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

looking downward at him. “You said you wanted

hand under his foot. Pain surged up his arm, and

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

rest of the men in black shuddered when they saw the ghastly state Oscar was

for a second as he roared,

“Tell Tristan when you go back that the Chomsky family has thirteen more days left.

approach Oscar after Finnegan was out of the alley. “Oscar,

Oscar’s eyes. “Take

to the alley, Alisha drove to the entrance of the alley. She

she called her grandfather again. “Grandpa, Tristan just sent Oscar to mess with Mr. Larkin, but Mr. Larkin crippled him. So, who in the

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 time for

it looks like

“What’s going on?”

was astounded when he saw

teeth and replied, “Mr. Chomsky, we’ve underestimated Finnegan. I’m no match for him. I’m quite certain he’s an Amber Realm fighter of Postliminary

Realm fighter of

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Realm, Enigma Realm, and Amber Realm. Furthermore, each

already capable of fighting a hundred people by himself. Thus, the thought of how Finnegan might be an Amber Realm. fighter of

were not many Amber Realm fighters of Postliminary Rank

was he going to

sent my 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

Tristan became at ease. “I’ll leave this to you and your senior, then. I’ll definitely. reward you handsomely after the dust has settled.”

made

surgery.

powerful. We’re ceasing all operations until Oscar’s senior is here. Also, carry out the relocation and demolition at Wharf Street according

“Got it.”

as usual for breakfast outside.

and took the milk that Finnegan had yet to drink. After a few days