Chapter 1192 Barely Made The Cut

• A resonant tremor of sound filled the air, vibrating the eardrums of those around. In the heat of the battle, Weisson's defense lagged just a fraction behind Finnegan's swift attack. Consequently, Finnegan's forceful kick connected solidly with Weisson's waist.
• Weisson winced sharply in pain and stumbled back several paces, teeth gritted against the sharp discomfort. His complexion paled instantly, his body quaking slightly as Finnegan's strike disrupted his breathing rhythm.
• Finnegan, his leg returning to the ground, looked almost nonchalant about the power he had just displayed. Turning toward Satan, he raised an eyebrow and asked pointedly, “Mr. Satan, I thought you weren't going to interfere?” His tone was slightly accusatory, noting that without Satan's prior warning, Weisson would likely have been slower to react, perhaps even resulting in a few broken ribs.