The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Yet I Must Kill You

Jaxon feeling the effects, admitted defeat. “I talked big for nothing. You guys carry on, I need a break.”

He stumbled over to a hammock and collapsed into it.

Zephyr taunted him, “So much for being Jadeborough’s ‘Night Prince’. Can’t even handle your drink?”

Upon hearing this, Shaun nudged Zephyr, suggesting another round. “Let’s not brag and just drink.”

They both raised their glasses and downed their drinks.

Bennett cautioned, “Though my wine doesn’t cause hangovers and feels fine the next day, you should

still take it easy. I don’t want anyone getting an upset stomach.”

“No problem, if Zephyr doesn’t collapse tonight, then I will!” Shaun declared, egging on Zephyr.

Casper, intrigued, joined their drinking contest.

The table buzzed with lively chatter, lifting everyone’s spirits. Rhiannon, Yuliana, and Nancy, initially

planning on non-alcoholic beverages, decided to join in with another round of pineapple wine.

Bennett invited Finnegan, “Come on, let’s have a drink too.”

Finnegan laughed lightly, cautioning, “Take it easy, Bennett, I’m not great with alcohol.” He clinked

glasses with Bennett and drained his in one go, then

engaged in casual conversation.

By nine, Shaun and the others were thoroughly intoxicated, staggering about in disarray. Rhiannon and

the other ladies had succumbed to sleep, snoring softly at the table.

Finnegan, his face flushed, set down his glass. “I can’t drink any more, Bennett…”

Mid-sentence, Finnegan slumped forward, collapsing onto the table.

Meanwhile, Bennett remained unaffected, as if he hadn’t touched a drop.

His complexion normal, eyes clear, he emptied his half-full glass.

Drawing a slender, shiny scimitar from his waist, Bennett wiped it with a tissue. His gaze, complex and

conflicted, fell on Finnegan. “We have no old scores, yet I must kill you.”

Sighing, he hoisted Finnegan over his shoulder, steadying the man with one arm.

With everyone else asleep, Bennett carried Finnegan toward the orchard.

Minutes later, they arrived at a freshly dug pit, three meters deep, hidden within the orchard’s heart.

Bennett positioned Finnegan against a tree, his scimitar gleaming in his hand. “I owe you a life debt.

From this moment, I promise to protect your family, ensuring no harm comes to them,” he vowed.

As he spoke, the scimitar descended swiftly toward Finnegan’s head.

But just when it was mere centimeters away, a blur of black intercepted it. A dark, mesmerizing saber noveldrama

clashed against Bennett’s weapon, aimed at his neck.

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Bennett, reacting with lightning speed, spun his scimitar into a defensive maneuver.

Sparks flew as Bennett stepped back, sizing up his new opponent. Doom Star, dressed entirely in

black, stood protectively in front of Finnegan. His saber was lowered, but his eyes blazed with lethal

intent.

Bennett, taken aback, was not expecting this intervention.

Before he could recover, another icy wave of hostilitý surged, and the aura of a Preliminary Rank Terra

Realm enveloped him.

Duncan, materializing like a phantom, engaged Bennett with his cutlass.

The resounding clash forced Bennett to retreat again. He scrutinized them, his expression growing

more grave. “Are you with Finnegan?”

Duncan and Doom Star remained silent, their focus on Finnegan.

Surprisingly, Finnegan, who should have been incapacitated, opened his eyes, clear and alert. The

drunken haze had vanished entirely.

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