Knife in Greg Jensen’s hand was rapidly dyed red, similar to a red-hot iron rod.

In the moments of light and shadow, the knife, as if breathing, flickered with red light before the blade returned to its bright sheen.

Greg Jensen felt a rich surge of vital energy flow into his body through the Twilight Snow Knife, and the Divine Dragon Transformation started to operate automatically.

In an instant, his body surged with vital energy, and even the True Qi was affected, growing significantly stronger.

At that moment, he felt his body brimming with power and his understanding of the Innocent Knife Method reached a new level.

The Innocent Knife Method is divided into three stages – form, intent, and spirit – with a total of twelve levels.

Greg Jensen hadn’t even practiced it once; he had just executed it based on the memories in his mind.

Now, having absorbed the assassin’s vital energy, he had barely entered the first stage.

Even so, he could still feel the potency of the Innocent Knife Method.

The Twilight Snow Knife, similar to the Sword of Coagulated Frost, is a type of Magic Artifact, with the Inscribed Innocent Knife Method within the artifact itself, indeed, not something ordinary mortal warriors can compare with.

Greg Jensen watched the gleaming blade and couldn’t help but show a glimmer of joy in his eyes.

The other two, upon seeing their companion cut down by a single strike, were both startled. However, they only paused for a moment before continuing their charge towards Greg.

One of the assassins threw his hands up, and a myriad of hidden weapons, like stars scattered by a heavenly maiden, rained down from above, cutting off all of Jensen’s paths of retreat.

Greg’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a streak of blade light suddenly lit up the dim alley, striking with unmatched precision upon those hidden weapons.

Clang clang clang…

A series of crisp colliding sounds rang out, and without exception, all the thrown weapons were knocked to the ground.

At the same time, the other assassin drew two daggers and viciously stabbed down at Greg.

His speed was as fast as lightning!

However, he was fast, but Greg was faster.

The blade light having just knocked down the thrown weapons, without any delay, followed its original trajectory, slashing towards the attacker’s arms.

The assassin was terrified and tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

Thud!

Both his hands were cut off on the spot.

Blood spurted out like water bursting from an open tap; only, the color was still faint.

The assassin’s face turned pale at a visible rate.

He felt as if something inside of him was flowing out with the blood, and then, like someone had drained all his strength, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A robust surge of vital energy once again flowed into Jensen’s body through the Twilight Snow Knife, and he almost let out a comfortable hum.

Just as he was about to step forward to finish off the assassin, a chill crept up in his heart.

Without thinking, he turned and slashed with his knife.

But before he could bring his knife down, a broad palm stamped fiercely onto his body.

Greg felt a pain in his chest and was involuntarily forced to stagger back several steps. Before he could stabilize his stance, he had already slashed out with his knife through the air.

The cold and bright blade light, carrying a grey-white aura of sinister energy, slashed towards the stealth attacker like a new moon.

Just as it was about to hit, the man’s body floated backward, weightless, along with the bitter cold knife wind.

The next second, a muffled groan was heard, the man’s motion stalled, clearly wounded.

“Retreat!”

With frustration in his eyes, he looked once at Jensen, then his body floated up again and vanished into the darkness within the blink of an eye.

The assassin who used the hidden weapons, upon hearing the command, cast a glance at his fallen companion and then turned to run.

Greg’s face turned cold, and with a flick of his hand, several silver needles pierced directly into the back of that person’s head.

Thump!

The man instantly fell to the ground and was silenced in the blink of an eye.

Once again, quietness returned to the alley.

Three assassins had been killed, and although another one had fled with a slash wound, he certainly wouldn’t be faring well. Yet Greg did not feel elated.

He looked at the three bodies on the ground, then raised his head to look in the direction the man had escaped, deep in thought.

The movement technique of that man just now had been strange. Although it was partly because he hadn’t expanded his Divine Sense, the ability to approach him silently was terrifying.

Moreover, his retreating motions were graceful and natural, blending with the evening wind as if he was one with it, eerily resembling Greg’s own Wind Control Skill.

Of course, that man was at best borrowing the wind, nowhere near comparable to the “control” of the Wind Control Skill.

Nevertheless, this served as an alert for Greg. From now on, he would have to spread his Divine Sense all around, otherwise, he might capsize in the gutter when he least expected it.