The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 39

A tanned man with a broadsword charged at them.

Finnegan pulled Alisha to his back before glancing at the trash can that had flown over and hit the car earlier. There was a long cut mark on its solid surface. Clearly, the newcomer to the scene was the one who had slashed it with his sword.

“That's one of the Goldberg Five, Caesar Goldberg!” Alisha cried out.

Caesar, who was coming close to them, halted in his tracks momentarily to look at the beautiful woman. “You actually know me, but who are you?”

Signaling Alisha not to speak, Finnegan then landed his amused gaze on Caesar, “So you're Oscar's senior. But how did you find me so soon?”

Finnegan guessed that Caesar just arrived in the city after a long trip, but Caesar had immediately found him.

In other words, Tristan had to be spying on him or his family the entire time.

Pushing away his confusion about Alisha's instant recognition, Caesar then lifted his sword and pointed it at Finnegan. “I'm not here to waste my breath with you. I'm going to give you a chance to survive this—break your legs and come with me to cure Mr. Killian and my junior. Otherwise, you're going to die.”

As he warned Finnegan, he unleashed the aura of an Amber Realm fighter of Absolute Rank.

At the same time, the veins on his sword-wielding hands popped terrifyingly.

It was as if he would instantly cut Finnegan down the second Finnegan rejected him.

However, Finnegan only gave him a small smile and said, “If you break your own legs now, I'll let you live. Otherwise, you're going to die.”

Caesar could not believe Finnegan was parroting him and returning the threat.

Sneering, he then said, “It looks like you're not going to repent until it's too late!”

With that, he lunged toward Finnegan, about to let the latter find out about the tremendous power gap between the two of them.

Finnegan hooked his arm around Alisha's waist and easily dodged Caesar's attack, who ended up slamming his sword onto the edge of the wall. The corner of the wall was chipped off, and a piece of concrete the size of a fist flew into the air and scraped Alisha's thigh.

Alisha yelped in pain before snapping, “You b*stard, are you using me as a shield?”

Only when Finnegan turned around did he realize Alisha was hurt. Red blood was flowing down her thigh.

“Wait at the side!”

After pushing Alisha to the side, Finnegan spun on his heels and hurtled toward Caesar.

Caesar's attacks affected larger areas, so it was easy for him to accidentally hurt others. Finnegan was not going to let him accidentally kill Alisha—he would have a hard time explaining her death to Theoden.

“Brat, I'm going to destroy you!”

When Caesar realized that Finnegan was coming after him instead of fleeing, he felt provoked and underestimated. Roaring, he raised his broadsword, seemingly intending to cut Finnegan in half.

At the sight of the perilous situation, Alisha shouted, “Watch out!”

Finnegan scoffed. “You're nothing but a reckless man with too much power. Why would I fear you?”

Finnegan's words infuriated Caesar even more, and he poured all of his strength into his next attack.

“Die!”

Instead of avoiding Caesar's blow, Finnegan smacked his palm onto the blade. How naive, Caesar mockingly thought. Is he really trying to change the trajectory of my attack with a meager smack like that?

Yet, in the next second, a powerful surge of energy traveled across the blade and into him. The pain in his wrist, and the tear on his purlicue, made him lose his grip on his broadsword.

“How can this be?”

Did he really hurt me with just a smack? I even lost my grip on my sword!

Finnegan easily caught the broadsword Caesar dropped and immediately swung it at its original owner. Finally, Caesar was panicking. “No, don't! My master is—”

Psh!

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