The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 815 - Chapter 815 Chapter 815 Bloodline Boiling

Chapter 815: Chapter 815: Bloodline Boiling Chapter 815: Chapter 815: Bloodline Boiling “Is this the ability that comes with having four great Bloodlines?!”

Greg Jensen watched the scene unfold, his curiosity about the Dark Golden Triangle’s extreme plant evolution research growing more intense.

However, he didn’t have much time to ponder; a hurricane was curling up before him.

Immediately following, Oscar Jones’ fist, now three times larger, dragged its afterimage as it slammed down fiercely.

“Go to hell, Owen Anderson!”

Oscar Jones sneered, his grotesque facial features twisting even more.

Little did he know… perhaps in the eyes of others, his speed was the pinnacle of velocity, but under Greg Jensen’s Divine Eye of Heaven’s Secret, his movements were still as clear as day.

Greg, with no rush, threw a punch of his own, under the amplification of the Divine Dragon Transformation, infinite and vast vitality rolled within him, converging into his fist, and collided hard with Oscar Jones’!

Boom!

At once, a thunderous explosion like that of thunder blasted at the point where their fists met, reverberating deafeningly. Waves of air surged from the center of their collision, overturning layer upon layer of the surrounding terrain.

The flying sand whistled fiercely under these rapid winds, where it fell, nothing was left but a pockmarked wasteland!

In a breath’s time, the two exchanged more than a hundred blows in a crisscross of fist winds and loud pops.

It appeared to be an evenly matched battle, but in reality… with every move Greg made, he discreetly employed the Poison Immersion Finger, fortified with Dark Strength, wreaking havoc on Oscar Jones’ internal organs and meridians.

In contrast, while Oscar Jones’ Bloodlines were fierce, not one was cultivated to perfection, their numerous complexities led to countless deficiencies, and despite striking many times, the hits were as if punching steel when they landed on Greg, utterly ineffective.

“How… how can you possibly be this strong?!”

Oscar Jones stared at Greg in utter terror, clearly not expecting that, even with the power of four great Bloodlines, forcibly elevating his level to the peak of seven, he was still unable to do anything to his opponent.

This meant that Greg’s realm was far beyond the peak of level seven, very likely reaching the standards of level eight!

Greg didn’t answer him. His ancient boxing technique, like a raging storm, marched on furiously, adroitly maximizing the use of Dark Strength.

So every punch that landed left a shallow imprint on Oscar Jones’ body, with all the force piercing through the surface of his skin straight to his internal organs.

In no time at all, Oscar Jones made a critical misstep, quickly ending up on the losing side. He stared in disbelief at his palm, where a tinge of green, a sign of poisoning, was emerging!

He instinctively tried to mobilize the Spiritual Energy within his body to resist, only to discover that the more he circulated Spiritual Energy, the more violently the poison spread.

Boom!

Ultimately, Greg delivered a punch that crushed his skull, taking advantage of the moment Oscar Jones froze to cave in half of his head!

Normally, such a serious injury would be unquestionably fatal for anyone, but Oscar Jones merely rolled out more than ten meters, looking utterly defeated, yet the power of his Bloodline was still tirelessly healing his wounds.

“Hahaha… Lucky for me, I merged with the Willow Bloodline and gained the ability to regenerate! Otherwise, that punch of yours would indeed have killed me!”

Oscar Jones laughed maniacally, suddenly turning to look at Robert Moore and the others, “Aren’t you going to make your move? This guy has at least the strength of level eight, we must not be careless!”

Robert Moore snorted coldly and clapped his hands toward Greg:

“Not bad, truly worthy of the one who once challenged the Liberty Alliance and Cherrywood. The power you’ve shown has indeed shocked me, but it’s a pity that today you’ve met us and you’re bound to die inevitably!”

Buzz–

As he spoke, he and Gavin Bane released a variety of Special Abilities and Bloodlines.

Under the enhancement of seven Bloodlines, Robert Moore transformed into a monstrous creature with eight arms, standing three meters tall, fierce and ghastly, with a pale blue horn growing on his forehead, and limbs as robust and powerful as tiger’s limbs.

Looking at Gavin Bane, his form was equally exaggerated, almost indistinguishable from the Cow Demon, with more than a dozen Special Abilities amplifying him, even sprouting a pair of wings over three meters long on his back. With a slight flap, he soared into the air, looking down on Greg from above.

Although the cultivation levels of the two were only at the late stage of level seven, their capabilities had already nearly reached the early stage of level eight under the numerous enhancements.

“See the difference yet? Just because you can beat Oscar, doesn’t mean you can win against us!”

Gavin’s tone was arrogant, his gaze was disdainful and he looked down on everything, exuding extreme confidence.

Greg Jensen saw their changes and said with a grim face:

“So this is your secret research? To use so many special abilities and bloodlines at once, you must have captured quite a number of superpowered persons for experimentation, haven’t you?”

“Hmph! I don’t understand what you’re talking about!”

Robert quickly denied his accusation, with eight arms reaching out simultaneously, grabbing eight Treasure Swords. With a push from his tiger legs, his towering body over three meters tall leaped into the air, pouncing from above downwards.

The eight Treasure Swords whipped up a whirlwind, interweaving into a blur of illusions, instantly enveloping Greg in their midst, their speed so fast, like lightning, dazzling the eyes and making it hard to distinguish between reality and phantom.

At the same time, Gavin also made his move. He flapped his wings, quickly closing in, and swung his palm–which was nearly the size of a human head–through the air. The pale blue claw energy shot out like a cannonball, aiming straight for the vitals!

Facing two powerhouses whose strength was close to level eight, Greg didn’t dare to be careless. He immediately swung his Triangular Sword, releasing Sword Qi like a dragon, sweeping across the sky and engulfing them both.

Boom!!

In the blink of an eye, the first exchange of moves crossed each other, countless Sword Qi struck Robert and Gavin, leaving only shallow marks on their bodies, causing no substantial damage.

Meanwhile, the whirlwind-like swordsmanship and claw energy upon hitting Greg’s body also disappeared as if they plunged into the sea, not even piercing his outer skin, indicating how strong his defense was!

Swish, swish!

Robert attacked again. His eight arms quickly extended, like those of an octopus, aiming to entangle Greg tightly.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice a layer of light rings wrapped around the surface of these arms, their bloodlines swirling within, granting them robust flexibility and variability!

“This is it? You think you can entangle me with this?!”

Greg sneered with disdain, instantly seeing through his intent, releasing Holy Light Swordsmanship like the spread of candlelight, instantly sending hundreds of sharp Sword Qi streaking towards the eight arms.

At the same time, he leaped up, and under the Drifting Dragon Movement Skill’s enhancement, his body transformed into a blur, the tip of his Triangular Sword pointing straight at Robert’s forehead.

“Did you forget about me?!”

At the crucial moment, Gavin suddenly appeared to the side, his giant clawed hand, bolstered by the strength of the Saber-Toothed Tiger Bloodline, swung down in a ferocious attack, seeking to forcibly interrupt Greg’s offense, clearly seeing Robert’s predicament.

Hum!!

However, Greg was not to be trifled with!

He decisively released the Divine Sense Eye, assaulting them with his Divine Sense.

“Hiss!”

In an instant, both of them felt a piercing pain in their brains, followed by a momentary darkness.

“No good!!”

Robert reacted, instinctively trying to counterattack.

But how could he be faster than Greg?

With the rise of a hand and a fall of a sword, a head hit the ground!

The once invincible Robert met his downfall!