Chapter 171 Sawyer Aiello Suddenly, he felt a chill coursing through his entire body, his strength slowly ebbing away.
There was an odd itch on his body as if being nibbled by insects.
Clearly, it was a case of poisoning.
Finnegan spat out a mouthful of blood, then stood up with a grin. âAs expected of a Grandmaster who has reached Absolute Rank of Terra Realm, your resistance is impressive. It took a few minutes longer than I anticipated for the effects to kick in.â
âHow could you possibly poison me, you scoundrel?â
From the beginning until now, Golden Hades hadnât noticed anything out of the ordinary.
Finnegan narrowed his eyes and said, âWhy donât you ask Hades after youâre dead!â
He had silently sprinkled the powder of the poison on him after Doom Star retreated. During the battle, Golden Hades had been panting heavily, and there were wounds on his body.
He had inhaled the powder, while some had seeped into his body through the wound.
This was one of Finneganâs strategies, and naturally, it was not something he could reveal publicly.
Channeling his spiritual energy, he charged toward Golden Hades again, intending to quicken the flow of Golden Hadesâ blood through the heat of battle, thereby accelerating the spread of the poison.
âYou sneaky brat, hand over the antidote to me!â
Despite his physical discomfort, Golden Hades bravely faced the challenge and once again engaged in battle with Finnegan.
The poison was taking effect, and he could only exert thirty percent of his Strength at this moment.
Even though Finnegan was not at his peak, it would still take some time to defeat him.
Moreover, he found his situation worsening as the battle progressed.
Immediately, he understood Finneganâs intentions, and he intensified his attack. His fists landed directly on Finneganâs body.
Finnegan was hit hard, his body continuously retreating, and he couldnât help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
âCharge! Just hold him back!â
Seeing this situation, Bradley immediately gave an order.
Over a dozen elites of the Wahlstrom family drew their weapons and charged forward.
However, they did not confront Golden Hades directly. According to Bradleyâs strategy, they only stalled and did not attack, letting Golden Hades succumb to his own poison.
If he were at his peak, Golden Hades was confident that he could wipe out the elites of the Wahlstrom family with a single move.
But now, he could only be held back, unable to approach Finnegan.
Romona stepped forward to support Finnegan. âHow are you feeling?â
Finnegan exhaled, easing the discomfort brought on by the surging of his energy and blood. âIâve underestimated the strength of a Terra Realm fighter of Absolute Rank!â
Had he known that Golden Hades would still be so domineering despite being injured, he would have definitely changed his plan.
He wouldnât have been seriously injured by Golden Hades.
Fortunately, in the end, he managed to trick Golden Hades, getting him poisoned.
Romona snorted. âYou have finally realized how arrogant youâve been, havenât you?â
Drawing his hand back, Finnegan strolled forward while swallowing a wound medicine to ease his injuries. âDoom Star, lend me your knife!â
Without a momentâs hesitation, Doom Star threw his ever-present saber to Finnegan.
With the saber in hand, Finnegan leaped high into the air, slashing downward.
Golden Hades could no longer contain his fury. âYou despicable brat!â
With both hands clasping the falling saber, he was still pushed back two meters by the force.
An elite of the Wahlstrom family seized the opportunity, plunging his dagger directly into Golden Hadesâ
waist.
With a loud cry, Golden Hades triggered a burst of his vital energy, causing the elite of the Wahlstrom family to spit out fresh blood and fall to the ground. This also pushed Finnegan back several meters, causing him to spit out another mouthful of fresh blood.
Clutching the wound on his waist, Golden Hades felt his entire body becoming colder and more uncomfortable.
âYou despicable coward, I will come back for you.â
He forced himself to believe that he could take down Finnegan.
However, even after he eliminated Finnegan, there was a high chance that he wouldnât be able to escape either.
He must first find a place to channel his energy and detoxify himself, ensuring his own survival before anything else.
Bradley shouted, âStop him!â
Finnegan coughed and said, âThereâs no need to stop this whetstone anymore, lest we push him into a corner and all hell breaks loose!â
He knew that Logan and others were lurking in the shadows.
There was no way Golden Hades was going anywhere tonight.
âJust you wait!â Golden Hades spat and ran off into the distance.
Loganâs body was tensed, as Golden Hades was heading his way.
âYouâre becoming more adventurous, daring to use a Terra Realm fighter of Absolute Rank as a whetstone. But arenât you worried that the whetstone might turn into a guillotine?â
Just at that moment, a burst of laughter echoed from an unknown source, accompanied by a manâs words of both helplessness and relief.
Finnegan, who was already seated on the ground ready to watch Loganâs performance, was taken aback for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face. âI thought you would come looking for me as soon as I left the mountains. Why are you only showing up now?â
Bradley and his daughter, Romona, along with the elite of the Wahlstrom family, all looked around in astonishment.
Who is speaking?
Where is the person?
Loganâs eyes widened, and his body trembled. âIs it him?â
An inexplicable force of oppression descended from the sky at that moment, causing the fleeing Golden Hades to suddenly halt in his tracks.
With a pale face, he asked anxiously, âWho is it?â
He wanted to leave, but he couldnât lift his legs.
This was a fear he had never experienced in his almost eighty years of life.
âWhatâs the matter? Did you miss me?â
The voice of the unseen person echoed once again, making everyone feel as if he was right beside them. yet they couldnât see anything.
Finnegan pursed his lips. âGet lost. I havenât heard from you in four years. I thought you were dead.â
That voice let out a hearty laugh.
Following that, a figure appeared a hundred meters away, leisurely walking in their direction.
With each step he took, it seemed as if space itself had contracted, allowing him to traverse ten meters in a single stride.
Loganâs voice trembled with excitement. âItâs really him!
Everyone got a good look at the person who suddenly appeared.
He appeared to be in his early forties, sophisticated and handsome, radiating an aura of elegance.
Clad in a white robe, he looked like a celestial being in the mortal world.
Bradleyâs body shuddered, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees. âIs it him?â
Alisha asked, âDad, who is it?â
Romona also looked at Bradley. âWho is he?â
âHe is Dr. Larkinâs master.â Bradley gave a permissible response. âBut who he is, cannot be spoken of.
Ms. Quickwood, if you wish to know, you may ask your elders!â
Romonaâs eyebrows furrowed tightly, for Stephen and the others had said the same thing.
What on earth cannot be spoke of?
Finnegan rolled his eyes. âYou old geezer, you still love to show off, donât you!â
The man in the robe now stood before Golden Hades, gently stroking his glossy black hair. âAfter all, I am a legendary handsome man. It wouldnât seem right if I didnât flaunt it a little.â
Everyone fell silent.
How can this man, who seems like a sage from another world, be so shameless?
Golden Hades was trembling all over. âSir, who are you?â
He couldnât sense the cultivation level of the man in the robe, yet the manâs mere presence imposed an unspoken pressure upon him.
It was like standing before a towering mountain, so high that it was impossible to see its peak.
With a soft sigh, Logan murmured, âIt seems that Golden Hades is destined to meet his end at this personâs hands. Well, itâs considered an honor for him!â
He was Sawyer Aiello, the Eternal Medicine God.