The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 446: An Arrogant Bald Man

Richard launched a flurry of attacks, but every single one was effortlessly dodged by John. The ease with which John evaded made Richard's face darken, his expression turning ice cold. Rage brewed in his chest, violent and murderous.

The Cinnabar Sect strictly forbade disciples from killing one another—but Richard was convinced this bald man was an impostor.

And so, he showed no mercy.

John weaved through the air, his movements fluid and precise, making Richard look increasingly foolish and enraged with each failed strike.

Watching the sudden clash unfold, Sherry clutched Violet's arm in panic. "Violet! Hurry, stop them before it gets worse!"

She still wanted to get to know the handsome bald man. What a waste it would be if his attractive face got ruined by Richard's aggression.

Violet frowned. "Brother Jefferson, I won't hold a grudge over what happened just now. There's no need to damage the harmony between fellow disciples over me."

Despite being from the Cloud School, she referred to Richard as "Brother Jefferson" out of respect for his seniority.

She assumed this fight was due to the disrespectful behavior John had shown her earlier.

Richard scoffed. "Miss Moore, it's no longer about whether you forgive him or not. It's a matter of the Cinnabar Sect's safety. I suspect this man isn't a disciple at all."

Indeed, for an outsider to sneak into the sect unnoticed was a serious threat. He couldn't let John off easily.

Richard pressed his attack.

But again, his strikes never landed—not even grazing John's robes. Meanwhile, he himself was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

After all, he was a cultivator specializing in alchemy, not combat. His physical prowess was average at best.

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Regret weighed down on him.

He should've ended this farce when Violet tried to de-escalate. He could've feigned magnanimity and said something like, "For Miss Moore's sake, I'll let you go this time."

But now, he'd gone too far to back down gracefully.

Damn it, he cursed inwardly. That bald man is ridiculously agile and durable.

Unable to keep up the charade any longer, Richard turned to Violet in frustration. "Miss Moore, would you please assist me in capturing the bald man?"

Violet paused for a moment, then gave a soft nod. "Alright."

"Don't hit him in the face!" Sherry cried quickly. She was clearly concerned about John's appearance more than anything else. But whether Violet heard her or not was unclear—by the time she finished speaking, Violet had already vanished in a blur of wind.

Like a delicate butterfly weaving through blossoms, Violet surged forward and placed her palm gently on John's chest. Though it seemed like a light touch, a fearsome burst of force exploded from the contact.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sudden impact coursed through John's body, causing his vital energy to tremble violently. While it didn't truly injure him, it pissed him off.

The woman's face... She looked too much like Kate.

In John's mind, it wasn't Violet attacking him anymore—it was Kate, colluding with another man to bring him down.

Jealousy flared like wildfire.

"You little minx!" John bellowed. "Looks like I'll have to show you what I'm really capable of!"

With a growl, he dashed forward like a phantom, sneering wickedly as he unleashed a powerful slap—

Smack!

His hand landed squarely on Violet's shapely backside.

A crisp, vulgar sound echoed.

And then—

Total silence.

Richard froze, completely stunned, forgetting he was supposed to be fighting. Sherry blinked in disbelief, deeply regretting not intervening earlier. If only I had... maybe the handsome bald brother would've spanked me instead!

Violet was paralyzed, her thoughts scattering like glass shards.

She'd... she'd just been spanked. On the ass. By a man. In public.

Humiliation thundered through her.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

More slaps followed, rapid and merciless.

"AHH!" Violet shrieked, finally snapping back to her senses. Her face turned crimson, so hot it seemed it might burst into flames. Her cold, furious eyes locked on John.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

At first, she hadn't taken the fight seriously. She'd merely been trying to help Richard, not hurt John. But now, a bone-chilling aura erupted from her body.

How dare this bastard spank me! And more than once!

Fury surged like a tidal wave.

She launched a counterattack—but it was too late.

John had already grabbed her by the waist, his grip firm and dominant, pushing her chest forward in an embarrassingly prominent curve.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

He continued spanking her, unrelenting and vicious.

Violet struggled desperately, throwing punches at his back. But he didn't seem to care. He just kept spanking her with wild fervor.

"How dare you team up with another man against me!" he roared.

Again and again, he shouted the same line, his heart writhing with jealousy and betrayal. In his eyes, Violet was Kate, and this was punishment.

Sherry and Richard stood frozen, mouths agape, unable to believe what they were seeing.

This bald man... he wasn't just arrogant. He was insane.

Violet, the most powerful woman here, was completely overwhelmed and manhandled.

Finally coming to her senses, Sherry shouted in a sultry voice, "Hey! Bald man! Let Violet go! If you have any grievances, take them out on me!"

"Damn it! Let Miss Moore go now!" Richard yelled, his voice cracking with panic.

But John ignored them both.

Richard gritted his teeth, then whispered to Violet, "Please hang on, Miss Moore. I'll go get help right now!"

He knew his limits. If even Violet couldn't stop John, he certainly stood no chance.

Turning to flee, he was suddenly interrupted by a powerful voice that echoed through the courtyard.

"What's going on here? Why all the commotion?"

Richard's eyes lit up. Spinning around, he ran toward the speaker.

"Mr. Yancy!" he exclaimed with relief. "This bald man—he's an outsider! He sneaked into our sect wearing our robes and is now assaulting the guests from the Cloud School!"