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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at Finnegan and questioned, “What kind of power do you

at him. “You said

crushed. Oscar’s right hand under his foot. Pain surged

did not stop there. He proceeded to crush Oscar’s other hand and legs, rendering. him completely immobile.

rest of the men in black shuddered when they saw

for a second as he roared, “Finnegan Larkin!”

when you go back that the Chomsky

after Finnegan was

hatred was in Oscar’s eyes. “Take me to

the alley, Alisha drove to the entrance of the alley. She had not gone. back to the hotel

but Mr. Larkin crippled him. So, who in the world is Mr. Larkin?

your best to sleep with him.

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

“What’s going on?”

saw how severely wounded

gritted his teeth and replied, “Mr. Chomsky, we’ve underestimated Finnegan. I’m no match

Realm fighter of Postliminary Rank?”

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Amber Realm.

Thus, the thought of how Finnegan might

were not many Amber Realm fighters of Postliminary Rank in Jadeborough.

he going to defeat Finnegan?

men to contact my senior. He’s an Amber Realm fighter of Absolute Rank, and he’s going to be coming to Jadeborough to avenge me in a few days’ time. I’m sure he’ll be able to defeat Finnegan.”

your senior, then. I’ll definitely. reward you handsomely after the dust has settled.”

Tristan hastily made arrangements

surgery.

be this powerful. We’re ceasing all operations 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

“Got it.”

as usual for breakfast outside.

sat down, Alisha came over and took the milk that Finnegan had yet to drink. After a few days of interaction, she had already grasped most of Finnegan’s character, so she was

muttered under his breath about how she really helped herself to anything she

Tristan has ordered his men to halt their plans. He event got Tristan Properties to expropriate this region

meter.”