The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 326 – It Was Easy for John to Defeat Him

He wasn't a fighter himself, but his family's power meant people like Lucien had to follow his orders.

Lucien's eyes lit up with anticipation. This was exactly what he'd been waiting for.

He nodded, stepped forward, and released a powerful wave of energy as he prepared to strike.

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Tony, still seething, added, "And that brat too. Kill both of them! Today, they die without a damn corpse left!"

"No—!"

Before Lucien could move, Aria rushed forward, face pale with panic. She threw herself in front of Jacob and pleaded, "Mr. Will, please... this has nothing to do with Jacob. Let him go, please!"

"Jacob? You calling him so affectionately?" Tony sneered. "If you like him so much, go to hell with him!"

Without warning, he yanked Aria by the hair and slapped her so hard across the face that blood spilled from her lips. She crashed to the floor, landing at Jacob's feet, eyes full of despair.

That one slap woke her up.

From Tony's venomous grin, she finally saw the truth—he didn't care about her. He never did. He just wanted to use her for fun and toss her aside when he got bored, like spitting into a trash bag and kicking it to the curb.

Her Houston dream... what a joke.

Jacob, despite the betrayal, felt a sharp pain in his chest as he saw her lying there, bloodied and broken.

"Bastard!" he shouted, eyes red with fury.

He charged at Tony with everything he had.

Jacob was taller, stronger—if it were just the two of them, Tony wouldn't stand a chance.

Tony knew it too. He clutched his cheek and stumbled back, yelling, "Lucien! Kill this maniac first!"

Lucien didn't hesitate.

To him, John and Jacob were just ordinary men. Killing them would be easy. He moved quickly toward Jacob, ready to take him out before he could even lay a finger on Tony.

But suddenly—

A figure appeared in front of him.

It was John, wearing a crooked, almost mocking smile.

"You wanted me dead, didn't you?" he said calmly. "Well, here's your chance."

Lucien froze for a split second.

Something about that smile sent a chill down his spine. A feeling of foreboding.

He shoved the hesitation aside and raised his elbow, aiming to slam it into John's chest with deadly force.

But before the strike could land—

Bang!

A heavy palm landed on Lucien's shoulder.

The floor cracked beneath his knees as he dropped like a rock, creating two deep holes in the wooden planks.

John stood over him, relaxed. He even shook his head with slight disappointment.

"When I saw you downstairs," John said, "acting all arrogant, talking about how you'd 'take care' of Sophia, I thought you were something special. But this? This is it?"

This is it?

This is it?

This is it?!

Lucien's mind spiraled.

He no longer cared about Tony. His heart was racing, his face drained of color.

He had completely misjudged John.

He had never sensed any energy from him earlier and assumed he was a lucky bastard who happened to land Master Bertha.

Now he knew.

John was a damn martial arts master—stronger than him.

Lucien tried to push himself off the ground, but John gently placed a single finger on his shoulder.

That one finger... felt like a mountain crushing down on him.

Lucien's legs buckled. He couldn't move.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He wasn't dreaming.

This was real.

The fastest, shortest defeat he had ever suffered since stepping into the martial world.

One palm.

One finger.

That's all it took to completely break him.

Who the hell was this guy?

John's strength wasn't just real—it was terrifying. His control, even more so.

Even Master Bertha's talent didn't scare Lucien this much.

John, still calm, looked down and spoke slowly, "In the martial world, some people love to show off. Others prefer to keep quiet. I belong to the second kind."

Lucien stayed silent, mind racing.

He understood what John meant. He was a hidden dragon. A silent powerhouse who kept his skills buried deep from the public eye. The Martial Arts League had no clue someone like him even existed.

It made sense.

Lucien had heard stories of martial masters raised in isolation. Trained in the mountains under old-school masters. Kept away from fame and the spotlight. But when they finally descended into the world—they turned it upside down.

John was one of them.

The kind of man the Martial Arts League desperately wanted on their side.

Lucien swallowed hard, voice hoarse. "John... with talent like yours, you could have a brilliant future in the Martial Arts League. Please... don't throw it all away by doing something stupid."