The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 205: Martial Arts Competition (II)
Chapter 205 - 205: Martial Arts Competition (II)
The day of the martial arts competition had arrived.
At the center of a massive square stood a weathered circular stone platform. No one could remember how many years it had been there. This ancient platform had silently witnessed the rise and fall of countless martial arts families in Chicago.
It was more than stone—it was a symbol of history, of shifting eras.
Spectators had already crowded the space surrounding the platform. At the edges of the square, members of the Martial Arts League stood guard, maintaining order and preventing unrelated individuals from barging in.
Chicago fell under the jurisdiction of the Eastern Martial Arts League. Today, the judge overseeing the event was one of its deacons, Andrew Shelby—a square-faced man.
While his cultivation might not have matched that of Adam or Sawyer, his authority as a deacon made him untouchable. No one dared cross him.
Interestingly enough, most of the spectators surrounding the stone platform were from Chicago's wealthy elite. And the distribution of their positions was telling.
At a glance, more people were standing on the Welch family's side than the Kelvin family's.
Though the crowd circled the platform, a clear divide was visible: two distinct 20-inch-wide sectors showed the contrast. Anyone who understood fan-shaped diagrams would see it instantly—eighty percent of the crowd sided with the Welch family, while only twenty percent stood with the Kelvins.
This wasn't coincidence. It reflected public sentiment. The majority of Chicago's wealthy families believed the Welch family was destined to win.
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Those still loyal to the Kelvin family stood not out of strategy, but out of long-standing friendship and shared fate. They were prepared to rise or fall together.
Naturally, the Redman family stood among them.
Zoey sat in a wheelchair beside Alfred, her face tight and cold. She didn't speak to him.
Alfred leaned down, apologetic. "Zoey, I misunderstood you the other day. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had prepared such a big surprise for me."
"Hmph!"
Zoey snorted in annoyance. "We've been friends for years, and yet you didn't trust me. Smiling at me now—aren't you embarrassed? If it weren't for Dr. Lopez, I would've gone to stand with the Welch family!"
"Yes, yes, I was wrong. I truly wronged you. After this competition is over, I'll treat you to a drink—and no one leaves until we're drunk!"
"Now that sounds better."
As they spoke, a mocking laugh suddenly came from the side.
"Haha, you should drink a farewell toast instead. Or better yet, I should treat you—since the Kelvin family is finished. The Welch family is too much for you to handle. Isn't that right... father-in-law?"
It was Leon.
No one had noticed when he'd arrived, but there he was—sneering proudly.
Alfred's face darkened. "You bastard. You don't deserve to call me father-in-law. I backed the wrong horse. I should never have allowed Lydia to marry you!"
"Aw, don't be mad, Father-in-law. I'm just afraid I won't get another chance to call you that again. So I'm making the most of it." Leon's smirk deepened.
"You'll never have another chance," Zoey snapped.
Lydia's eyes were red and puffy. She hissed, "Leon, get lost! Even if you kneel and beg, our Kelvin family will never forgive you!"
Leon's smile faltered for a moment. Their confidence shook him.
Were they actually going to win?
...No. That had to be an illusion.
He quickly regained his composure and sneered, "You're awfully optimistic. Don't say I didn't warn you—this time, the Welch family brought two masters. You should understand what that means."
Two masters!
The words sent a ripple of shock through the surrounding crowd.
The Welch family had two Heaven Realm masters.
One was Howard, the old ancestor of the Welch family—defeated long ago by Adam. He wasn't the one competing today.
The other was Sawyer—the Welch family's rising star.
Sawyer was the thirty-eighth ranked master on the national list of Heaven Realm experts.
For any martial family, even one Heaven Realm master was enough to earn national respect. But two? That was a declaration of dominance.
This overwhelming strength was the reason so many wealthy families had aligned themselves with the Welches. They could very well become Chicago's next undisputed overlords.
Leon, smirking, turned and walked back toward the Wodehouse family's area—positioned opposite the Kelvins.
He wasn't worried at all.
Why?
Because he had inside information—and according to it, the Welch family would win.
Alfred felt his mood plummet again after Leon's words. But then he remembered: Father has broken through to the peak of the Heaven Realm.
That thought reignited his confidence. He was looking forward to seeing the faces of those who doubted them.
Before long...
Andrew Shelby stepped onto the stone platform and began reciting the familiar rules of engagement. Afterward, Adam and Sawyer ascended the stage together.
Though Sawyer had only eight fingers, he was built like a beast. His massive muscles strained against his clothes, which looked as if they'd split at any moment.
His sharp eyes glinted with rebellious arrogance.
It was no wonder—Sawyer was under forty and already a Heaven Realm master. Of course, he was proud.
In stark contrast, Adam looked thin and aged, nearing a hundred years old. In terms of raw momentum, he appeared to be at a disadvantage.
But then...
A wave of confusion swept through the crowd.
Despite his age, Adam's face held no sign of defeat. On the contrary—he looked energized, full of fighting spirit that didn't match his years.
He stood tall, eyes burning with confidence.
Just like Leon earlier, the onlookers began to wonder:
Was this an illusion?
Why did Adam look so sure of himself?
Illusion or not, the answer would soon be revealed.
With Andrew's signal, the long-standing grudge between Chicago's two martial titans finally erupted—
The battle had officially begun!
