The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 458 – Continuous Suppression

"It's not that simple..."

Many disciples of the Cinnabar Sect, including Violet and Sherry, thought John had been killed by Lard in one strike.

But Faith didn't think so.

She frowned deeply.

Something didn't feel right.

Subconsciously, she lifted her gaze toward the sky—toward the direction of the voice—and in an instant, her pupils constricted.

Shock flooded her face.

Not just Faith—Mark, who knew how terrifying John truly was, also looked up—dozens of meters above Lard's head.

There, a figure was descending at an incomprehensible speed.

"Apologize!"

A domineering voice exploded through the air like thunder.

Lard's head snapped up, his expression twisting in alarm. Reacting purely on instinct, he raised his golden palm, infused with terrifying life energy, and slapped upward.

A dangerous aura surged toward him like a falling mountain.

Boom! Boom!

That descending figure almost turned into a beam of light, smashing directly into Lard's golden palm.

Buzz—!

The collision of life energy rippled through space, and then—

A shocking scene unfolded.

The flying sword beneath Lard's feet couldn't bear the force—it plummeted with him several meters before violently trembling, struggling to stabilize.

The one who had descended at full speed?

John.

The bald man was still alive!

Everyone was stunned.

What Lard had struck earlier was only a shadow clone—an afterimage.

John's real body had already flashed above him, dodging the attack with an absurd level of precision.

"What a powerful bodily movement skill!" Sherry gasped. "Violet, can you tell what level of movement skill he's using?"

Violet was still recovering from the shock. She slowly shook her head. "I can't."

Coming from her, that said a lot.

The Cloud School had deep expertise in cultivation methods and martial arts, and as a genius disciple, Violet had a high comprehension level. Usually, even if she'd only seen a movement technique once, she could roughly determine its grade.

But now?

She couldn't even see it clearly, much less identify it.

"It was too fast..."

Sherry's eyes widened. "Even you can't tell? Then maybe the bald brother isn't as brainless as we thought."

"Of course you can't see it," Faith's cold voice cut in, making both girls freeze. "Because he didn't use a movement technique at all."

The weight of her words hit like a slap.

Violet and Sherry both turned toward her in disbelief.

Faith's expression was complex, almost unreadable. "He dodged Lard's attack purely through the power of his cultivation method."

As she spoke, a deep, bone-chilling shock shone in her eyes—like an iceberg that had been frozen for a thousand years suddenly cracking.

She had confirmed it again and again.

No matter how much she didn't want to believe it, she had come to a single, irrefutable conclusion:

John hadn't used any martial arts or movement skills.

Only his cultivation method.

Boom!

Those words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Violet and Sherry's hearts.

Their beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

He used raw cultivation to move like that?

What kind of monstrous cultivation method was he using?!

If anyone else had said it, they might've thought it was a joke—but Faith wasn't someone who made casual claims.

This was real.

And it was terrifying.

Yet the one who was most shocked?

Lard.

His palm still trembled uncontrollably. That brief contact—just one punch from John—had nearly shattered his arm.

That level of power was inhuman.

He couldn't wrap his head around it.

How could a young man in his twenties have such strength?

When had the Cinnabar Sect produced such a monster?

Lard was still dazed when he heard another explosive voice:

"Apologize!"

John landed on the ground like thunder and launched another devastating punch at him.

Lard's face darkened. This time, he didn't dare to hold back.

With a flick of his wrist, the flying sword beneath his feet snapped into his palm. He was now fully suspended in the air, abandoning his usual flair.

He had always loved the showy entrance—standing on his divine weapon, radiating prestige.

But now? That confidence was gone.

He was facing someone who could crush him.

No more pretending.

He needed everything he had to survive.

Hiss—!

Lard thrust his sword into the sky. A blazing, sharp sword aura erupted, forming a bright golden radiance that split the air.

John didn't stop.

He charged straight in, fists condensed with cyan life energy, ignoring the golden light like it was nothing.

Boom!

One violent punch.

It shattered the golden sword radiance like glass.

The force didn't even weaken—it kept going.

Lard was blasted backward, suppressed again.

Now he hovered barely ten meters above the ground.

Silence.

Every single disciple was frozen.

John—a bald man, dressed in the humble robes of the Cinnabar Sect—had just suppressed a mid-stage Golden Crystal Realm cultivator twice.

First, he shattered Lard's golden palm.

Now, he obliterated Lard's sword radiance and drove him down again.

It didn't seem possible.

Who the hell was this bald man?

Most of the Cinnabar disciples had never even heard of him before today.

Even Violet and Sherry—disciples of the prestigious Cloud School—had no clue someone like this existed.

The Cinnabar Sect mainly focused on alchemy.

Their combat ability was not strong.

Most of their elders were still in the Foundation Establishment stage, and barely anyone had entered the Golden Crystal Realm.

Even among the younger disciples, those beyond level 8 in the Qi Refining stage were rare.

But now—this bald man appeared, not only young, but powerful enough to dominate someone far beyond his supposed level.

It was beyond logic.

It was incredible.

"Mom... do you know what cultivation method he's practicing?" Violet blurted.

She had called Faith mother, not teacher.

That alone showed how completely shaken she was.

Too shocked to even process it properly.