A Healer’s Journey

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 fl*pped 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

to him before looking downward at him. “You said you wanted to break

right hand under his

proceeded to crush Oscar’s other hand

shuddered when

for a second

amble past Oscar and say, “Tell Tristan when you go back that the Chomsky

only dared to approach Oscar after Finnegan was out of the alley.

eyes. “Take me to the

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

him. So, who in the world is Mr. Larkin? Why is Oscar, an Amber Realm fighter of Preliminary Rank, no match for him? Moreover, why are you trying to butter him up?”

best to sleep with him. You’ll find

Alisha huffed, “Stupid Grandpa. Still, it looks like I

“What’s going on?”

he saw how severely wounded Oscar

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

Amber Realm fighter of Postliminary Rank?”

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Amber Realm. Furthermore, each realm had four

Realm fighter of Preliminary Rank, was already capable of fighting a hundred people by himself. Thus, the thought of how Finnegan might be an Amber Realm. fighter of Postliminary Rank was instilling shock into Tristan’s

not many Amber Realm fighters

he going to defeat

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

your senior, then. I’ll definitely.

Tristan hastily made

surgery.

to his trusted subordinates, “I never thought Finnegan would 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 Finnegan let down his guard a little.”

“Got it.”

as usual for breakfast

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