Chapter 572: Chapter 572: One Against Fifteen_1
Greg Jensen was the first to enter the field in order to advance his Innocent Knife thod.
With every person he killed, the Innocent Knife thod would draw in so vital energy, and both the Divine Dragon Transformation and the Innocent Knife thod would benefit from it.
Even his True Qi had grown to a certain extent because of the vital energy.
In other words, for every person Greg Jensen killed, the benefits he received were beyond the imagination of others.
The opportunity of this martial arts competition was exceptional, and naturally, Greg Jensen did not want to miss it.
Moreover, if he could enter the Union of Seven Provinces in a strong posture, he would have fewer problems to deal with.
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He wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, to deter everyone, so that no one would dare to trouble him again.
After all, he only wanted to acquire resources and concentrate on cultivation; he had no interest in other matters.
So ti later, Austin Hall ca over again, sneaking over a small booklet.
On the booklet, the list of competitors from each family, as well as their general strength, was recorded.
After handing over the booklet, he inquired about the order of appearance on this side. Upon learning that Greg Jensen was the first to go up, he couldn’t help but be surprised.
“Grandmaster Barry, this decision of yours, might be sowhat inappropriate, don’t you think?”
“Oh? How so?”
Greg Jensen glanced over indifferently, his eyes filled with coldness.
Austin Hall felt a chill in his heart and forced a smile, saying, “I understand your strength, and going up first is naturally quite stable.
But what if sothing unexpected happens? I think it’s better this way, let a few of them go up first, and you can back them up later.”
“Are you making decisions for ?”
Greg Jensen’s gaze turned colder, as if even the air around him dropped several degrees, making Austin Hall feel a bone-chilling cold, as if he had plunged into an ice cave.
“My mind is made up, just notify them as such!”
“Alright, I’ll go notify them right now.”
Having snapped out of it, Austin Hall shakily ran to the side and made a phone call ho. As he called, he inwardly cursed Greg Jensen for being too arrogant.
Did he really think that with his own strength, he could challenge fifteen experts consecutively?
Austin Hall shook his head helplessly, feeling that the Hall Family’s newly found ally would likely fall soon.
It seed the Hall Family needed to look for a new ally.
Soon, a mber of the Hall Family walked to the center of the stage and announced the nas of the first pair to compete.
The news that Greg Jensen would be the first to compete imdiately spread throughout the venue.
“Does this Barry Wolfe have a problem in his head?”
“I think his head has a problem, too. If his brain wasn’t ssed up, why would he make himself the first to go on stage?”
Zheng Wanzhou and others felt that Greg Jensen must have gone mad.
Only Issac Grey frowned and muttered to himself, looking in the direction where Greg Jensen was, “You couldn’t possibly be thinking of fighting all fifteen matches by yourself, could you?”
Drake Stuart was sitting next to him, wearing a duckbill cap, with a mask covering his face very tightly.
Hearing Issac Grey’s words, he couldn’t help but laugh softly, “That’s even better. It gives more ti to prepare. By the ti my side makes a move, that kid will probably be at the end of his strength.”
Issac Grey’s expression beca grave, and he nodded, “Please make a move earlier, Brother Drake. Otherwise, the people below might not be able to withstand it.”
Drake Stuart laughed heartily, his laughter tinged with a bit of sarcasm, “Weren’t you all thinking of defeating Barry with a war of attrition before? Why are you scared now?”
Issac Grey shook his head, “This isn’t about fear. If we can reduce so casualties, naturally we should.”
“Alright, I understand. I’ll go down to prepare. If you have any issues on your side, just give a call.”
Issac Grey gave a slight nod, “Thanks, Brother Drake.”
“No need to ntion it.”
Drake Stuart stood up, smiling, “Just don’t forget the condition you agreed to, Brother Issac.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget.”
Watching Drake Stuart leave the stands, Issac Grey couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, then turned his head and looked again in the direction where Greg Jensen was.
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“Boss, the Brent Family should be wary of Lucas Moore, who is adept with a Broad Sword in both hands…”
Thomas Lampe took the chance while Greg Jensen was looking at a small booklet to repeat the nas of several people they should pay special attention to.
Greg Jensen glanced at the booklet and casually threw it to Thomas Lampe.
Thomas Lampe was startled and said, “Aren’t you going to look at it again?”
“No need, I can hardly blatantly read this on the stage, can I?”
“This…”
Upon hearing this, Thomas Lampe instantly realized.
This was a gauntlet match!
That ant, once Greg Jensen stepped onto the stage, unless he completed all fifteen matches or was seriously injured and had to leave, he would have no chance to step down again.
“Boss…”
Thomas Lampe, Duncan Kong, Terry Cooke, and Xavier Cooper, the four Grandmasters, simultaneously took a step forward, their intentions clear without speaking.
They all wanted to fight in place of Greg Jensen.
Louisa Burley also stood up, looking at Greg Jensen with a face full of concern.
Greg Jensen gave her a reassuring look and then smiled at everyone, “Prepare well, you may be up on the stage next.”
Just then, Zachary Hall mounted the stage and said in a loud voice, “Next, may the fighters for the first match please co to the stage!”
On the stands of the Brent Family, Family Head Trevor Brent looked relaxed, turning his head and saying, “Taoist priest, you go up for this round. Focus on probing and try to wear him down as much as possible.”
“Understood.”
Dressed in Taoist robes and lean but upright, like a centuries-old bamboo standing tall and straight, Steven Lampe exuded an aura of sharpness.
His practice was the Tai Chi Sword thod, a legacy of his family lineage. After decades of refinent, he had mastered its essence, and his swordplay was incomparable. His sharp aura also stemd from this practice.
The Tai Chi Sword thod was unpredictable, especially renowned for its agility.
In his eyes, the mission Trevor Brent had given him was all too simple—re child’s play against a twenty-sothing youth. Even if his cultivation had reached the Master Realm, how much combat experience could he have?
Steven Lampe believed that with his Tai Chi Sword thod, not to ntion wearing down Barry Wolfe’s strength, if Trevor Brent so wished, he could directly exhaust Barry Wolfe.
Even, slaying him was not out of the question.
He confidently stated, “Family Head Brent, rest assured, Steven Lampe will not disappoint you.”
“That’s very good.”
Trevor Brent nodded in satisfaction, a smile appearing on his face, “Then I will await the Taoist priest’s triumphant return here.”
“I wish the Taoist priest a triumphant victory!”
The other stewards followed by clasping their hands together in salute.
“Everyone just wait and celebrate for !”
Steven Lampe basked in the mont, laughed out loud, took a leap from the stands and then rushed towards the stage with great speed.
As he neared the stage, he leapt up, touched lightly on the edge of the stage with his foot, and then landed steadily on top of it.
His movents were graceful and elegant, as if he were flying, giving off a remarkable deanor.
Just landing, he was greeted with a burst of applause.
“Excellent!”
“The Taoist priest’s Qinggong is truly beautiful!”
“The Taoist priest is sure to win this battle.”
Listening to the surrounding comntary, Steven Lampe was inwardly proud, hands clasped behind his back like a lofty hermit, and looked in the direction where Greg Jensen was, shouting loudly:
“Steven Lampe of the Brent Family seeks instruction. Barry Wolfe, co forth and et your doom!”
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