NOVPUBChapter 519 -519: Fist Intent_1
Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis had already known that Greg Jensen鈥檚 movement technique was swift, but they were still shocked by the scene before them.
Although they looked down on Connor Murphy, they had to admit his martial arts accomplishments.
After all, Connor Murphy鈥檚 reputation in the Seven Provinces of Northwest was far more resounding than theirs.
鈥淲hat exactly was the deal with Barry Wolfe鈥檚 punch, and how did it kill Connor Murphy with one hit?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know, let鈥檚 wait and see.鈥
They had always harbored grievances against Connor Murphy and his brothers, so when they saw Karl Peirce charging at Greg Jensen, they not only didn鈥檛 step forward to help but also harbored the thought of having Karl Peirce test the waters.
...
鈥淒eath comes!鈥
Karl Peirce charged in front of Greg Jensen, throwing a straight punch directly at Greg Jensen鈥檚 chest.
He wanted to avenge his brother and use the same method by which his brother died to kill Greg Jensen!
Hum!
A piercing hum suddenly rose up.
The living room fell abruptly silent, and everyone felt as though they had gone deaf, unable to hear anything at all.
It was as if the air around them had been sucked away by that punch, leaving no medium for sound to travel through.
潡堭潣凁潣潡?co
And on Karl Peirce鈥檚 fist, a layer of faint True Qi had enveloped it.
The next second, the gale roared!
All the air around them converged towards the tip of his fist.
Crack!
As his fist pierced the air, it even made a slight sonic boom.
The unrivaled sharp aura erupted violently at that moment, rushing towards Greg Jensen.
Meanwhile, Greg Jensen stood frozen as if petrified, unmoving in his spot, awaiting the arrival of the fist.
Only then did Bryson Corl finally regain his hearing, and he exclaimed subconsciously, 鈥淗e has actually comprehended Sword Intent!
Body serves as the auxiliary, intent as the essence!
If a knife has its Knife Intent, a sword has its Sword Intent, naturally, a fist technique also has a Punch Intent.
Once one has comprehended Intent, a martial artist鈥檚 moves will produce many wondrous variations.
Karl Peirce had comprehended speed, speed taken to the extreme, even breaking through the sound barrier.
Seeing this, the old master Zhou couldn鈥檛 help but reveal a hint of joy; Barry Wolfe was doomed!
Facing Karl Peirce, who had comprehended Punch Intent, no one could brace themselves against this punch, not even a Great Grandmaster.
Even someone at the entry level of the Dao Realm would probably need to avoid its sharp edge, let alone Barry Wolfe, who had just stepped into the Master Realm? 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
On the other hand, Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis were filled with bitterness.
Although their realms were slightly higher than Karl Peirce鈥檚, neither of them had managed to cultivate this thing called Punch Intent.
Because whether one could comprehend Punch Intent entirely depended on innate talent, the kind of talent that even effort could not replace.
And they, unfortunately, did not possess this kind of talent; all they could do was envy and be jealous.
What was even more troubling to them was that there would be no chance for them to show off today; after that punch, even if Barry Wolfe didn鈥檛 die, he would lose half his life.
Watching the tip of Karl Peirce鈥檚 fist almost reach Greg Jensen, Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis both secretly sighed in their hearts.
Thump!
A muffled collision sound erupted.
Karl Peirce鈥檚 fist fiercely struck Greg Jensen鈥檚 chest.
However, Greg Jensen did not break into pieces as everyone had imagined, nor was he blasted away.
He still stood in place, with an indifferent expression, not even moving his feet an inch.
Utter silence reigned!
After a short pause, the crowd erupted into an uproar.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 going on?鈥
鈥淏arry Wolfe, he鈥︹€
Grandpa Zhou furrowed his brow tightly as if he had thought of something.
Bryson Corl suddenly became stunned and exclaimed, 鈥淗e鈥檚 an External Sect Grandmaster, he鈥檚 a dual-sector Grandmaster!鈥
鈥淎 dual-sector Grandmaster? How old is he, how is that possible?鈥
Pfft!
