The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 576 03-25 - : Evened Out_1

Chapter 576 -576: Evened Out_1

On the Hall Family’s viewing platform.

Austin Hall’s face changed when he saw Greg Jensen’s condition, “Dad, there seems to be something wrong with Barry Wolfe’s condition.”

“Hmm?”

Elder Hall was resting with his eyes closed, waiting for the result when he heard his son’s words, and couldn’t help but open his eyes and look up.

His brows furrowed slightly, “It seems to be a technique of the Stuart Family.”

“Drake Stuart?”

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“Yes, it’s very likely him.”

Elder Hall furrowed his brows and said, “He must have negotiated terms with the Grey Family.”

Hiss!

Austin Hall gasped, it was outrageous enough with six against one, and now there was the enigmatic and unpredictable Drake Stuart.

Was Barry Wolfe really doomed?

“Dad, what do we do now? Should we find Drake Stuart…”

“Clear the field.”

Elder Hall sighed deeply, stood up, looked around, and said, “Have all the bystanders leave, a fierce battle is likely to take place soon.”

Upon hearing this, Austin Hall’s expression became grave.

The battles just now seemed intense, but the real masters hadn’t yet taken the stage.

For instance, Lucas Moore from the Brent Family, Trey Rogers from the Wood Family, and Wilson Grey from the Grey Family were the three most formidable ones among the seven provinces.

The Grey, Brent, and Wood Families were able to occupy the top three spots amongst the seven provinces because of their presence.

Austin Hall did not dare to delay and quickly notified the security personnel affiliated with the Hall Family to start driving the spectators out.

When masters began to make their moves, anything could happen, and it was not good to be seen by outsiders.

Soon, the vast training field was left only with the hegemonies of each province and people from the Hall Family, the Neutral Clan.

Issac Grey slowly stood up, turned his head to look in the direction of the Brent Family, and said loudly, “Elder Brent, with Grandmaster Wolfe showing such prowess, we should also send someone formidable to the stage.”

“That’s only proper!”

Trevor Brent also noticed that Greg Jensen’s condition was off. He had just forcibly slain Master Qingnan, probably expending his last bit of strength.

It was the perfect opportunity to strike while the iron was hot!

He coldly turned his head, looking at a man holding a Broad Sword. The man was wearing a cotton robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking very righteous, currently resting with his eyes closed.

The man seemed to feel Trevor Brent’s gaze, slowly opened his eyes, and said, “Is it my turn to go up?”

“Yes…”

Trevor Brent’s face showed a hint of respect, “Master Lucas, this battle…”

Before he could finish, Lucas Moore slowly stood up, holding that ancient Broad Sword, and walked toward the arena.

His steady voice carried from afar.

“There is nothing but death, why act like a timid girl?”

All the members of the Brent Family had solemn expressions, nodding slightly towards Lucas Moore’s back in respect.

Although Greg Jensen appeared extremely weak, no one knew how much strength he still had.

With Lucas Moore going up, he might never return.

At this moment, everyone’s face was tinged with solemnity, and all eyes were fixed on him.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands, Lucas Moore holding his Broad Sword slowly approached the stage, then suddenly halted, his body seemingly breaking free from gravity, lightly landing on the platform.

Thud!

The heavy Broad Sword forcefully planted into the ground of the ring, issuing a deep, heart-shaking thump.

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He stood holding the sword, looking indolently at Greg Jensen, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and spoke lightly:

“In this world, everything rushes forward for profit. To lose one’s own life for some trivial benefits, is it really worth it?

“As long as you kneel right now and join our Brent Family, I’ll plea with the Family Head on your behalf and ask him to spare your life. How about it?”

At this moment, Greg only felt dizzy and his head was throbbing, as if someone was continuously calling his name by his ear.

The voice seemed close yet distant, as if it came from above the nine heavens, remote and grandiose, irresistibly drawing him in, causing his brain to tingle with the desire to listen with his whole being.

As a result, his thoughts gradually grew numb, and he could no longer control his own body.

At the same time, warning signs kept flashing in his heart.

“Since you won’t answer, I’m sorry for what comes next!”

Clang!

Lucas Moore drew his Double-edged Broad Sword and lifted it high above his head, then fiercely chopped down towards Greg.

Splitting Mountain with Strength!

This move was used in many martial arts disciplines, from hand-to-hand combat to boxing, and from knife techniques to sword techniques—it could be seen almost everywhere.

However, such a simple move, when executed by Lucas Moore, was grand and powerful, boasting the might to devour thousands of miles like a tiger.

In the instant the Double-edged Broad Sword came crashing down, a gray Sword Qi burst forth from within it, enveloping nature’s spiritual energy, and struck towards Greg like lightning.

Yet Greg, as if completely drained of strength, remained motionless, kneeling on the ground.

Boom!

The unmatched Sword Qi struck Greg, kicking up a huge cloud of dust, which quickly engulfed the entire arena.

Seeing this, Issac Grey and the others were all delighted.

After all the hardships and losing several people, they had finally killed the kid.

Even though Drake Stuart’s involvement meant they couldn’t directly seize the benefits of the Qin region, with the current condition of the Stuart Family, they were definitely the weakest in strength.

The advantages they gave up were more than enough for the other families to feast upon.

At this moment, except for the Hall Family and Thomas Lampe and others, everyone else’s faces were filled with joy.

But the next second, all their smiles froze on their faces.

As the dust settled, they looked at the arena in disbelief.

In the center of the arena, Greg shakily stood up from the ground. There wasn’t a single scratch on his body, not even his clothes were much damaged.

It was as if the blade had never touched him.

Trevor Brent suspiciously looked towards the other side of the arena, thinking perhaps Lucas Moore had intentionally let Greg go, but seeing Lucas’s utterly astonished face, he seemed even more shocked than himself.

Consequently, Trevor was even more baffled, as were Issac Grey and Dylan Wood.

They were full of doubt, having clearly seen the Sword Qi hit Greg, how could he be unharmed?

What they didn’t see was that at the moment the Sword Qi reached him, a layer of blood red suddenly appeared on Greg’s body.

The blood color spread, instantly forming a hard shell on his body surface similar to an armor.

The razor-sharp Sword Qi left only a scratch on the surface of the Red Armor.

And that layer of Red Armor was the automatically triggered fourth level of the Divine Dragon Transformation.

At this moment, Greg was like a drunkard, standing dizzily on the stage.

With his “drunken eyes” barely open, he looked at Lucas Moore, gritting his teeth against that grinding auditory hallucination and slowly drew the Twilight Snow Knife.

His body was no longer in an optimistic state, with very limited True Qi and blood energy available for use.

Therefore, he even retracted the protective Blood Armour.

At this moment, all the blood energy in his body converged into one point, rushing towards the Twilight Snow Knife.

Hum!

The Twilight Snow Knife let out a tremble, and a flash of blood-red light appeared and vanished.

Immediately after, like a slow-motion replay, Greg raised the knife over his head with both hands, aimed towards Lucas Moore’s direction, and then fiercely slashed down.

“You slash me with a sword, I hit you with a knife, let’s call it even…”