The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 209: A Complete Madman
Chapter 209 - 209: A Complete Madman
From the moment Sawyer tried to kill Adam, John had already decided to kill him.
This man was far too cruel. One look, and it was obvious—he wasn't a good person.
So John simply responded in kind—with even more ruthlessness.
No hesitation. No mercy.
The entire square was engulfed in dead silence. All eyes were fixed on Sawyer's lifeless body, shock frozen on their faces.
Sawyer's expression was filled with panic and disbelief—but those watching were filled with pure terror.
No one could believe what they had just witnessed, even in their wildest dreams.
A young man—whose origin was still a mystery—had just killed Sawyer...
And he'd done it right in front of a deacon from the Martial Arts League.
This wasn't arrogance anymore.
This was madness.
A complete madman.
And somehow, in the chaos, everyone had overlooked the most terrifying part:
How was someone so young strong enough to kill Sawyer—an advanced Heaven Master—as easily as crushing an ant?
They should have been asking that question. But all their minds could process was:
This boy is crazy.
He just declared war on the Martial Arts League!
"Young man! I'm going to tear you apart!!"
A furious roar echoed from the direction of the Welch family.
An old man burst onto the platform, his body surging with murderous energy—Howard, the ancestor of the Welch family.
He was utterly unhinged. His eyes were bloodshot with rage.
He wanted to rip John apart with his bare hands.
Sawyer had been their last hope—the Welch family's prodigy, the culmination of decades of preparation to reestablish their dominance in Chicago.
And now?
That hope had been strangled in an instant—by this bold, unknown lunatic.
Howard was out for blood.
But just as he lunged, a cold glance from John stopped him in his tracks.
John didn't move. He didn't lift a hand.
Yet, with a sudden scream, Howard was blasted backward and slammed hard into the ground—without even touching John.
The pressure alone had thrown him.
The crowd shuddered in collective horror.
Even Andrew, the Martial Arts League deacon, was deeply shaken by what he saw.
But he couldn't back down.
He had to speak as the League's representative.
"Sir..." Andrew forced calm into his voice. "Do you understand the consequences of your actions today?"
"Oh?" John replied with an indifferent glance. "What consequences?"
Andrew's heart skipped a beat under that gaze, but he forced himself to continue. "You've just opposed the Martial Arts League. You will be declared a wanted criminal."
He stared at John, hoping—praying—that he would come to his senses.
But what he got was a smile.
"The Martial Arts League?" John repeated with a faint smirk. "They mean nothing to me. But tell me—what does fairness and justice mean to you?"
He circled back to the real issue.
Andrew was silent for a moment. This time, he didn't even try to deny the accusation.
His tone turned somber. "The man you killed... was a disciple of Guardian Johnson."
Karl Johnson.
Andrew's direct superior.
A Guardian of the Eastern Martial Arts League.
That was why Andrew had shown blatant favoritism.
The crowd trembled again as they realized the full implications.
So that was the Welch family's real backing.
No wonder they had returned to Chicago with such confidence and swagger.
And this young man—this unknown rogue—had just committed the worst possible mistake:
He killed the disciple of a Guardian.
The Kelvin family members turned pale.
At first, when Adam had broken through to the peak of Heaven Realm, they had believed it was a blessing from the heavens.
Now they realized... it might be the start of a divine punishment.
What was the Welch family compared to the Martial Arts League?
Could they survive this?
Everyone's eyes turned to John again, waiting for his reaction.
Was he panicking?
Would he drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness?
No.
Not even close.
John remained calm and said coolly, "The Guardian of the Martial Arts League, huh? I'd like to see what he can do to me."
He took a step forward.
"For covering up corruption and favoritism, take this slap as your punishment."
Crack!
A sharp slap rang through the square.
Andrew didn't even have time to dodge. His head snapped to the side as the force turned his whole body.
Gasps echoed across the crowd.
The collective shock reached a fever pitch. Their minds were spinning, and an unbearable pressure of disbelief crushed down on them.
This young man...
Even knowing Karl Johnson was behind Sawyer, he didn't hesitate.
He slapped a deacon of the Martial Arts League.
He really was a complete madman.
But John didn't care about their thoughts.
After delivering the slap, he jumped down from the platform and turned to Alfred.
"Take your father. Let's return to the Kelvin family. I need to administer treatment."
Adam's internal injuries were serious. At his age, any delay in treatment could lead to permanent damage—or worse.
Alfred still hadn't recovered from the shock of what had just transpired. His mind was blank, and he stumbled forward like a puppet. Gently, he picked up his father and followed John away.
Meanwhile, whispers surged like a tide behind them.
"So that guy is with the Kelvin family... no wonder he went to such lengths to protect them."
"If the Kelvin family had such a powerhouse, why didn't they let him fight from the start?"
"They probably thought Adam had it in the bag with his peak Heaven Realm power. They didn't expect such a disaster."
"They're in big trouble now. That boy committed a serious offense—does the Kelvin family really think they can avoid the consequences?"
These murmurs reached the ears of Tanner, Matt, and the rest of the Kelvin family.
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Their faces changed instantly.
They had eliminated the threat of the Welch family...
But in the process, they had provoked a far more terrifying force—
The Martial Arts League.
