The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 228: Gene Experiments

A breathless mercenary ran up, eyes wide with panic.

"Sir! We're under attack! Someone breached the base!"

"Who is it?" the commander barked, heart pounding.

The mercenary hesitated. "It's... it's the Oracle King of the US!"

"WHAT?!"

The commander's blood ran cold. His hands trembled.

The Oracle King? Here?

"What the hell is he doing here?!"

He sprinted outside, refusing to believe it—only to be met by a sandstorm of chaos. The wind had stirred up thick clouds of dust, obscuring everything. But above the roar of the storm, the sound of relentless gunfire echoed like thunder. Bullets flew like an endless drizzle.

Through the storm of bullets, two figures surged forward.

One of them was Linen.

The other wore a terrifying, dragon-shaped mask—the unmistakable symbol of the King of Horizon.

"Damn it! It is him! Shut down all the equipment! Evacuate to the underground lab!" the commander shouted.

Inside the lab, Dr. Anderson also saw the dragon mask and paled. He immediately rushed back, pulling all the researchers away from their stations.

They fled underground, abandoning everything.

In the now-empty lab remained rows upon rows of transparent experiment chambers.

Inside each one lay naked men—most of them Americans. A few were martial artists from Texas.

They had been injected with genetic serums and were undergoing horrifying transformations.

Oblivious to the battle raging outside, they lay unconscious or writhing in pain, as the researchers had long since abandoned them.

Outside.

A brutal fight unfolded.

John and Linen charged through the barrage of bullets like shadows. Mercenaries dropped like flies around them.

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Their modern weapons were useless against such overwhelming power.

John hadn't brought an army—just Linen.

But that was enough.

John alone had the strength to obliterate the entire mercenary force in the blink of an eye.

Linen was only here to act as a translator.

Because destroying the lab wasn't the final goal.

This facility couldn't have existed without the knowledge—or cooperation—of the Texan leadership.

It didn't take long before all mercenaries were slain.

None escaped.

Not even the commander.

The moment he stepped outside, a blade of invisible energy, formed purely from John's vital force, sliced him cleanly in half.

No one truly understood the limits of the King of Horizon's terrifying strength.

When the dust settled, John—his robes unstained by blood or mud—stepped into the laboratory.

What he saw made him frown.

Bang!

A muffled explosion suddenly erupted from one of the chambers.

Inside, a Texan martial artist had liquefied—his body bursting into a mist of blood, staining the chamber bright red.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

More chambers erupted.

More subjects exploded—one after another.

"Your Highness," Linen said gravely, "they're conducting genetic experiments!"

John's expression turned cold and sharp.

"So... Texas has grown too comfortable," he said. "So comfortable that they've forgotten what they should and shouldn't do."

He turned to Linen.

"Destroy the lab. Then come with me—we're going to have a word with the leadership of Texas."

Every nation had martial artists.

But those from the United States—especially under the Oracle—were unmatched.

The Oracle's authority was absolute. No one in the world dared challenge it.

This lab? It was born of envy.

The Texan elite believed that if they could extract and integrate American martial genes into their own people, they might create their own top-level warriors.

That was the purpose of this entire lab.

But the experiment was far from complete.

Even the process of gene fusion was riddled with failure.

No one knew if it would ever succeed.

Boom!

Just then, another chamber burst open.

From it stepped a bald, naked man—a martial artist from Texas.

He was laughing madly.

"HAHAHA! I did it! I succeeded in my gene modification!"

He had no idea what was happening outside.

Drunk on victory, he rushed out of the chamber and shouted in Texan.

But he suddenly paused.

Something felt... off.

His eyes focused on the two figures in front of him.

Then he saw the dragon mask.

His triumphant expression vanished.

Every drop of blood in his body turned to ice.

"The... King of Horizon?"

Before his modification, even the strongest martial artists in Texas had only reached the Heaven Realm. None had broken through to the Venerable Realm.

Their martial genes were inferior to those of the US.

He had been the same—Heaven Realm—when he entered the chamber.

Now, thanks to the experiment, he had broken through.

He had become Venerable.

But that meant nothing now.

Before the King of Horizon, he was just an ant.

And in that moment...

He was terrified.