The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 410: Stab in the Back

Bruce studied him for a moment, his eyes softening, before a smile touched his lips. "I admit, you are more impressive than I thought. I've decided to make friends with you."

John raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Bruce's words. It wasn't every day that a genius of Bruce's caliber, who had previously shown no interest in friendships, now sought him out.

Bruce's voice grew sincere. "When we fought back at the Houston Martial Arts School, your invincible defense made an impression on me. At the time, I didn't give it much thought, but now, seeing you standing here, fighting for Majesty King, I respect you more than I did before. Let's fight together."

John's lips curled into an amused smile. "It's my pride to be recognized by someone like you, Bruce. If we stand together, we will surely hold this line."

Bruce nodded, his eyes gleaming with newfound camaraderie. Bruce was a master in his own right, and there were few who could match his abilities. Yet, John had proven himself worthy of his respect. The bond between them, formed in the heat of battle, was a testament to their shared determination to protect what they believed in.

With a firm grip, John and Bruce shook hands. No words needed to be exchanged—they both understood the weight of the moment.

As the battle escalated, the Kingslayer alliance's forces began their ascent up Mount Oracle, launching a brutal assault. The battle lines were drawn. Venerable Realm warriors from the Kingslayer alliance clashed against their counterparts, the Heaven Realm warriors of the US. Martial artists of all levels formed their own skirmishes in an attempt to halt the invaders' progress.

"John, your defense is invincible under the Venerable Realm, and my attacks can break most of the Heaven Realm warriors' defenses. Together, we can keep this defense line strong," Bruce shouted over the chaos, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he made a move.

John nodded resolutely, his own shield held firm. As the two of them coordinated their attacks and defenses, they held their ground against the Kingslayer alliance, managing to prevent the enemy from advancing further up the mountain.

But the tide of the battle was not in their favor. The thirty-six guards of the Oracle Palace, as well as nearly one hundred soul realm warriors led by Alex Watson, remained aloof, watching from a distance. Alex, with a calculating smile, stood at a high vantage point, waiting for the inevitable collapse of the US defenders.

The Kingslayer alliance's overwhelming power, especially their vast number of soul realm warriors, made victory seem a foregone conclusion. And so, Alex and the others watched with detached amusement, biding their time.

John, Bruce, and the other defenders fought valiantly, but they were conscious of the grim reality. The odds were stacked against them. Still, they would not falter. They would not give in. The very spirit of their king, the King of Horizon, burned within them. If they were to fall, they would do so with pride, fighting to the last breath.

But in the midst of the chaos, a shocking turn of events occurred.

"John, to the left!" Bruce yelled, his voice sharp. He swung his sword, signaling John to take up the defense.

John instantly reacted, positioning himself to block the attack from the left. But as soon as he raised his shield, he felt an immense force strike it with terrifying power. His shield groaned under the pressure, and his heart raced.

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"Who dares strike from behind?" John thought furiously, his blood boiling in his veins. He turned, seeking the source of the treacherous attack.

The battlefield was supposed to be divided clearly, yet, just at the junction between the Venerable Realm and Heaven Realm warriors, a dangerous maneuver had been made—someone had attacked from behind.

John's gaze locked onto the figure. It was an old man from the Philippines, an unexpected threat who had participated in the genetic modification experiment. He had reached the Venerable Realm but fell short of the Soul Realm's power. Yet, his abilities were still formidable.

Without hesitation, John charged toward him, fury blinding him to all else. The old man, realizing he had been discovered, looked startled. His earlier confidence faltered as John closed the distance between them.

"Go to hell!" the old man sneered, swinging a sharp blade at John.

But John was faster. He reacted with a devastating counterstrike, slashing with a speed and precision that took the old man by surprise. Before he could even blink, his head was severed from his body, and his lifeless form crumpled to the ground.

John didn't even pause. He turned to continue his fight, but as he passed by, something caught his eye—a sudden tremor from an Australian man nearby.

It was Daniel Jackson, the leader of the Australian Ninja League. Daniel's eyes widened in shock as recognition seemed to flash across his face.

"That young man... where have I seen him before?" Daniel thought, his mind racing as the battlefield raged on around him. Something about John's movement, his skill, and his aura felt strangely familiar.

But the battle was far from over, and John had no time to indulge in his own thoughts. The Kingslayer alliance had yet to reach their goal, and he would make sure they wouldn't—no matter the cost.

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