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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questioned, “What kind of power

him before looking downward at him. “You said you wanted to break my legs earlier,

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

to crush Oscar’s other hand and legs, rendering. him completely immobile.

shuddered when they saw the ghastly

pain away for a second as he roared, “Finnegan

say, “Tell Tristan when you go back that the Chomsky family has thirteen more days left. They’re welcome to

Oscar after Finnegan was out of

in Oscar’s eyes. “Take me to

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

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

a moment of silence, an elderly man’s voice traveled out of the speaker. “Heed his words and do your best to sleep with him. You’ll find the answer when it’s

Still, it looks like I have to be

“What’s going on?”

when he saw how severely wounded

I’m no match for

Realm fighter

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and Amber Realm. Furthermore, each realm had four ranks-Preliminary Rank, Intermediate Rank,

the thought of how Finnegan might be an Amber Realm. fighter of Postliminary

many Amber Realm fighters of

he going

of Absolute Rank, and he’s going to be coming to Jadeborough to avenge me in a few days’

ease. “I’ll leave this to you and your senior, then.

Tristan hastily made arrangements

surgery.

out the relocation and demolition at Wharf Street according to the rules and regulations. The compensation will

“Got it.”

as usual for breakfast

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 no longer as cautious

glanced at her and muttered under his breath about how she really helped herself

plans. He event got

meter.”