The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 595 - : I heard you’re looking for me_1
Chapter 595: Chapter 595: I heard you’re looking for me_1
Timothy Duncan’s face changed when he heard the sound of the air being split outside, and he flicked his hand, sending out a flash of silver light.
He stomped his feet, grabbed the silver light with his hand, and, using the momentum, charged out of the room.
Larry Duncan and his son were momentarily stunned, but they quickly followed suit.
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Outside, they saw Timothy Duncan holding a Silver Spear, his expression grave as he stared into the sky.
A figure like a shooting star plunged from the sky and with a thud, stopped about ten meters away from the three men.
As the dust settled, a robust middle-aged man was revealed.
The middle-aged man had a face sharp as a knife cut, with well-defined features and narrow eyes gleaming with cold light, giving him an utterly ruthless appearance.
He carried a long blade on his back, and from Larry Duncan’s angle, he could only see a dark red hilt and not the blade’s full details.
To Larry’s surprise, he noted that Timothy, who usually feared neither heaven nor earth, was clearly on edge.
The middle-aged man’s icy gaze swept over the three of them, and he said in a deep voice, “Is this the Duncan Family of Suzhou and Hangzhou?”
“Indeed.”
With a grave face, Timothy Duncan asked, “May I know why you have come here in the dead of night?”
The middle-aged man’s expressionless face uttered two words: “To kill!”
“Kill whom?”
“Kill the one who caused the death of our messenger from Healington!”
Upon hearing this, George Duncan’s face shifted, and he exclaimed in shock, “Are you Seth Barnett, an elder from Healington?”
“Correct.”
Seth Barnett spoke indifferently, “Now that you know of me, hand over the murderer quickly, or don’t blame me for being rude.”
“The murderer?”
Upon hearing this, George Duncan hastily said, “Elder Barnett, you’re unaware, but that murderer has nothing to do with our Duncan Family.”
Seth Barnett replied indifferently, “That doesn’t concern me. The man died at your Duncan family’s gathering, so you have to give me an explanation!”
George Duncan, insisting, said, “Yes, you’re right about that, but… the person was too powerful, we couldn’t stop him.”
With a thought, Larry Duncan quickly said, “Elder Barnett, our family’s seniors have already gone to capture the murderer. How about we join forces?”
“Oh?”
After appraising Timothy Duncan for a moment, Seth Barnett said indifferently, “The strength seems decent enough, let’s go together then.”
Timothy Duncan’s mouth twitched slightly, feeling somewhat irritated, but he said nothing.
He could feel Seth Barnett’s strength, but what he truly feared was not the man himself, but the power of Healington behind him.
Curse Barry Wolfe!
If not for him killing the messenger from Healington, why would he have to suffer this humiliation?
Filled with resentment, Timothy Duncan resolved to torment Barry Wolfe properly later—it was the only way to quell the hatred in his heart.
Larry Duncan was overjoyed when Seth Barnett agreed. With Seth’s participation, the plan was almost a sure success.
News had already come from the Seven Provinces of Northwest that they intended to unilaterally tear up the oil field contract. He had been pondering how to deal with Barry Wolfe when the opportunity had presented itself.
Not only was their ancestor taking action, but with an elder from Healington involved, Barry Wolfe was doomed!
With Barry Wolfe gone, what could the Seven Provinces of Northwest do?
Moreover, the Seven Provinces of Northwest had lost many good men in their struggle with Barry Wolfe. This could be an opportune moment to snatch more resources and benefits.
More importantly, there might be a chance to get on good terms with Elder Barnett and Healington.
Truly killing three birds with one stone!
“Elder Barnett, you’ve traveled far. Would you like to rest first?”
“No need, let’s set off now!”
George Duncan laughed and said, “Then I’ll go prepare the car right away.”
Before he finished speaking, Timothy Duncan and Seth Barnett suddenly looked up, both turning their gaze to the distant horizon.
Larry Duncan and his son followed the gaze of the other two, only to see nothing unusual in the pitch-black sky but twinkling stars.
As they puzzled over this, one of the stars suddenly shone intensely bright, then rapidly grew larger.
In the blink of an eye, the starlight had already arrived in front of them.
The next second, the starlight abruptly stopped in mid-air, revealing a person and a sword.
That person was Greg Jensen!
“Flying… Flying Swords?”
Only then did Larry and his son finally realize that it wasn’t any starlight at all, but the light of a Flying Sword.
George Duncan was completely dumbstruck; he knew that Martial Artists who had cultivated deeply could perform Sword Flight, just like the legendary Sword Immortals were said to do.
But this was his first time witnessing it.
Moreover, Barry Wolfe was only in his twenties—how could he possess such strength?
“Peak of the Entrance Realm?”
Timothy Duncan’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “May I inquire who you are…”
George hurriedly said, “Ancestor, this is Barry Wolfe!”
Seth Barnett’s face darkened as he said icily, “Did you kill my brother?”
Greg Jensen, standing on the Sword of Coagulated Frost looking down at him, asked in confusion, “Who is your brother?”
Seth Barnett’s mouth twitched as he said gravely, “Elder Luke Barnett of Healington!”
“Oh, that’s right, I did kill him.”
Greg Jensen glanced at Seth Barnett and said, “He was a scourge, attempting to steal my Elixir Prescription; he was no match for me. His death was well deserved!”
“You’re courting death!”
Enraged, Seth Barnett ground his teeth, drew his long knife, leaped into the air, and slashed down at Greg Jensen.
A fierce wind suddenly arose, and the blade light flashed into view. The sharp aura burst forth, creating tiny fissures even in the air itself.
“Elder Seth, I will assist you!”
Seeing this, Timothy Duncan paused his foot and surged forward, spear in hand, toward Greg Jensen.
Hum!
His spear moved with immense speed, as if piercing the air, producing an ear-piercing hum.
At the tip of the spear, a sonic barrier resembling an umbrella formed.
Larry and George Duncan, watching the attack from the two formidable figures, couldn’t help but simultaneously change color in alarm.
Although the attack was not directed at them, the invisible aura contained within it still caused the two of them heart-pounding terror.
At the same time, their hearts were also filled with elation.
In their view, facing the attack of two powerful figures, Barry Wolfe had no chance of escaping.
This strike might just kill Greg Jensen on the spot!
However, Greg Jensen had no intention of dodging at all.
As the blade light approached and was about to hit his body, Greg Jensen’s toes tapped lightly, and his body soared into the air, with the Flying Sword already thrusting towards the blade light.
Clang!
The sound of metal clanking was so loud it made people’s ears numb; Seth Barnett only felt a numbness in his arm, nearly losing his grip on the knife.
On the other side, things weren’t going well for Timothy Duncan either.
Without a second thought, Greg Jensen responded to the Silver Spear, which shot toward him like a dragon, with a ringing clash, as the Twilight Snow Knife struck directly on the spear’s trajectory.
The speed of the Silver Spear was fast, but the Twilight Snow Knife’s angle, timing, and position were executed perfectly.
It felt as if the Silver Spear had delivered itself underneath the Twilight Snow Knife, only to be knocked away by the strike.
“The longer the weapon, the stronger it is; the shorter, the more perilous.” This saying isn’t entirely true.
Taking the weapons in their hands as an example, Timothy Duncan’s Silver Spear was long indeed, but it also allowed for greater deformation and vibration.
