The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 196: This Step Shows Fifteen Years of Training

He dropped into a classic Taekwondo stance. Balancing on one leg, he lashed out with a fierce kick into the air before John. The force of the motion stirred the air, creating a sharp whistling sound.

There was no denying—Riley had a solid foundation.

Huh.

He was getting all worked up.

John, however, found it amusing.

Casting a sidelong glance at Justin, who was smirking with schadenfreude, John said lightly, "You're a decent translator. It would be a waste if you didn't grow up to become a full-blown traitor someday."

Justin's expression changed.

Before he could retort, John continued:

"Translate this to him: 'This step carries fifteen years of training. Ask him if he dares to take it.'"

BOOM!

Without any flourish or elaborate technique, John simply lifted his right foot—and brought it down.

A deep hole exploded into the floor beneath him.

Cracks shot outward like spiderwebs, radiating from the impact point.

Silence.

The entire hall fell deathly quiet.

Then John's voice sounded again, calm and chilling:

"This next step also carries fifteen years of training. Translate that, too."

BOOM!

This time, it was his left foot.

Another hole. More cracks.

The concrete floor now looked like it had been hit by artillery.

No translation was needed.

Riley's face turned as white as a sheet.

His bravado shattered, he screamed, "Oh my God—I'm scared! I want to go home!"

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All his earlier arrogance evaporated.

Taekwondo black belt?

Even if he had robotic legs, they wouldn't survive those strikes!

Meanwhile, Justin nearly wet himself.

He had always been jealous of John, opposing him at every turn. He'd believed Queenie had terrible taste.

But now...

He finally understood.

It wasn't Queenie who had the problem—it was him.

John stomped a hole into the floor.

What kind of monster was this guy?

Only a fool wouldn't realize—

This was the power of a martial artist.

Justin stood there, frozen, overwhelmed by the horrifying truth:

The man he'd mocked and resented for so long was not only far superior...

He was untouchable.

John walked over, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said with a grin, "Kid, you're way too green to compete with me for a woman."

The words stung more than a slap.

John was laughing at Justin's arrogance—at how he'd overestimated himself, thinking he could contend with someone like him.

In truth, John never had to try to deal with him. Justin wasn't even worthy of effort.

Justin had built himself up as some kind of prize.

But in front of John?

He was nothing.

On the sidelines, Jacob stood stunned for several seconds. Then he suddenly burst out:

"Damn! Brother-in-law! You're awesome! You're my idol!"

His eyes sparkled with awe.

John raised an eyebrow. "You little traitor. Switching sides so fast? And don't call me brother-in-law. I don't want to be your idol either."

Jacob grinned. "Come on! My mom told me to remember your face even if you turn into ashes. You'll always be my brother-in-law!"

Just minutes ago, Jacob would never have said such a thing.

Ever since seeing John yesterday, he'd held contempt in his heart. He hadn't spoken to him all day. To Jacob, John seemed nowhere near Justin's level.

So when Riley challenged John, Jacob had actually been excited to see him humiliated.

But now...

Those two steps had changed everything.

In Jacob's eyes, John had suddenly become larger than life—taller than a mountain.

A martial artist!

That title alone crushed the value of any foreign degree, high-end résumé, or international award.

Jacob wisely adjusted his attitude and switched teams immediately.

He was now John's number-one fan.

"Sis, aren't you surprised?" Jacob asked, eyes still wide with excitement.

But when he turned to Queenie, he was shocked to see that she wasn't the least bit surprised.

She looked calm. Unshaken.

Queenie gave John a long, meaningful glance and said softly:

"Actually... I already guessed."