The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 343: Arrogance Brings Trouble

A heavy aura blanketed the courtyard—thick and oppressive, like a thunderstorm rolling in from the horizon.

A hostile intruder.

Everyone froze. Then—

Panic.

Terror.

Hysteria.

Because his aura wasn't just powerful.

It belonged to a Venerable.

"Is... Is he from the Will Family?" someone whispered.

No one could answer. But one thing was clear—the air no longer tasted like wine or celebration. Guests scattered like startled birds.

And those who once envied the Long Family? They now watched with malicious satisfaction.

Arrogance always brings disaster.

John Lopez had been too high-profile. The Long Family held a three-day banquet in his honor—too ostentatious. Too much flaunting.

Now, the retribution had come.

The intruder stood silently, his murderous intent filling every breath of space.

Only Arno, the strongest man in the Long Family, could confront him. And he arrived the moment he sensed the violent aura.

Standing firm, Arno eyed the man with wary precision. "May I know your identity?" he asked.

The middle-aged man didn't respond.

His gaze drifted past Arno and landed coldly on John.

Then, he spat one word:

"Die."

He didn't need to say more.

This was a hit job.

The mission: Kill John Lopez.

In a blink, his killing intent exploded. A cold beam of internal force, like a flash of death, shot straight toward John's forehead.

"They're after Mr. Lopez!" Arno's face turned grim. He moved with lightning speed, throwing a palm across the air and forming a defensive barrier of pure energy.

The air sizzled with tension.

Now that the Long Family had tied their fate to John's, they couldn't allow anything to happen to him. Arno poured all his strength into shielding John.

But—

Arno had only recently recovered from a serious illness. His cultivation hadn't improved in years. And before the might of a Venerable, his defense was—

Crack!

The barrier shattered like glass under pressure, barely absorbing a quarter of the incoming power.

The beam of light continued forward, deadly and unrelenting.

Just as it was about to strike Arno—

A hand reached out from the side.

And crushed it.

John's hand.

"You're finally here," John said coldly, waving off the remnants of the attack with ease.

Everyone was stunned.

Even though Arno had absorbed part of the energy, the remaining force should've been fatal. But John crushed it—bare-handed.

He truly lived up to the name of a Robust Master. His body was a weapon.

"Mr. Lopez!" Arno called out, alarmed.

But John raised a hand and calmly ordered, "It's fine. I'll handle this. All of you—step back."

His voice was firm. Unshaken.

Brooke, who had been hiding in the crowd, muttered in disbelief, "He's serious?"

Arno frowned. "Mr. Lopez... that man is a Venerable. He's on a whole other level!"

"I know," John replied flatly.

That calmness...

It unsettled Arno. A man with so little fear in front of a Venerable wasn't ignorant.

He had to be hiding something.

Did John have some hidden ace? Some secret power? Arno didn't know.

He could only hope.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man showed no reaction to his failed strike. His gaze remained emotionless, his killing intent undeterred.

"Die."

He vanished.

Then reappeared mid-strike.

The ground beneath his feet shattered like porcelain as he launched forward. His steps broke the bluestone floor, each footstep cracking the ground deeper.

But before he could reach John—

A sudden, fragrant breeze swept past.

A graceful figure materialized between them like a shadow from the wind.

"Get lost!" a cold voice snapped.

Alexandra.

The Dean of Houston Martial Arts School.

Though not as strong as the intruder, her arrival made him stop cold. His expression stiffened as he looked upon her face.

He hesitated.

Then, without a word, turned and left.

Gone.

The courtyard fell into stunned silence.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Alexandra had arrived at the most critical moment. Her appearance all but confirmed the rumors:

John Lopez had ties to Bertha Flaherty.

Otherwise, why would Alexandra come? Why would a Venerable assassin retreat just because of her?

Because her father, Warren Flaherty, was the Great Guardian of the Central Martial Arts League—a man no one dared to provoke.

The Long Family was overjoyed.

This wasn't just about saving John. It was proof—solid proof—that they had tied their fate to the Flaherty family.

A monumental win.

But John?

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He wasn't pleased.

His expression was conflicted.

Alexandra had refused to tell him the truth again and again. He'd spent so much time laying traps, forcing hidden enemies to expose themselves—only for her to ruin it all at the last second.

If she weren't genuinely on his side, he'd have knocked her out cold.

Slap!

She raised her hand, intending to slap him just like last time.

But this time, John caught her wrist.

Last time, in her office, he let her do it. But now?

Too many people were watching.

He had his pride.

"Let go," Alexandra said coldly, eyes burning with fury.

John sighed and released her smooth, delicate wrist.

"You want answers?" Alexandra growled. "Fine. I'll give them to you.

You want to die so badly? I'll show you the truth.

Come with me—now."