The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 364: Let’s Just Walt
Chapter 364 - 364: Let’s Just Walt
When it came to his attire, John's beautiful sisters once again turned their curious gazes on him. They didn't believe for a second that he wore such bizarre clothes just to play a trick on them.
John scratched his head awkwardly and explained, "My clothes got torn in the underwater world for some reason. I happened to pass by an Indian, who was laughing joyfully, so I... I kind of took his clothes."
The story behind it was more amusing than anything else. The Indian had witnessed the death of the guardian saint of the U.S. and was so overwhelmed with joy that he had laughed loudly. In that very moment, John knocked him unconscious with a single blow, and when the Indian woke up, he found himself bound and naked on the deck. As they say, too much joy can lead to sorrow.
Tracy laughed and spat playfully, "You're so naughty, John."
"Haha, second sister, don't flatter me too much," John teased, his smile as bright as ever.
Kate, always inquisitive, raised another question, "John, what's the deal with your dragon head mask? How did it split? And your sword—didn't you leave it with that British martial artist? Are you not going to get it back?"
John glanced upward toward the sky where the British martial artist was still floating in the air. A strange smile tugged at his lips.
He replied cryptically, "Last time I helped the Long family, Sophia's grandpa told me that when a big tree falls, a group of demons will appear."
"A group of demons?" Alice echoed, intrigued. "Wait, you mean everything you've done so far was all part of your plan? You want everyone to think you're dead?"
John nodded, a gleam of approval in his eyes. "Exactly. Only when they think I'm gone will the forces hidden in the shadows show themselves. As soon as they do, I'll be there to deal a devastating blow."
His plan was clear: the Oracle King's reputation was so overwhelming that no one dared act recklessly in his presence. But now that they thought he was dead, those forces would think they had free rein to make their move. John would then appear, strike, and dismantle them with unmatched force.
He continued, "Seventh sister, didn't you also worry about the mutants? Once the news of King of Horizon's death spreads fully, those hiding mutants won't be able to keep themselves concealed, will they?"
Bertha's eyes lit up with realization, a smile spreading across her face. "It makes sense. John, you're so smart! Come here, let me reward you with a kiss."
John immediately stepped back, his expression serious. "No, no, seventh sister, please! I'm a man with a wife."
Angela, who was standing nearby, turned bright red at John's comment, her face a mixture of embarrassment and warmth.
Bertha, taken aback for a moment, scoffed and pouted, "Humph! You're so ungrateful!"
Alice, always protective of Angela, took her hand and whispered, "Listen to me, Angela, you can't let this little rascal spoil you like this. Next time he calls you 'wife,' you should put your foot down."
Angela, too shy to respond, glanced at John, her face turning even redder when she saw the playful look in his eyes. She truly didn't know how to explain her feelings to her sisters, and the topic was making her more nervous by the second.
Kate sighed deeply, a hint of frustration in her voice. "I know this is part of your plan, John, but it still stings to see that British martial artist acting so arrogantly. I want to rush over and beat him!"
John chuckled softly. "Don't worry, sis. They'll regret it. We just need to wait for the right moment."
In the grand scheme of things, if John had taken action immediately, he could have only killed a few British martial artists, and it wouldn't have made much of an impact. The key was keeping the illusion of his death intact. As long as they believed he was gone, they would let their guard down. The moment they did, John would strike decisively.
He added, "As for the U.S. people... it's not about one person. If they fall apart just because of my death, I'll be deeply disappointed."
Bertha took a moment to reflect, then nodded. "You're right."
Meanwhile, aboard a special ship for the U.S. Martial Arts League, Alexandra sat with her fists clenched, her body trembling with a mix of frustration and grief.
"Dad, your grandson, the guardian Saint, King of Horizon, may never return. Shouldn't you stop hating him?" Alexandra's voice carried a sharp, ironic edge.
Warren's aging body trembled, the weight of her words sinking deep into his heart.
Did he hate John?
Yes, there was a time when he hated him—so much so that he wanted to kill the boy. Warren had been consumed with rage over the death of his daughter, Aviana, and in his grief, he'd transferred all his hatred onto John.
But Alexandra's words, spoken at the Flaherty family cemetery, had opened his eyes. He realized he had been blinded by his emotions for years. A person dominated by hatred can act without reasoning, doing things that make no sense at all.
The sight of the Oracle token had been the final catalyst, and Warren's heart had shifted. The hatred for John faded, replaced by a deep, abiding guilt. The truth was, John wasn't responsible for what happened to Aviana.
Warren had come to the tournament not because of the King of Horizon, but because of his grandson. Yet now, it seemed like it was all too late. The bad news of John's death reached him before he could make amends.
He muttered quietly, "Sorry..."
Warren's voice cracked with regret, and his fingers buried into his grey hair. He wasn't sure if his apology was for Alexandra, for John, or for his late daughter, Aviana. Maybe it was for all of them.
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