The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 208: Your Prophecy Was Right

Adam, blood dripping from his mouth, thought he was surely about to die under that final blow. But then he looked up at his savior and rasped weakly, "Thank you for your help... senior..."

"Don't talk yet."

John quickly sealed several of Adam's acupoints with a filiform needle, slowing the flow of blood through his body and stabilizing his condition. Then he stood up and fixed a cold stare on Sawyer.

"Were you trying to kill him?"

Sawyer was stunned.

In that moment, Adam had been as good as dead—yet somehow, this young man had intervened in time. It shouldn't have been possible.

Even more shocking was the identity of the man who saved Adam. He was so young.

After steadying himself, Sawyer tried to mask his surprise and said calmly, "It's normal for people to die in a martial arts competition."

"Didn't you hear? The Kelvin family already conceded," John replied coldly.

"Sorry," Sawyer shrugged. "I was focused on the fight. I didn't hear anything from the stage. Until the referee announces the end, I can't stop. That's the rule."

His words sounded reasonable—on the surface.

John didn't respond directly. Instead, he turned and locked eyes with Andrew.

A sneer curled on his lips.

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"You're a disgrace to the Martial Arts League. Fair and just? What a joke."

Andrew's expression darkened. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

John's voice rose. "You pretended to confiscate Sawyer's hidden weapon—but in truth, you handed him a pill. A pill that temporarily boosted his cultivation. You call that fairness?"

His words exploded across the square like a thunderclap.

Silence. Then uproar.

The crowd erupted.

In truth, many of them had already suspected something was off. If Sawyer had truly broken through to the peak of the Heaven Realm and had merely been suppressing his strength to toy with Alfred, why had he needed a hidden weapon earlier?

Why not just use his real strength?

The answer was obvious—he didn't have that power until Andrew handed him the pill.

But even if they had their suspicions, none of them had dared voice it aloud.

Because if Andrew—the referee and deacon of the Martial Arts League—was involved, it meant the match was rigged from the start.

And if even the League was corrupt... who would dare speak out?

But the Kelvin family was different.

They had reached the limits of their fury.

Alfred's voice trembled with rage. "Deacon Shelby! Tell us why my father was beaten like that!"

Andrew's eyes flickered with guilt. But he quickly steeled himself and barked back, "That's slander! You're accusing me without proof. And more importantly, you interrupted the match before it was officially over. Are you admitting to violating the rules?"

A clever deflection.

Though he had been the one under suspicion, Andrew twisted the narrative and accused John of interfering with the tournament.

Sawyer chimed in, "Deacon Shelby is right. If you claim he gave me pills, show evidence. Otherwise, you're slandering both me and a high-ranking official of the Martial Arts League."

The two of them were clearly working in tandem—pressuring John to back off.

John fell silent for a moment.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked directly at Sawyer.

"What I saw is evidence."

Sawyer let out a cold laugh. "What a joke. So if I say you're a murderer—no proof, just because I saw it—should the Martial Arts League issue a warrant for your arrest?"

He looked smug, thinking he had cornered John with logic.

But then, a calm voice interrupted him.

"I admire your courage. And... your prophecy was right."

Sawyer blinked.

Prophecy?

What prophecy?

The meaning of those words didn't register—until the next second.

A hand like a steel vice suddenly clamped around his neck.

His eyes went wide.

Impossible!

He tried to surge his inner strength, to break free. But it was useless. His power was being completely suppressed.

Crack!

Sawyer's face filled with panic as he clearly heard the sound of his neck breaking.

No words came out. Just a strangled gasp.

And then his body crumpled and rolled to the ground.

Dead.

The entire square fell into stunned silence.

The young man had killed Sawyer.

And not just anywhere—he did it in front of the deacon of the Martial Arts League!

Everyone stared at John in horror.

Was he insane?