Considering that Gideon was Josef's son, Finnegan initially intended to teach him a minor lesson. Not only is Gideon not giving up, but he's even threatening to kill me!
Jacques, propping herself up, cried out, “Gideon, kill him! Kill him!”
Brimming with fury, Jacques had come seeking revenge, only to be cruelly beaten himself. At that moment, all he wished for was Finnegan's death.
Even Gideon, in his prime, was no match for Finnegan. Injured, he had even less of a chance to hurt Finnegan.
With a casual wave of his hand, Finnegan sent Gideon flying.
However, Gideon quickly got back on his feet and, like a madman, charged at Finnegan once again. “I'm going to kill you!”
Finnegan furrowed his brows, and with a flick of his hand, he sent Gideon flying once again.
However, Gideon was relentless. Despite falling, he managed to pick himself up again.
Several times over, his body was stained with mud and fresh blood, yet Gideon showed no signs of giving up.
With tears in her eyes, Jacqueline cried out, “Gideon, stop fighting! We are no match for him!”
Finnegan said in a serious tone, “You'd better heed her advice, or you'll regret it.”
“My father is Josef. If you have the guts, kill me. If you don't, I'll be the one to end you today!”
It was quite clear that Gideon had already lost his sanity.
With a roar of fury, he charged at Finnegan once again.
Finnegan sighed inwardly. “I haven't killed you because I respect your dad, but it seems unnecessary now.”
Swinging his right hand, he fiercely slapped Gideon across the face as he approached.
With a smack, Gideon's face was torn open.
He then crashed to the ground head-first.
His face was battered, and his head was cracked open.
The intense pain caused Gideon to let out a scream akin to a pig being slaughtered, and he writhed on the ground.
Finnegan stepped forward, his foot landing heavily on him. “Josef, as the vice president of Loang Martial Arts Alliance and the president of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, is known for his integrity and intolerance for even the slightest injustice. How could he have a son like you? Today, I will cripple you on Josef's behalf. For someone like you to be a fighter, it's a disaster for ordinary people!”
With that, Finnegan lightly lifted his toes, aiming at Gideon's elixir field.
He intended to strip Gideon of all his cultivation.
Gideon's body shuddered, forcefully suppressing his pain as he roared in anger, “Brat, my father is Josef, and my master is the president of the Martial Arts Alliance, Mr. Walter Jenkins. If you dare to cripple me, your life will be ruined!”
Jacqueline, with a sense of alarm, cautioned, “Finnegan, you must absolutely not act recklessly. Otherwise, not even Old Mr. Wahlstrom can protect you. The powerful families of Jadeborough won't be able to shield you, either.”
The most crucial point was that she had secretly called Gideon to show up the night before.
If Gideon were to lose all his cultivation because of her, Jacqueline couldn't dare to imagine the consequences.
Finnegan said coldly, “So what if he's the son of Josef? Or the grand-disciple of Walter? Even if they were to show up today, I would still get rid of this idiot!”
A flash of ruthlessness flickered in Finnegan's eyes, his foot poised to descend.
Just then, Alisha and Celine arrived swiftly with a group of elites.
Upon seeing that, Celine urgently cried out, “Stop!”
However, it seemed as though Finnegan hadn't heard at all, his toes lightly touching the center of Gideon's elixir field.
He only felt a surge of vital energy dispersing throughout his body. The next moment, Gideon spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire face turning even paler.
Pointing at Finnegan, his eyes filled with resentment, he exclaimed, “You actually—”
Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
Celine's face darkened as she said, “You actually dared to cripple Mr. Sheppard's son. How audacious of you!”
Finnegan turned his head, saying indifferently, “Old woman, who asked you to come so late?”
When Jacqueline and her group arrived, Alisha had already sent him a message.
She had already advised him not to act recklessly, as she had informed Celine.
Finnegan first treated the patient, which also served as an opportunity for Celine to rush over and dissuade him.
After all, the relationship between Fleur Villa and Theoden was evident. He was somewhat willing to give Theoden another chance.
Celine scolded angrily, “Did I not tell you to stop him? Are you deaf?”
Alisha said indifferently, “Celine, I've already done you a favor by informing you. As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me, let alone the Wahlstrom family.”
Nearby, Tyrone's subordinate also said, “Mr. Calandrino has instructed us that if Fleur Villa plans to target Mr. Larkin, we must not intervene!”
Celine's body shuddered.
In a fit of sorrow and rage, she roared, “Is Theoden truly so heartless?”
Alisha furrowed her brows, wanting to explain what Tyrone had in mind.
However, when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she chose silence instead.
At that time, Tyrone was still part of the Wahlstrom family, and even if she had explained, Celine would not have believed her.
Finnegan had already positioned himself in front of Jacqueline. “Being adopted by Mdm. Yeatman and even leveraging her connections to become a disciple of the prestigious Josef, you are indeed fortunate. It's just a pity that your intellect leaves much to be desired!”
With that, he lifted his right leg, gently pointing his toes outward.
Jacqueline cried out in panic, “No!”
Celine shouted angrily, “Stop!”
However, Finnegan did not stop. He pointed his toes at Jacqueline's elixir field, directly shattering her cultivation.
Overwhelmed by rage, Jacqueline spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood and then fainted.
Celine was so furious that her whole body was trembling.
His gaze toward Finnegan was even colder. “Young man, you really think you have a powerful master. Your master—”
Finnegan furrowed his brows.
In the blink of an eye, two silver needles were secretly shot out. In the midst of her speech, Celine immediately found herself voiceless. What is going on?
Finnegan said coldly, “Sometimes, it's not only the young who need to watch their words, but the old folks should understand this even more.”
His gaze then shifted, focusing intently on Jacques.

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