The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 407: The Shadow of the Martial Arts League
Chapter 407 - 407: The Shadow of the Martial Arts League
Hanson, once a figure of pride and elegance, now lay sprawled on the ground, utterly humiliated. His pristine white suit, once an emblem of his nobility, was torn, his teeth scattered on the ground as he rolled helplessly in the air like a ragdoll.
The slap had been so powerful, both physically and mentally, that it shattered every defense he had built around himself.
His body lay twisted on the ground, and the stench of blood filled the air. His head was dazed, and his senses were muddled. He had a concussion, and it was clear: he was no longer the confident man who had walked in so arrogantly.
Thomson watched in shock, unable to comprehend the turn of events. Hanson, the powerful soul realm warrior, had been struck down like a helpless animal. His mind raced, recalling how he had once viewed Hanson as an invincible force. Yet now, this very man lay broken before John.
Thomson's two pupils dilated in disbelief, and he struggled to breathe. It was becoming clear to him—the three Kings hadn't just been defeated—they were destroyed by this same individual in a fraction of a second.
"Get out of here now. Are you waiting for me to kill you?"
Hanson, trembling, scrambled to his feet and fled, his composure shattered, unable to maintain the same dignified air he had upon arrival.
Thomson could only swallow hard, conflicted by the urge to see Hanson destroyed but knowing full well he had no right to voice such a wish.
John, a force to be reckoned with, had let Hanson live for a reason.
A drop of blood stained John's palm, sealed by a cyan talisman. This blood, taken from Hanson's body, had been absorbed by John—a reminder of his power. If John ever chose to, Hanson would die in an instant, no matter the distance between them.
"Lopez... Senior!"
Thomson's voice trembled as he turned to face John again. The pressure in the air around him was suffocating.
But John, ever the picture of calm, smiled back at him—his innocence belying the terrifying power that had just been displayed.
"Master Hutch, what would you say if I told you that Oracle King is still alive?" John suddenly asked.
Thomson froze, his breath hitching. His mind raced, and an overwhelming realization hit him.
He understood.
The pieces fell into place. The connection, the terrifying strength—it all made sense now.
Without a word, he fell to his knees, his voice shaking with emotion, "Greetings from Thomson, Your Majesty King!"
Tears spilled down his face, and he couldn't help but tremble as he called out, "Majesty King!" His words were filled with reverence, awe, and disbelief.
His Majesty King was alive.
And now, he had the honor of standing before him.
John, the one he had underestimated, was far more than just a powerful warrior. He was royalty, and Thomson felt the weight of his loyalty crashing down upon him.
"Can you trust me now, Master Hutch?" John's smile was genuine.
Thomson wiped his tears, his voice still trembling. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
"I have a few questions to ask, Master Hutch." John continued, his tone turning serious.
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"Your Majesty, ask whatever you wish. Thomson will answer you," he replied, his voice thick with reverence.
John nodded and asked, "I overheard your conversation with the three Kings earlier. It seems the Shadow Pavilion has a history with the US Martial Arts League. Can you tell me what happened?"
Thomson hesitated, his face darkening.
"Don't worry. I'm just curious. It doesn't represent the standpoint of the Martial Arts League," John reassured him.
Thomson relaxed slightly and, after a pause, began, "The Shadow Pavilion was originally a shadow for the Martial Arts League..."
He continued, detailing how the League, while projecting an image of justice, had used the Shadow Pavilion as a tool for their darker deeds. But as time passed, the relationship soured, and the Martial Arts League betrayed the Pavilion to protect their image. They labeled them criminals and hunted them down.
This was the beginning of the Shadow Pavilion's rise to power.
