The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

It wasn’t until he saw Greg Jensen kill all the half-step Grandmasters, with a slight relaxation of his vigilance, that he seized the chance to channel all his True Qi and push his Qinggong to the limit, launching that astonishing strike!

But to his surprise, his meticulously planned fatal blow was dismissed as merely “not bad” by the other party.

To him, this was a great humiliation!

Of course, he was well aware that he hadn’t caused Greg Jensen much harm.

Greg Jensen still looked the same, staggering along, but with an unruffled demeanor, calm and unhurried as if an old man entering a vegetable market.

In Xavier Cooper’s eyes, Greg Jensen was riddled with vulnerabilities at that moment.

He had a hundred ways to kill the man in an instant.

But he didn’t dare!

Because he knew that those vulnerabilities were traps left for him by his adversary.

Previously unaware of this, now he understood that those vulnerabilities were used to lure out the Grandmasters. In one fell swoop, their overconfident lives were extinguished.

Xavier Cooper was also puzzled as to why he hadn’t been killed. That palm strike from Barry Wolfe certainly could have been fatal, so why was he only seriously wounded?

Gag!

Xavier Cooper’s blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of congested blood.

His face turned instantaneously pale as paper; he quickly sat up, stuffing an Elixir for healing into himself, and began to meditate to dissolve the medicine’s power.

Meanwhile, Greg Jensen stopped in his tracks, looked at Troy Milton and the others, and asked, “I’ll ask you one more time, who planted the bomb?”

“You… you were seriously injured, weren’t you?”

Trent Preston looked at Greg Jensen with a face full of shock. He couldn’t believe that, after facing so many automatic rifles, Greg Jensen not only survived but also managed to counter-kill so many half-step Grandmasters.

Greg Jensen tore off his shirt, revealing his smoothly muscled torso. On his smooth, wheat-colored skin, several blood-red bullet holes were particularly noticeable.

The next second, his muscles started to wriggle, and a deformed bullet pushed out from one of the holes.

Greg Jensen reached out, pulled out the bullet, and looked at Trent Preston with a cold sneer, “You mean this?”

“Oh, and these too!”

He casually discarded the bullet and then extracted six more bullets from his body, tossing each in front of Trent Preston.

All seven bullets had hit Greg Jensen, but he was unharmed.

Indeed, the bullets had penetrated his body, but only through a layer of skin.

After passing through the skin, they were caught inside by the muscles.

So, while Greg Jensen appeared to have sustained severe injuries, in reality, it was nothing serious, just superficial wounds.

With the healing ability granted by Divine Dragon Transformation, if it weren’t for the bullets still lodged in his muscles, such minor injuries would have recovered in no time.

Trent Preston and Simon Cooper turned pale with shock, their eyes filled with fear.

Even Duncan Kong beside them had a grave expression on his face.

Catching bullets with his body?

How is that possible?

If Greg Jensen had used Protective Gang Qi to block the bullet, it wouldn’t have been too surprising for Duncan Kong.

That would only prove Greg Jensen’s True Qi was profound, his Protective Gang Qi nearly condensing into substance.

But to catch a bullet with his body, that was a bit inconceivable!

For an internal martial arts Grandmaster, that was simply impossible.

Unless, Greg Jensen was not just an internal martial arts Grandmaster, but also a master of both internal and external cultivation.

How is that possible?

He was only in his twenties, becoming an internal Grandmaster was shocking enough, where would he have found the time to master external martial arts as well?

Duncan Kong was startled by his own thoughts. Before, he believed that killing Barry Wolfe would be as easy as turning over his hand, but now, his previous disdain had been cast to the clouds.

Not to mention killing Barry Wolfe, when it really came down to fighting, there was no guarantee he could even survive.

All was silent!

A breeze blew through, rustling the leaves and branches in the woods.

Greg Jensen slowly withdrew his smile, his calm voice filled with murderous intent, “I’ll ask one last time, who planted the bomb?!”

Whoosh!

Trent Preston and Simon Cooper subconsciously looked towards Troy Milton.

Troy Milton’s face changed slightly, his muscles tensing involuntarily, Barry Wolfe’s terrifying skills etched in his mind, impossible to shake off.

He was extremely fearful, wishing nothing more than to turn and flee!

But he knew he couldn’t retreat!

If he retreated, the Prestons and the Coopers might still escape unharmed, but his Milton Family would certainly be annihilated without exception.

He couldn’t retreat!

Now, he could only gamble, betting that Duncan Kong could kill Barry Wolfe!

Once Barry Wolfe was dead, everything would come to rest!

If he couldn’t kill Barry Wolfe…

Troy Milton hadn’t thought that far.

He believed that Duncan Kong, who had been famous for many years, would definitely defeat Barry Wolfe.

Troy Milton suppressed the fear in his heart, clenched his teeth, turned his head towards Duncan Kong, and bowed deeply, earnestly saying,

“Please, Grandmaster Kong, take action and kill this scoundrel!”

Duncan Kong’s brow furrowed deeply, and he slowly stood up, his expression complex as he looked at Greg Jensen.

Honestly, he now wished he could just turn and leave, not getting involved in this affair any further, because he knew he might not be a match for Barry Wolfe.

But Troy Milton’s cunning lay in the fact that he had paid Duncan Kong the full reward in advance, making it impossible for Duncan Kong to walk away.

If he walked away today, Duncan Kong would no longer have a place in the martial world.

Thus, Duncan Kong had no way out!

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “You are not my match!”

This wasn’t arrogance, because now he had the capital to be arrogant.

Arrogance with capital is no longer arrogance, but confidence!

Duncan Kong took a deep breath, his expression calm as he looked at Greg Jensen, “I know I’m not your match, but I must stand up.”

“Why?” Greg Jensen sneered.

Duncan Kong replied calmly, “To take one’s money and to dispel their disasters.”

Greg Jensen heard this, put away the mockery on his face, and said with all seriousness, “Indeed, it should be so!”

“Are you a Grandmaster of both internal and external cultivation?”

Duncan Kong asked casually, without expecting a reply.

Greg Jensen, unconcerned, spoke with some admiration, “That’s correct.”

Duncan Kong’s movements stiffened, he looked up in shock, and said, “You really are a Grandmaster of both internal and external cultivation?”

Greg Jensen pointed at the bullet hole on his body, “Didn’t you see for yourself?”