Chapter 343: Chapter 341 - 341 Try Recruiting_1

“Make your move!”

Jay Brent stood beside Ethan Locke, shouted down below, and then silently retreated backward.

“Greg Jensen, you think you’re such a good fighter? There are over a hundred people here, what good can your fighting do…”

Ethan Locke’s words were cut off halfway as the smile on his face suddenly froze because those youngsters not only did not attack Greg Jensen, they actually charged into the villa.

“Jay Brent, what’s going on?”

Ethan Locke turned around sharply, only to find that Jay Brent had already taken the Fragrant Spirit Grass and retreated to the stairs.

He was immediately shocked and pointed at Jay Brent, “Catch him for me!”

Before his words fell, several men in black lingering around Ethan Locke immediately rushed over, two toward Jay Brent and another two reaching for the Fragrant Spirit Grass.

Jay Brent’s face showed a slight change as he clutched the plant and dashed downstairs.

Seeing this, Ethan Locke was nearly driven mad with rage and bellowed, “Get the plant back for me first!”

What was going on with Jay Brent didn’t matter to him anymore; all he wanted was to get the Fragrant Spirit Grass back—that was the Locke family’s hope for resurgence.

Without it, the Locke family was truly finished!

Ethan Locke charged to the first floor with his men, only to find his men left on the ground floor surrounded by Jay Brent’s subordinates.

Another group of youngsters was freeing Lindsey Wolfe and the others.

Seeing this, Ethan Locke was so angry he was almost about to explode, pointing at Jay Brent he roared, “Jay Brent, you ungrateful rat, how dare you betray me!”

At this moment, Jay Brent finally ran up to Greg Jensen, filled with more confidence, turned his head, and sneered,

“Blind your dog eyes, I’ve been Mr. Greg’s man all along, it was you who insisted I follow you, don’t blame me for this.”

“I’ll be damned…”

Upon hearing this, Ethan Locke nearly spurted out blood, and said to the people around him, “Forget about those others, get the plant back for me!”

“Yes, Young Master Locke.”

Over a dozen men in black, bypassing their fighting comrades, charged toward Jay Brent.

Startled, Jay Brent cursed and immediately hid behind Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen glanced at Lindsey Wolfe and the others, saw the situation was under control, slightly relaxed, then turned to the approaching men in black, a cold smile forming on his lips.

“Come, good! I can try my new move on you!”

No sooner had he spoken than he had mustered all the True Qi in his body, concentrated it in his right hand, merged his sword fingers, and aimed at the foremost man in black.

Whump!

A beam of golden light shot out, piercing directly through the forehead of the man in black, creating a large hole.

Then, the golden light continued unabated, serendipitously piercing the cheek of the man behind him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The piercing screams immediately echoed through the entire villa.

“Complete Dark Power, half a step into the Master Realm?”

The middle-aged man who had been standing by Ethan Locke’s side couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, showing a heavy expression on his face.

Ethan Locke asked in surprise, “What does that mean?”

The middle-aged man said gravely, “Complete Dark Power, half a step into the Grandmaster, is a realm indicating that kid is infinitely close to the Master Realm, able to project True Qi outward.”

“Are you talking about Greg Jensen?”

Ethan Locke exclaimed in shock, “How… how is that possible? Two years ago, he was still a fool.”

“Perhaps he had some sort of fortuitous encounter. It’s just… this golden True Qi is indeed rare.”

The middle-aged man frowned and pondered for a moment, unable to find an answer, then gently shook his head and turned to Ethan Locke, saying,

“You have two choices, either I take you away now, and with your Locke family’s leftover wealth, you could still live as a rich man.

Or I fight him; win or lose, I will leave, and your fate will no longer concern me.”

Ethan Locke gritted his teeth, clasped his hands in front of him, and took a deep bow as he said, “I beg of you, Uncle Tyrese, to help me take back the Fragrant Spirit Grass.”

Tyrese Gill shook his head, sighing, “Why must you do this? Isn’t it better to just live well?”

Ethan Locke’s head hung low, his face pale, but he showed no sign of regret.

He was gambling!

Gambling that Tyrese Gill could kill Greg Jensen and snatch back the Fragrant Spirit Grass!

He felt that Tyrese Gill’s earlier words were merely an excuse to leave the Locke family.

After many years of martial arts practice and being at the age of physical peak, wouldn’t it be easy for Tyrese Gill to deal with Greg Jensen?

Many years ago, Tyrese Gill was seriously injured and was saved by Jeffrey Locke. He had stayed with the Locke family ever since as a way to repay the debt.

After so many years, it was understandable for him to want to leave.

Ethan Locke was clear in his mind that he could not stop the other party if he wanted to leave. It would be better to use this opportunity to retrieve the Fragrant Spirit Grass and eliminate Greg Jensen.

When the time came, not only would he not stop him, but he would also offer a generous sum of money, leaving behind a gesture of goodwill.

Once the Locke family restored its former glory, he planned to find ways to mend the relationship.

By this time, Lindsey Wolfe and others had already been rescued by Jay Brent’s men, and Jay Brent himself had retreated into the courtyard with the Fragrant Spirit Grass.

In the villa, only Greg Jensen and the three remaining men in black were left.

Greg Jensen maintained a calm and collected demeanor, whereas the three men in black were all injured.

Ethan Locke looked at the men in black lying on the ground, his heart aching terribly—these were the men the Locke family had spent great effort to train.

He hadn’t expected that their first action would result in such heavy losses.

He bowed again, his voice desperate, “Uncle Tyrese…”

“Sigh.”

Tyrese Gill heaved a sigh, stepped forward, and said indifferently, “All of you, stand down.”

Upon hearing these words, the three men in black immediately feigned a move and attempted to withdraw to the side.

Greg Jensen, who was enjoying the fight, saw that they were about to leave and his face darkened, “Finish the fight and then run? Not so easy!”

Ever since he had begun his cultivation, all the opponents Greg Jensen had faced were like chickens and dogs, scarcely any challenge.

These men in black were different; they were experts of the Ming Strength phase. Not only had Greg Jensen tested the power of the Golden Sword Technique on them, but he had also verified the body techniques and boxing methods he had practiced.

The only thing that disappointed him was that the Golden Sword Technique consumed too much True Qi. Given his current condition, he could only use it twice, and to save some strength for later, he had only tried it once.

However, these three men in black were already at the end of their tether; there was no need to use the Golden Sword Technique to take them down.

Thud thud thud…

After three muffled thuds, all three men in black lay on the ground, lifeless.

Ethan Locke’s face turned extremely ugly as he angrily said, “Uncle Tyrese, kill him, kill him!”

Tyrese Gill looked at the men in black lying before him, and his expression grew grave. His gaze turned icy as he stared at Greg Jensen and said,

“So young, yet you strike with such ruthlessness. I’m after all halfway into the Master Realm, and you don’t give me any face?”

“What’s face? Can you eat it?”

Greg Jensen scoffed mockingly but was inwardly on alert because he sensed a trace of danger emanating from Tyrese Gill.

Hearing Tyrese Gill call himself a half-step into the Master Realm, he had a sudden realization—his cultivation might be not much different from the other’s.

“If I’m not wrong, the move you just made, you can only use it once, right?”

Tyrese Gill felt choked by Greg Jensen’s words and immediately retorted sarcastically, “A half-step Grandmaster is indeed a Grandmaster, but the True Qi is much lacking.

Using True Qi to release such moves and control the enemy, apart from looking fancy, is actually less effective than keeping it in reserve.”

Greg Jensen sneered, “So what if you’re a half-step Grandmaster? Aren’t you still just someone else’s dog?”