The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

He had practiced so hard for decades, yet he was still just an Innate Grandmaster.

This youngster had become an Innate Grandmaster of both internal and external cultivation in his twenties, purely on the basis of talent.

How could this be justified?

“You still have time to leave,” Greg Jensen said indifferently.

Duncan Kong shook his head and said, “I’m sorry, I’d like to go too, but I still stand by what I said, to take people’s money and eliminate their disasters.

A man’s promise is his bond!

I may not be a gentleman, but I promised I would kill you, and I definitely will. That’s the principle I uphold in the martial world!”

“What if you die?”

“Then I’ll just die!”

Upon hearing these words, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but feel a bit of appreciation for Duncan Kong.

Indeed, he might not be a gentleman, but he was more committed to his promises than most gentlemen.

In the current situation, even if he ran away, no one would say anything, yet he chose to stay.

Even facing the possibility of death, he still confronted it calmly.

“Three moves!”

Greg Jensen extended three fingers and said lightly, “If you can take my three moves, I’ll let you live. How about that?”

“Kid, stop the nonsense and start fighting!”

At this moment, Duncan Kong’s heart was free from the concerns and solemnity he had just moments before.

He positioned himself like he was facing an opponent of equal rank, slowly assuming a starting stance with both defense and offense capabilities—the Golden Sand Palm.

Then, without waiting for Greg Jensen to make a move, Duncan Kong darted forward in a flash and executed the Hitting the Tiger Leaning on the Mountain, aiming a punch at Greg Jensen’s face.

The robust True Qi, mixed with fierce gusts of wind, smashed down viciously.

Greg Jensen lightly tapped the ground with his toes, advancing rather than retreating, and charged straight into Duncan Kong’s arms before using a close-body maneuver resembling a body check.

Twisting the waist, leaning the body, upward thrust!

Boom!

Duncan Kong was forced to retreat several steps before he could barely stabilize his stance. He felt his chest go numb, as if it had lost all sensation.

He gritted his teeth, ready to counterattack, but that numbness turned into a searing pain.

Duncan Kong’s body trembled slightly, and his movements naturally paused for a brief moment.

Just then, Greg Jensen tapped the ground again, shooting forward like an arrow.

Swish!

The speed was so great that it seemed to tear the air!

Duncan Kong was filled with alarm as a Sword finger slowly extended towards him.

At his fingertip, a Golden Small Sword was pulsating slightly with an indescribable sharp aura.

Duncan Kong, like rotten wood struck by lightning, stood petrified, not daring to move.

He had a premonition that any slight movement would cause the Golden Small Sword to shoot out instantly, slicing through his throat.

Only now did he realize what had cut the carotid artery of the first half-step Grandmaster to fall.

Exhale!

Duncan Kong carefully exhaled a breath of foul air, his body gradually relaxing his guard, muscles loosening, and with a grim look he said,

“I… I lost!”

Greg Jensen thought for a moment, took out an Elixir, and tossed it over, saying indifferently, “Eat it, or die.”

Under someone’s roof, one has no choice but to bow their head!

Without the slightest hesitation, Duncan Kong picked up the Elixir and put it into his mouth.

“A slow-acting poison, it will take effect after half an hour, and only I have the antidote. You didn’t last three moves, so your life is mine now.”

Greg Jensen patted his shoulder and walked towards Troy Milton.

Duncan Kong’s body stiffened again, then relaxed after a moment, a bitter smile emerging on his face.

Was he now under someone else’s control?

He shook his head with a wry smile, sighing silently in his heart. Staying alive was already the best outcome; so be it if he was under control.

Meanwhile, Trent Preston and Simon Cooper had retreated to a nearby spot, keeping their distance from Troy Milton before the fighting had even started.

Seeing that Duncan Kong was no match for Barry Wolfe, Trent Preston knelt on the ground and said with a trembling voice,

“The bomb was his doing, it has nothing to do with us.”

Simon Cooper, also trembling, turned to look at Troy Milton, trying to remain calm as he said,

“What Trent says is true. We have long since wanted to stop fighting. It was Troy Milton who kept forcing us to be involved.”

Greg Jensen paused in his steps, glanced at the two men, a cold smile curling on the corners of his mouth, and continued walking towards Troy Milton.

Troy Milton’s face turned dark as he glared fiercely at the two men before turning a cold gaze to Greg Jensen, his eyes narrowing slightly.

At this moment, he started to feel a sense of panic.

He hadn’t expected Duncan Kong to be so easily defeated by Barry Wolfe.

Just one move, and he was totally overcome!

Watching Greg Jensen approaching, he seemed to have aged ten years, his body hunching as if his spine had been removed.

A tinge of regret crossed his mind—if he had only known Barry Wolfe was this strong, he should have handed him over to the Stuart Family from the start.

Let the two of them fight it out; regardless of the winner, the Milton Family would not suffer a loss.

The difference was that Troy Milton would only be able to advance steadily in his training, losing the opportunity to ascend to the Master Realm through Elixirs.

But what of that?

To be alive is better than to be dead, right?

But now, any regret was too late.

Greg Jensen stopped in front of Troy Milton and asked, “Was the bomb your doing?”

“That’s right, I did it.”

By this time, however, Troy Milton had calmed down and said gravely, “I never intended to kill you with the bomb directly. This is where my true trap lies.”

Greg Jensen shook his head and scoffed, “Your trap isn’t all that impressive. Not only did it break the rules, it had no effect whatsoever.”

Troy Milton ignored his comment, continuing, “Since you have survived, let’s discuss terms.”

Greg Jensen sneered, “What makes you think you have the right to negotiate with me?”

Troy Milton lifted his head slightly with a hint of pride, “Because my sister married into the Stuart Family! Isn’t that enough?”

“Not enough,” Greg Jensen shook his head.

Troy Milton glanced at Greg Jensen and said blandly, “So what do you want? I advise you not to push your luck. We all move in the same circles in the capital. It’s a small world after all.

Can you guarantee that you’ll never fall into my hands?

You are young and there’s a lot you don’t understand.

To be merciful where one can is to leave a way out for others, as well as for oneself.”