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

15

he replied, “That’s not important. Let’s move on to the next one. Take turns drying, remember? Let’s not waste any more time and follow

and Isaac turned to

in facing Finnegan, but their confidence wavered when they discovered that Finnegan now had the backing of a

deep and serious as he said, “Finnegan, you were right about one thing. This is between you and the Chomsky family, and it doesn’t concern us. Let’s

choices: either you leave here

master is one of the Five Unparalleled and the Ten Illustrious, Golden Hades. Forgive us and move

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

real?” Eleazar’s

believed Finnegan was no match

backed down merely

not mind sticking to the plan which was to dispose of Finnegan and

his question, Finnegan pointed at Isaac. “It’s your

turned grim. “How did you know I’m a swordsman?”

the crap!” Finnegan swiftly attacked Isaac.

composure, Isaac drew a sword from his waist and lunged at Finnegan.

slowpoke!”

his position, clasping his two

malice flickered in Isaac’s eyes. “Il slice off your

23

force on his palm, attempting to twist the sword and sever Finnegan’s fingers.

his surprise, the sword remained unaffected. “How

echoed through the air, in harmony with the vibration

fingers, Finnegan snapped the sword in half, shocking everyone present.

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

makes you think he can?” Finnegan scoffed, his speed skyrocketing in an instant. He

stood frozen, blood trickling from

fell backward, with the broken tip of the sword impaled in

and Clarabelle exclaimed,

complexion turned pale, and his body could not help

was the end. Today would mark

unaffected and addressed Clarabelle. “It appears you use steel nails as your hidden

Clarabelle clenched her teeth and

faintly as 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 leave

now firmly in control of the situation, Clarabelle’s sense of hopelessness was

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

a saint, but

well-versed in the art of concealed weaponry, she was confident

your

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

35