Chapter 178: Chapter 178

Chapter 178 Crazy “D*mn it! You bunch of useless fools, kill him now! Ten million… No, I’ll give you fifty million. Just kill him. Useless! All of you are utterly useless!”

As Finnegan ruthlessly pressed on, over half of the Zymons family’s elite had fallen, each meeting particularly gruesome end, missing an arm or a leg.

Watching this scene, Solomon, who was originally reckless and indifferent, roared in madness, urging the Zymons family’s elites to quickly take out Finnegan.

He feared that if he continued to watch Finnegan’s slaughter, his own mentality would completely collapse.

However, things didn’t go as planned. The elites fell before Finnegan, much like a field of leeks being harvested, with no need for a second cut.

The morale of the elites had completely collapsed.

Right then, someone wanted to run away, but Finnegan swiftly killed him.

He had said that he would kill everyone today, so there was no way one would be left behind.

Seeing that only a dozen or so of the elites were left, Solomon stumbled a few steps back, nearly falling off the edge..

“How could this happen? How did it turn out like this? Didn’t Tyrone say that Finnegan only had a few tricks up his sleeve?”

As if he had lost his mind, Solomon kept shaking his head.

Little did he know that from the very beginning, he was but a pawn in Tyrone’s game, a pawn specifically aimed at Finnegan.

Much of the information he found about Finnegan was arranged by Tyrone.

“Go!” Duncan, who had refused to fight against Doom Star last night and was only responsible for the safety of Solomon, came over. He glanced indifferently at Finnegan, who looked like the god of death.

“If he comes up, he’ll kill you!”

“Right, there’s you!” Solomon gripped the hand of Duncan tightly. “My father said you’re an Enigma Realm fighter. You get down there now. As long as you help me defeat Finnegan, I’ll have my dad grant you your freedom!”

With a poker face, Duncan said, “I’m only responsible for your safety.”

Slap!

Solomon slapped Duncan, his face twisted in rage as he roared, “I don’t need your protection now. The best way to protect me is to take out Finnegan!”

Duncan remained unmoved. His expression didn’t change in the slightest.

Solomon’s anger intensified. With a swift kick, he knocked Duncan over. “D*mn it! When we get back, I’ll have my dad deal with you!”

L Whirling around, he drew his dagger and walked to the edge. He pressed it directly against the unconscious Rhiannon’s neck. “Finnegan, stop right there, or I’ll kill your sister!”

Finnegan didn’t seem to hear it at all, still emotionlessly killing the elites.

“D*mn it! I don’t believe it!” Solomon plunged his dagger directly into Rhiannon’s shoulder.

In her unconscious state, Rhiannon let out a muffled groan, but she did not wake up.

“Finnegan, did you see that? Do you really not care about your sister?”

Finnegan continued to kill the elites, not even bothering to lift his head to look.

Solomon pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into Rhiannon’s thigh. “Finnegan, do you really want to watch your sister die? I can stab her forever!”

Finnegan gripped the hilt of the long sword, fiercely slashing one of the elites.

With indifference, he responded, “I don’t bow to threats! If worst comes to worst, I’ll annihilate your entire clan as a funeral tribute to my sister!”

He’s a lunatic!

Solomon shuddered, his legs trembling. Suddenly, he felt a pang of regret.

Finnegan is a madman, a true madman.

“D*mn it! Then I’ll let your sister die!”

He swung his dagger, severing the rope.

Duncan’s eyelid twitched, and with a swift move, he stepped forward and pulled Rhiannon back.

“Enoug Don’t involve the family in trouble!”

Upon hearing the sound, Finnegan could see the image of Duncan from the night before in his mind.

With a single stroke of the long sword, he took down two of the Zymons family’s elites.

Solomon’s face was contorted. “Duncan, what are you doing?”

Duncan gently set Rhiannon down. “The one who offended you is Finnegan, not his sister.”

“B*stard!”

Solomon stepped forward, once again knocking Duncan over with a kick. He then proceeded to punch and kick him. “You’re nothing but a dog of the Zymons family. What right do you have to lecture me?”

Duncan tightly gripped a cutlass, not fighting back, allowing Solomon to beat him mercilessly.

Suddenly, a chill swept over. Solomon paused abruptly and looked around.

Finnegan, covered in blood and radiating a murderous aura, had somehow made his way up.

Reacting swiftly, he grabbed Rhiannon by the hair, pulling her up. A dagger was held against her neck.

“Finnegan, don’t come any closer!”

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Finnegan continued to stride toward him, seemingly indifferent to Rhiannon’s life or death.

“You’re crazy. You’re f*cking crazy.”

This hostage seems to be of no use at all. Solomon kicked Rhiannon aside. “Duncan, stop him for me.

Stop him!”

Duncan stood up, holding his cutlass, blocking Finnegan’s way.

“Move aside. I won’t kill you.”

Duncan had pulled Rhiannon aside, so Finnegan had no intention of killing him.

“I owe the Zymons family a life. I can’t let him get into trouble!”

Finnegan looked at Solomon placidly. “But today, I must take his life!”

“Finnegan, there’s no benefit in killing me,” Solomon, now terrified by Finnegan, warned with a fierce yet’ fearful tone. “On the contrary, it will only make the Zymons family bear a grudge against you. They won’t rest until you’re dead. You might have some skills, but what about your family? Your friends?

Let’s call it quits here. I can compensate you with ten million, even a hundred million if necessary!”

Finnegan ignored him. He looked at Duncan and asked, “Will you move aside or not?”

Duncan replied, “If you want to kill him, you’ll have to step over my dead body first.”

“Sure!”

Since Duncan didn’t yield, Finnegan didn’t waste any more time and swiftly brought his sword down.

With his cutlass in hand, Duncan made a diagonal slash.

The swords collided.

The long sword in Finnegan’s hand shattered, causing him to take three steps back.

Duncan retreated five steps, and the outer layer of the cutlass in his hand peeled away, revealing a vibrant red underneath.

Duncan’s real sword was wrapped in an outer layer.

Finnegan tossed aside the broken sword in his hand. “You’re as good as a Terra Realm fighter. Not bad!”

With that, Finnegan charged forward.

Perhaps out of respect, Duncan sheathed his cutlass and faced Finnegan with his fists.

Amidst the resounding clash, Finnegan gradually gained the upper hand.

Watching the two attacking and defending, Solomon swallowed hard. “Terra Realm? Isn’t he an Enigma Realm fighter?”

Just then, Duncan’s fist landed on Finnegan’s left shoulder, and at the same time, Finnegan’s fist also landed on Duncan’s left shoulder.

With a crack, Duncan’s left shoulder broke, and he stumbled backward.

L His face flushed red. He spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his breathing became somewhat more erratic.

Blood trickled from the corner of Finnegan’s mouth. His condition was hardly better than Duncan’s.

However, he was holding himself up with his strong willpower. “Do you want more?”

Duncan tried to move forward, but after only two steps, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and half-

kneeled on the ground.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Finnegan took a step toward Solomon and said, “Your turn!”

A fierce glint flashed in Solomon’s eyes as he swiftly drew his gun. “Go to hell!”