The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 335 A Test of Strength and Will
Chapter 335 - 335 A Test of Strength and Will
Master Bertha's absence was a mystery that lingered in the minds of those gathered. Her reputation was such that her presence was always expected at any significant event, especially one like this. Yet, despite her unparalleled beauty and formidable martial arts skills, she was nowhere to be seen. They had searched for her frantically, but it was as if she had vanished into thin air.
"Could it be that she doesn't care enough about him to come?" one of the men in the room mused, his thoughts mirroring those of others. There was a strange sense of relief in this realization, as if the mystery of Bertha's absence somehow made the situation feel less dire. Perhaps, in their minds, this absence meant that John Lopez's situation was not as grave as they had feared.
As they pondered, the atmosphere in the venue grew even tenser, and their collective attention shifted back to the center of the room where the confrontation between John Lopez and Bruce Will was about to unfold.
Bruce, his confidence emanating from every pore, was the first to speak, his voice cutting through the silence. "Where's your weapon?" he asked, eyeing the man standing before him.
John Lopez, a figure of cool composure, stood there without any weapon in sight, his bare hands at his sides. Bruce, who had come prepared with supplements and weapons, found this curious. The stakes of the fight were high—life and death were on the line. Both sides needed every advantage they could get, including weapons and other enhancements.
"I don't need a weapon," John replied smoothly, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable edge of confidence. "I'm used to doing things bare-handed."
The remark, while simple, caused a ripple of surprise among the onlookers. Bruce, who had never been one to underestimate his opponents, felt a spark of irritation mixed with curiosity. His own confidence was unquestionable, yet he couldn't quite shake the feeling that John wasn't just some ordinary fighter.
But John wasn't entirely unarmed. In fact, he had a weapon—a divine sword given to him by his old master five years ago. It was a weapon of extraordinary power, but John had chosen not to use it unless absolutely necessary. He wanted to treasure the sword, saving it for the most critical moments.
Bruce's eyes narrowed as he processed John's words. After a long pause, he suddenly took out a strip of cloth and wrapped it around the sword at his back. He let out a cold snort. "I don't need this with you," he declared, clearly eager to demonstrate his belief that he could defeat John without any aid.
This chapt𝒆r is updated by frёewebηovel.cѳm.
With that, the battle began in earnest. Bruce, in his confidence, had dismissed the idea of using his sword, and John had chosen not to wield his divine blade. They were about to test each other's strength and skill to the fullest.
John's response, however, was not one of hesitation. With lightning speed, he crouched down low to the ground before launching himself forward like a cannonball, his body propelled with an explosive force. His fist shot forward, a powerful surge of energy radiating from him as he aimed straight for Bruce.
The speed and intensity of the attack were enough to make the onlookers freeze in awe. It was clear that John was not an ordinary fighter. His power surged like a storm, and the sheer force behind his strike was almost overwhelming. Bruce, who had been expecting a battle, was now faced with the reality that he was up against someone whose strength surpassed what he had initially assumed.
The fight had officially begun, but as the battle raged on, a nagging question lingered in everyone's minds: How strong was John Lopez?
The question was not just for the audience—it was also on Bruce's mind. He had never encountered anyone like John before, and the uncertainty gnawed at him. As the blows exchanged, Bruce finally managed to regain his bearings. He pulled back for a moment, his chest heaving as he evaluated John.
"What's your realm?" Bruce asked, his voice serious, his eyes narrowing as he tried to read the man before him.
John smiled slightly, his expression calm despite the intensity of the battle. "I'm at the primary stage of the heaven realm."
A wave of surprise rippled through the onlookers. The heaven realm? The mere mention of it raised the stakes of the fight. Most martial artists at the venue had never encountered a cultivator of that level, let alone one as young as John appeared to be. The raw power he displayed, coupled with his confident demeanor, suggested that he was far more than just a talented martial artist—he was a cultivator, someone whose strength could not easily be measured.
Bruce's mind raced as he processed John's words. A primary stage cultivator? How had this young man reached such a level of power so quickly? And why hadn't Bruce noticed the signs before? John's strength had been concealed so well, it was almost impossible to discern his true abilities.
John's reason for holding back earlier was clear now. He had been careful, knowing that if he had unleashed his full strength from the beginning, he might have killed Bruce with a single blow. He didn't want to escalate things too quickly, especially when there were others behind the scenes who had their own stakes in this battle.
The tension in the air thickened as the fight continued, each move more calculated than the last. Everyone in the room could feel the stakes of this battle, not just for John and Bruce, but for the balance of power that was at play. And yet, in the midst of the chaos, one thought lingered in the back of everyone's mind: What would happen next? Would John's strength be enough to overcome Bruce, or had he underestimated the danger that lay ahead? Only time would tell.
4o mini
