A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 91 Do Not Dodge

Forrest was defeated in just two strikes.

Eleazar and the others were stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

“Is he really a doctor?” Stephen asked hesitantly.

He had seen countless doctors, including the top ten renowned doctors in Loang, but not someone as ruthless and audacious as Finnegan.

Jace gulped, sharing Stephen’s sentiment.

Finnegan had completely shattered their preconceived notions of a doctor.

Logan

remained nonchalant. He said in a low voice, “You’ll get used to it.”

He had also been equally astonished when he first learned of Finnegan’s remarkable martial.

prowess.

“I’ll kill you, Finnegan!” Eleazar roared, stepping forward.

Logan, who had previously been standing still, moved to stand right in front of Eleazar. “Anyone who dares to move dies!”

Eleazar’s face was drained of color as he staggered backward when he sensed the formidable. aura Logan radiated. A Terra Realm warrior in Absolute Rank? A Grandmaster? How could Finnegan possibly have a Grandmaster by his side?

Clarabelle and Isaac paled as well. What’s going on?

Oscar, too, widened his eyes in shock. He muttered incessantly, “A Terra Realm warrior in Absolute Rank? How is that possible?”

He had thought Finnegan would be doomed when Eleazar and the others arrived.

Upon discovering that Finnegan had a Grandmaster in his company, Oscar was engulfed in despair as fear overwhelmed him.

“Oscar, I thought you said there was no one he could count on?” Eleazar bellowed.

Trembling uncontrollably, Oscar replied, “He’s indeed all alone. Otherwise, Mr. Killian wouldn’t have-” At the thought of something, he turned to Finnegan. “Finnegan, is he your

past five years?” master? Did you acquire your skills from him over the

Finnegan patted Logan’s shoulder, motioning for him to step aside. Then, in response to

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not important. Let’s move on to the next one. Take turns drying, remember? Let’s not waste any more time and follow my rules. Who’s up

Clarabelle and Isaac turned

when they discovered that Finnegan

said, “Finnegan, you were right about one thing. This is between you and the Chomsky family, and it doesn’t concern us. Let’s end it here. We’ll leave immediately,”

you want out, you’ve got two choices: either you leave here after giving me a beating close to death, or I’ll make sure you’re carried out as a

is one of the Five Unparalleled and the Ten Illustrious, Golden Hades.

my friend would intervene?” Finnegan sneered. “Don’t worry. He won’t, even if you kill me. Just get in

for real?” Eleazar’s eyes

believed Finnegan was no match for them.

down merely because

the plan which was to dispose of Finnegan and then ask Tristan for more money.

of answering his question, Finnegan pointed at Isaac. “It’s your turn now. Show me

grim. “How did

the crap!” Finnegan swiftly attacked

composure, Isaac drew a sword from his waist and lunged

slowpoke!” Finnegan mocked.

two fingers together to catch the

flickered in Isaac’s eyes. “Il slice off your fingers!”

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force on his palm, attempting to

sword remained unaffected. “How can this

sound echoed through the air, in harmony with

two fingers, Finnegan snapped the sword in half, shocking everyone

face darkened once again. “Retreat, Isaac. Retreat!”

Finnegan scoffed, his speed skyrocketing in an instant. He

blood trickling from his mouth. “That’s

the broken tip of the sword impaled in his

Clarabelle exclaimed,

and his body could not help but tremble uncontrollably.

the end. Today

if he were completely unaffected and addressed Clarabelle.

fear, Clarabelle

he said casually. “Well, I happen to be quite familiar with sneak attacks. Let’s do this. If you can withstand my direct attack using your weapon, I’ll allow you to

control of the situation, Clarabelle’s

words sparked a glimmer of hope within her. “Do you mean it?”

be a saint, but I do

someone well-versed in the art of concealed weaponry, she was confident in her ability to

sneered, “Keep your eyes

loose three silver needles, so thin they resembled strands of hair, the kind

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