The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 414: Known by Everyone
Chapter 414 - 414: Known by Everyone
Alex, the "God of Gods," considered the rising star of the new era, fell in defeat during the simple trial set by the old King.
A gaping hole was now in his chest.
The Excalibur had returned to its rightful master.
"All rubbish!" John declared coldly.
He drove his sword into the ground, channeling his inner power through the blade. With that, the hundreds of energy bridges, formed by the inner power of the warriors trying to ascend Mount Oracle, shattered in an instant.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The warriors who had crossed those fragile bridges plummeted to the ground one by one. Blood splattered from their mouths, as their inner force was ripped apart. But the blood, instead of spilling onto the ground, was pulled toward John by an unseen power.
John used their blood to fuel a mysterious talisman.
From this moment forward, their lives were bound to his will.
John had never sought to rule the martial world, nor had he ever envisioned himself as the King of Horizon, feared by every martial artist. All he had desired was to strengthen his mental prowess, not to become the ruler of the world.
Yet fate had thrust this power upon him.
The Kingslayer Alliance, a coalition of martial organizations from across the globe, had all become mere sustenance for John. By controlling them, he controlled the vast majority of the martial world. Though he never desired such power, it was undeniably his now.
And with that power, he reigned effortlessly.
But the weight of his dominion saddened him. It was a burden, a tragic result of his strength.
John smirked to himself, feeling an emptiness no one else had the time to acknowledge, for they were still reeling from what had just transpired.
Had Alex, the "God of Gods," really fallen so easily? The arrogant enemy, so full of pride, had lost!
The young man who had shattered the statue — he was the true Oracle King?!
The silence was deafening, as everyone struggled to accept the unexpected turn of events.
And then, a voice broke through the stillness.
"Mighty King!"
"Mighty King!"
"Mighty King!"
The warriors from the US, who had just cursed John moments earlier, now cheered him on with unabashed fervor. Their excitement was so intense that it triggered an avalanche of snow from the mountain, but nothing could quell their joy.
"Long live the King!"
"Forever King!"
The news of John's return spread like wildfire, captivating the entire nation. The people of the US, who had mourned the loss of their King, were now elated. Their faith, long shaken, had been restored in the most unexpected of ways.
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The King of Horizon had returned, and now, there was no mask to hide his true identity.
John, once a mysterious figure, was now embraced by his people as their protector.
The Central Martial Arts League was left in shock. It turned out that John, whom they had underestimated, was not just another player in their world — he was the most powerful man in the US.
The Long family trembled in disbelief. They had lost the chance to secure their position and were now left to lament their mistake.
As for the Kelvin and Redman families, they could not fathom how they had failed to recognize John's true nature.
Nick and Marcia, too, shared in the excitement, amazed at how everything had unfolded. They marveled at John's rise to greatness.
For those connected to him, it was beyond belief — they had once been in the presence of their protector.
John's seven sisters beamed with pride, their hearts swelling with joy as their brother had become the hero of the US.
Their pride, gratitude, and happiness overflowed like a flood. It was a moment of triumph that affected everyone around them, even nature itself seemed to be touched by the occasion.
On Mount Oracle, the martial artists cheered in joy, but they were also perplexed by John's actions. Why had he destroyed the statue?
The confusion was palpable, but no one dared question him. In their hearts, they knew that whatever the King did was always right.
And then John spoke, as if he had heard their thoughts.
"Faith exists in the heart. That is the most important thing. I don't need this useless statue."
The crowd was suddenly enlightened.
John's words struck deep. He wanted them to understand that true faith was not rooted in stone, but in the will of the heart.
And with that simple explanation, the people saw the true gentleness and warmth of their protector — the man who had no need for a mask to hide his identity. They loved him all the more.
As John smiled at them, Bruce felt an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment. How could he have underestimated John?
He realized how foolish he had been. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became, especially when he caught a glimpse of John's kind, knowing smile.
His face turned red.
