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 do

looking downward at him. “You said you wanted

Finnegan lifted his leg and cruelly crushed. Oscar’s right hand under his foot. Pain surged up his arm, and Oscar could not hold back hist

He proceeded to crush Oscar’s other hand and

when they

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

was amble past Oscar and say, “Tell Tristan when you go back that the Chomsky family has thirteen more days left.

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

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

entrance of the alley. She had

to mess with Mr. Larkin, but Mr. Larkin crippled him. So, who in the world is Mr. Larkin? Why is Oscar, an Amber Realm

best to sleep with him. You’ll find the answer when it’s time for you to know it, so don’t ask that many

that, the call ended. Alisha huffed, “Stupid Grandpa. Still, it looks like I

“What’s going on?”

when he saw how severely wounded Oscar

no match for him. I’m quite certain he’s an Amber

Amber Realm fighter

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Enigma Realm, and Amber Realm. Furthermore, each realm had four

by himself. Thus, the

not many Amber Realm fighters

he going to

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

this to you and your senior, then. I’ll definitely. reward you

Tristan hastily made arrangements

surgery.

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

“Got it.”

Finnegan woke as usual for breakfast

sat down, Alisha came over and took the milk that Finnegan had yet to drink. After a few days

under his breath about how she really helped herself to anything

state last night, Tristan has ordered his men to halt their plans. He event got

meter.”