While everyone was arguing, Greg Jensen reached out his hand and wiped, spraying out warm fresh blood.
Karl Peirce鈥檚 eyes widened instantly, one hand clutching his neck while the other pointed at Greg Jensen, his mouth wide open as if he wanted to say something, yet he could only emit a 鈥榟ehe鈥 sound.
Greg Jensen didn鈥檛 even glance at him and walked straight toward Grandpa Zhou.
Thump!
A heavy thud echoed as something hit the ground, but Greg Jensen didn鈥檛 even look back, as if it had nothing to do with him.
He stopped in his tracks, lifted his head to look at Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis who were blocking his way, and said indifferently, 鈥淎re you trying to stop me?鈥
Bryson Corl said solemnly, 鈥淪orry, although we can鈥檛 stop you, we still have to try.鈥
Anthony Davis bowed with a fist and said, 鈥淢antis Anthony Davis!鈥
Bryson Corl also bowed with his fists, 鈥淭ai Chi Bryson Corl!鈥
Greg Jensen calmly looked at the two of them and said indifferently, 鈥淎re you both coming at me together, or one at a time?鈥
After looking at each other, Bryson Corl spoke, 鈥淲e know we鈥檙e no match for Master Wolfe, so we can鈥檛 care about the rules of the martial world.鈥
鈥淚t doesn鈥檛 matter鈥︹€
Before Greg Jensen finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed over, moving so fast that it almost caught up with his Wind Control Skill.
Before he could react, the person struck down with a palm.
鈥淲hy talk about rules with him, let鈥檚 all go at him together!鈥
鈥淕randpa Zhou鈥︹€
The two of them were already embarrassed about the two-on-one situation, and now Grandpa Zhou intervened, making it even more awkward for them.
Bryson Corl鈥檚 face turned somewhat ugly, but seeing Grandpa Zhou making a move, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and pounce.
Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis blocked Greg Jensen鈥檚 retreat front and back, while Grandpa Zhou relied on his speed to move around them like a specter.
His angles of attack were extremely tricky, and every move was aimed at the vital points around Greg Jensen.
Seeing this, Greg Jensen frowned slightly, not because he was struggling to deal with the three men, but because Grandpa Zhou seemed somewhat strange.
The usual speed came from profound Qinggong skills, where each step taken was incredibly fluid, but Grandpa Zhou was different.
His speed was indeed quick, but his movements were very clumsy.
It felt as if Grandpa Zhou the person was fast, but he knew nothing about Qinggong, which made Greg Jensen feel very uncomfortable.
Greg Jensen didn鈥檛 want to waste time with them, and with a palm strike, sent Bryson Corl and Anthony Davis flying out, then focused on dealing with Grandpa Zhou.
But just as he sent the two flying, Grandpa Zhou, without a second thought, turned and fled, running as fast as before.
At that moment, Greg Jensen finally noticed something was wrong.
On Grandpa Zhou鈥檚 leg, there was actually a yellow talisman attached.
Seeing this, Greg Jensen flicked his hand, and a silver needle shot out, piercing right through the yellow talisman.
Grandpa Zhou staggered, then continued running forward.
Where the silver needle had pierced, crimson blood flowed out.
Strangely, as the blood soaked the talisman, the yellow paper spontaneously ignited.
The next second, Grandpa Zhou鈥檚 speed dropped instantly, and then with a thud, he fell to the ground.
At this time, Duncan Kong and others had also cleared the periphery and walked in, seeing Grandpa Zhou lying on the ground, they quickly surrounded and subdued him.
Greg Jensen extended his hand and remotely retrieved the remnants of the yellow talisman, discovering that it was fundamentally different from the Taoist talismans.
As for what it exactly was, he couldn鈥檛 quite say.
Duncan Kong came over and said, 鈥淏oss, we鈥檝e captured him, what now?鈥
Greg Jensen, holding the half-burnt yellow talisman, came over to Grandpa Zhou and asked, 鈥淲hat is this thing?鈥
