A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel novel Chapter 91

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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Oscar’s question, 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 my rules. Who’s up next?” 

Feeling nervous, Clarabelle and Isaac turned to Eleazar. “Eleazar?” 

They had been confident in facing Finnegan, but their confidence wavered when they discovered that Finnegan now had the backing of a Terra Realm Grandmaster in Absolute Rank. 

Eleazar’s expression shifted. His voice was 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 end it here. We’ll leave immediately,” 

“I’m afraid that’s not how we play this game. If 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 lifeless b*dy!” 

“Finnegan, our master is one of the Five Unparalleled and the Ten Illustrious, Golden Hades. Forgive us and move on!” 

“Are you worried that my friend would intervene?” Finnegan sneered. “Don’t worry. He won’t, even if you kill me. Just get in line now and face your death.” 

“Are you for real?” Eleazar’s eyes lit up. 

He believed Finnegan was no match for them. 

They backed down merely because of Logan. 

If Finnegan confirmed that Logan would not interfere, Eleazar would not mind sticking to the plan which was to dispose of Finnegan and then ask Tristan for more money. 

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

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

“Cut the crap!” Finnegan swiftly attacked Isaac. 

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

“What a slowpoke!” Finnegan mocked. 

He quickly adjusted his position, clasping his two fingers together to catch the sword 

A hint of malice flickered in Isaac’s eyes. “Il slice off your fingers!” 

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

But to his surprise, the sword remained unaffected. “How can this be?” 

A sharp sound echoed through the air, in harmony with the vibration of the sword. 

Using only his two fingers, Finnegan snapped the sword in half, shocking everyone present. 

Eleazar’s face darkened once again. “Retreat, Isaac. Retreat!” 

“What makes you think he can?” Finnegan scoffed, his speed skyrocketing in an instant. He darted past Isaac and appeared directly behind him. 

Isaac stood frozen, blood trickling from his mouth. “That’s fast…” 

His b*dy fell backward, with the broken tip of the sword impaled in his chest. 

Eleazar and Clarabelle exclaimed, “Isaac!” 

Oscar’s complexion turned pale, and his b*dy could not help but tremble uncontrollably. 

He understood that it was the end. Today would mark their downfall. 

Finnegan turned around as if he were completely unaffected and addressed Clarabelle. “It appears you use steel nails as your hidden weapons, right?” 

Suppressing her inner turmoil and fear, Clarabelle clenched her teeth and replied, “And?” 

Finnegan smiled 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 here alive.” 

With Finnegan now firmly in control of the situation, Clarabelle’s sense of hopelessness was palpable. 

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

“I may not be a saint, but I do keep my word.” 

“All right, then. Bring it on!” As someone well-versed in the art of concealed weaponry, she was confident in her ability to defend against Finnegan’s direct attack. 

Finnegan sneered, “Keep your eyes peeled.” 

In a swift motion, he let loose three silver needles, so thin they resembled strands of hair, the kind that dissolved into the b*dy upon impact. 

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He then lowered his hands. “I’m done.” 

Clarabelle froze for a moment. “You’re done?”