A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 17 Not Surrendering

The four men in black were only briefly stupefied before they returned to the fray with even more savagery.

Finnegan quickly avoided their attacks before stretching out his left foot to tap on one of the men’s calves. A crack echoed in the air, and that man collapsed onto the ground, grabbing his calf and crying out in agony.

Oscar’s gaze darkened.

He could fight in the same way Finnegan did, for he was trained under a master fighter.

However, he could not wrap his mind around how Finnegan, someone who was forced out of Jadeborough by Killian back then, could become a master in fighting as well.

While he was thinking about that, Finnegan had swept his leg in an arc and flipped the other three men onto the ground. In no time, Oscar was the only one left standing.

Oscar narrowed his eyes. “You’re talented, but unfortunately, you’ve met me.”

“Come on. Give it a try.”

Finnegan lifted his arm and beckoned Oscar to come.

The action, similar to the beckoning of a dog, infuriated Oscar. With an angry cry, he dashed toward Finnegan before lifting his leg up to swing it downward.

Not only did he want Finnegan to find out what pain was, but he also wanted Finnegan to kneel before him and beg for his forgiveness.

Yet, Finnegan suddenly raised his leg faster than Oscar did-higher, too-before slamming it down on Oscar’s shoulder. The sickening crack of the clavicle reverberated in the space, and Oscar fell to the ground in the position of a split. Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead as pain, fear, and shock crashed into him like a tidal wave.

Why can’t I even withstand a blow from him?

“Who in the world are you?”

Instead of answering him, Finnegan spun on his feet to land a spinning kick on Oscar’s chest. Oscar flew backward. When he crashed to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood as two of his ribs broke.

However, Oscar still managed to not make any sound of pain.

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and questioned, “What kind of power do you have?”

at him. “You said you wanted

Oscar could say anything in response, Finnegan lifted his leg and cruelly crushed. Oscar’s right hand under his foot. Pain

did not stop there. He proceeded to crush Oscar’s other hand and

men in black shuddered when they saw the ghastly state

force his pain away for a second as he roared,

say, “Tell Tristan when you go back that the Chomsky family has thirteen more

Oscar after Finnegan was out of the alley. “Oscar, what do we do?”

was in Oscar’s eyes. “Take me to the hospital first.”

Alisha drove to the entrance of the alley. She had not gone. back to the hotel right away after sending Finnegan

just sent Oscar to mess with Mr. Larkin, but Mr. Larkin crippled him. So, who in the world is Mr. Larkin? Why

man’s voice traveled out of the speaker. “Heed his words and do your best to sleep

Still, it looks like I have to be serious about sleeping

“What’s going on?”

saw how

no match for him. I’m quite certain he’s an Amber Realm fighter of Postliminary Rank.”

Realm fighter of Postliminary Rank?”

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four realms-Ether Realm, Terra Realm, Enigma Realm, and Amber Realm. Furthermore, each realm had

the thought of how Finnegan might be an Amber Realm.

fighters of Postliminary Rank

going

an Amber Realm fighter of Absolute Rank, and he’s going to

leave this to you and your senior, then. I’ll definitely. reward you handsomely after the dust

Tristan hastily made arrangements for

surgery.

until Oscar’s senior is here. Also, carry out the relocation and demolition at Wharf Street according to the rules and regulations. The compensation will start from twenty-three thousand for every square meter. We’ll use this to make Finnegan let down his

“Got it.”

woke as usual for breakfast

a few days of interaction, she had already grasped most of Finnegan’s character, so she

she really

his men to halt their plans. He event got Tristan

meter.”