The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 336 – Robust Master
Chapter 336 - 336 – Robust Master
The smartest strategy was to defend without attacking—creating the illusion that John was only at the early stage of the Heaven Realm.
Reaching the Heaven Realm by the age of twenty was already unheard of. Even more shocking than Master Bertha.
No wonder he had the audacity to challenge Bruce.
It should have been an earth-shattering revelation, but at that moment, the crowd could only look on in stunned confusion.
Bruce shook his head in disbelief. "Impossible. If you were only at the primary stage of the Heaven Realm, how did you withstand three of my strikes?"
That first punch—he'd only used 50% of his strength, but that was enough to level most early-stage Heaven Realm fighters.
And yet, it hadn't even scratched John.
Bruce had gone all out after that—still, nothing. Not a mark, not a stagger.
There was no way this man was only at the beginning of the Heaven Realm.
Bruce refused to believe it.
John chuckled, calm and casual. "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me... but the truth is, I'm a Robust Master."
Robust Master!
Gasps echoed through the crowd.
One of the elite few in the Heaven Realm.
Robust Masters trained their bodies by channeling internal force—transforming every inch of flesh and bone into a living weapon. They were walking tanks, forged in power.
Only now did the crowd begin to grasp what they were seeing. They had watched the whole fight, but no one had been able to measure John's true strength.
Could he really be stronger than the late stage of the Heaven Realm?
How old was he, really?
It was unbelievable.
Bruce was just as baffled.
His brow furrowed, and his tone grew serious. "What's your real realm?"
John smiled again. "Primary stage of the Heaven Realm."
The aura around him confirmed it—calm, controlled, early-stage power.
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But Bruce still couldn't accept it.
After all, no ordinary early-stage fighter could block his attacks so effortlessly.
What Bruce didn't know was that John had been holding back the entire time.
Disguising a cultivator's true strength as a martial artist's was child's play for someone like John.
He hadn't struck back on purpose.
If he had retaliated with full force, he might've crushed Bruce with a single blow—and that would've sent shockwaves through Houston, scaring the real killers back into hiding.
The true enemy was watching, hiding in the dark.
And John wanted them to feel safe. To believe they still held the upper hand.
So he kept up the act—just strong enough to impress, but not strong enough to intimidate the masterminds behind the orphanage fire.
It was all part of the plan.
A storm was coming.
And John Lopez was the eye of it.
