The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 759 - Chapter 759 Chapter 759 Sword Cultivator_1

Chapter 759: Chapter 759 Sword Cultivator_1 Chapter 759: Chapter 759 Sword Cultivator_1 Dwayne Law remained silent, nodding.

Marshall Griffin sized up Greg Jensen as if he couldn’t believe it and said coldly, “You killed many people from Healington?”

“Correct,” Greg Jensen said calmly.

Marshall Griffin said in a deep voice, “You deserve to die! How dare you kill people from our Healington, who gave you the courage?”

Greg Jensen replied indifferently, “I kill because they tried to kill me. Should I just sit and wait for death? Whose logic is that?”

“What right do you have to talk logic with me?”

Marshall Griffin looked down upon him, saying coldly, “What are you to dare talk logic with the Danxia Sect?”

Greg Jensen knew that today things wouldn’t end well, and without the slightest hesitation, his mana surged throughout his body, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Marshall Griffin, then directly swung a slap at him.

Slap!

Marshall Griffin never expected Greg Jensen to strike suddenly, and was caught off guard, directly sent flying by the slap.

Greg Jensen had used all his mana for that hit; the Protective Golden Light that had just appeared on Marshall Griffin was instantly shattered.

Marshall Griffin was sent flying hundreds of meters, knocked down six or seven large trees in succession, and nearly flew straight into a ravine on the other side of the mountain.

Sputter!

Marshall Griffin, barely landing on the ground, immediately spat out blood, his complexion pale as paper.

“Junior brother… ”

“Dad!”

Seeing this scene, Bowen Griffin immediately panicked, glaring fiercely at Greg Jensen. Knowing he couldn’t beat the opponent, he didn’t tangle and leaped over to check on his father’s injuries.

The amiability on Gavin Ward’s face disappeared, and he became extremely serious, his eyes revealing a grave look as he stared intently at Greg Jensen.

Luis Cotes, whose face was already cold, became even more clouded with a few shades of gloom, and she said coldly, “Kid, you dare to make a move in front of us, you’re really too arrogant!”

“Isn’t this the result you were hoping to see?”

Greg Jensen sneered, “I’ve merely saved the hassle of arguing. Enough with the nonsense, everyone’s time is precious, let’s hurry up and fight to get this over with.”

“Want to die? Then I’ll grant your wish!”

Luis Cotes let out a cold snort and was about to take action.

Gavin Ward suddenly interjected, “Wait! Did Cultivator Barry Wolfe come here to ask for something from the Danxia Sect?”

“Correct, that was my intention.”

“Then haven’t you considered that by angering the Danxia Sect, your matter might not get resolved?”

Greg Jensen sneered, “Sorry, but I was born without the habit of kneeling and begging. If you’re unwilling to help, then I’ll have to find another way to cooperate with you.”

“So full of yourself!”

Luis Cotes said coldly, “The Danxia Sect has a legacy of thousands of years, it’s not something a junior like you can command.”

Before she had finished speaking, she actually took out a longsword from her storage bag.

Yes, it was that type of sheathed longsword!

“Sword… Sword Cultivator?”

Huang Lao Liu, being a man of broad experience, saw Luis Cotes pull out a longsword, and his face immediately showed a look of horror.

Cultivators generally use Flying Swords or various Magic Artifacts, and aside from physique cultivators, there’s only one type of cultivator who prefers to wield handheld weapons.

That is the legendary Sword Cultivator!

According to the “Yin Yang Harmony Sutra,” during an era when Spiritual Energy was still abundant, Sword Cultivators once dominated amongst the cultivators.

At that time, there was no need to worry about insufficient Spiritual Energy; the combat power of Sword Cultivators was always a cut above the rest, so almost everyone practiced the sword.

However, as Spiritual Energy became scarce, cultivators needed to focus more Spiritual Energy on improving their cultivation and didn’t have extra to nourish and imbue their swords, leading to the near extinction of Sword Cultivators.

Greg Jensen also didn’t expect that in today’s decline of laws era, he would actually encounter a Sword Cultivator.

Clang!

The longsword unsheathed, its dazzling blade flickered and vanished, the boundless keenness of its edge, wrapped in killing intent, instantly spreading out.

Luis Cotes pointed his sword forward, his voice cold, “Draw your sword! I’ll give you a chance to live!”

An indescribable aura firmly locked onto Greg Jensen from dozens of meters away.

Greg Jensen felt a chill throughout his body and a numbness on his scalp, as if he were prey under the gaze of a venomous snake; any movement he made would surely invite a thunderous strike.

On the other side, Dwayne Law and others, upon seeing Luis Cotes draw his sword, hurriedly kept their distance, including the Sect Leader himself, Gavin Ward.

Teresa Cotes blinked her large eyes, her face no longer cold, replaced by three parts anticipation, three parts excitement, and four parts fear and concern.

“How many years has it been? Finally, I see my master draw her sword again!”

Dwayne Law looked reminiscent, “I still remember the year I had just started, going out with master to purchase supplies, when we encountered bandits humiliating a woman. In her righteous anger, the master drew her sword and made a slash.

That sword strike…

Tsk tsk, it was truly breathtaking…”

Teresa Cotes said helplessly, “Uncle Master, you’ve told me about that strike a hundred and eighty times. Now that I finally see Master draw her sword, can’t you be quiet for a while?”

“Ah, you girl…”

“Shut up!”

Dwayne Law wanted to say more but was ruthlessly interrupted by Gavin Ward, the habitually kind and approachable Sect Leader, who now uttered just two words:

“Watch the sword!”

At this moment, everyone fell silent.

The mountains and woods were deadly still!

Teresa Cotes subconsciously held her breath, her bright eyes fixed intently on her master.

She was an abandoned baby, picked up and adopted by Luis Cotes, who later taught her magics and martial arts as she grew.

While still very young, Teresa Cotes had heard of her master’s exploits.

It was said that in his youth, Luis Cotes had a fortuitous encounter, obtaining the inheritance of a Sword Cultivator. Since then, he practiced diligently, eventually becoming a renowned Sword Cultivator and the pinnacle of combat strength for the current generation of the Healington Sect.

Though he was of the Foundation Establishment Realm, his swordsmanship had reached the transformative stage, and most cultivators of the same realm were no match for him.

However, in recent years, as tensions between Hidden Gates had gradually eased, Luis Cotes had not drawn his sword for many years.

Teresa Cotes had grown up listening to stories about her master, but had never had the chance to witness her in action until now, finally fulfilling her long-held desire.

At this moment, she was both nervous and excited, yet also harbored a tinge of worry.

For some reason, ever since Barry Wolfe shared the story of his girlfriend, Teresa Cotes could not find it in herself to hate him.

If her master accidentally killed Barry Wolfe, then his girlfriend would never see him again.

Teresa Cotes’s cold heart slowly melted, feeling somewhat reluctant at the thought of the consequences of Wolfe being killed.

She really wanted to persuade her master to show mercy, but she knew she couldn’t.

The great righteousness of the Sect pressed down upon her head, leaving no room for personal sentiment!

The wind began to blow.

It stirred the leaves, a deadly aura permeating the forest.

Luis Cotes held his longsword, pointing obliquely at the ground, and a deathly aura rose around him, climbing with each passing moment.

At this moment, he was like a man enveloped in the aura of death!

Greg Jensen knew he must break this deadlock soon; once he allowed the opponent’s momentum to reach its peak, he would no longer have a chance to counterattack.

“Draw your sword, or die!”

Luis Cotes barked sharply, his aura suddenly surging upwards.

It was at that moment, Greg Jensen moved!