The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 422: Let It Out

Nancy pointed a slender finger directly at John.

Despite being a woman, she was more formidable in one-on-one combat than many of the male elders in the Cinnabar Sect. Few could juggle the demanding disciplines of martial arts and crystal-making simultaneously—yet Nancy mastered both.

Her signature martial art, Jade Finger, was proof of her talent.

Nancy's prowess in crystal-making was unparalleled, but she had never allowed that to slow her martial progress. Among the elders of the Cinnabar Sect, she was a rare prodigy—and the youngest to ever attain her rank.

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For John to die beneath her Jade Finger would have been an honor.

With that thought, Nancy fully released the power of her Jade Finger. Vital energy surged as her technique activated, releasing a terrifying aura that distorted the very air around them.

Swish!

The sound sliced through the tension like a blade cutting wind.

And yet—John didn't flinch.

He charged forward recklessly, showing no sign that he even recognized the danger in Nancy's move. His eyes burned with madness, and he rushed in as if the technique meant nothing to him.

"Break!"

His voice was cold, laced with fury. Twin red sparks flickered inside his black pupils—tiny, infernal dots of rage.

He was furious.

An uncontrollable, violent fury surged within him, demanding release. John's punch carried no technique, no elegance—only raw, brutal force. He didn't dodge. He didn't care.

Their attacks collided.

Vital energy exploded like waves crashing against jagged reefs. The force was tidal, overwhelming.

Boom!

It was as if thunder had exploded inside Nancy's chest. Her body reeled, forced backward by the sheer impact.

Shock flooded her face.

"How is this possible?" she thought, stunned.

Her eyes widened as pain shot through her finger—sharp and unforgiving. In that brief clash, she realized just how terrifying John truly was.

The source of his strength had to be his exercise method.

Narrowing her eyes, Nancy asked sharply, "What exercise method are you using?"

In the cultivation world, a practitioner usually trained in a primary inner technique—an exercise method—while supplementing with various martial arts. The stronger the method, the more devastating the martial arts.

Take Nancy's Jade Finger, for instance. By channeling all her Vital energy into a single finger, she could unleash far greater power than with ordinary attacks.

But John...

John hadn't used a martial art at all. He fought her using nothing but pure Vital energy, condensed and unrefined.

And yet he had overpowered her.

Nearly broken her finger.

It was unthinkable. His exercise method must be nothing short of monstrous.

But John didn't respond.

He couldn't.

He didn't even know the name or origin of the strange cultivation he practiced—the Nameless Divine Skill. And right now, he wasn't in the right frame of mind to analyze it.

All he felt was rage. Cruel, maddening rage.

"You really shouldn't have messed with me right now," John said darkly.

His eyes glowed a deeper crimson, and with a primal roar, he lunged at Nancy again—aiming a savage slap toward her skull.

Nancy's instincts kicked in. She ducked, then shouted to her companions, "Get out of here! Something's wrong with him!"

She had seen enough.

The intensity of John's emotions—the unstable aura pouring off him—this wasn't normal. No one should be able to bear this kind of rage without snapping. Something was deeply wrong.

Jenifer and the others stood frozen in disbelief.

They had expected Nancy to easily crush John in retaliation for what he did to Steph. But what they saw now was the exact opposite.

Nancy—Elder Nancy—was being pushed back.

"When did the cultivators outside the Alps become so powerful?" Jenifer thought in stunned confusion.

But this wasn't the time to ponder.

Nancy's voice jolted them back to reality. Without hesitation, they turned and fled.

They trusted Nancy's judgment. If she said run, they ran.

John didn't spare them a glance. His red eyes locked onto Nancy with a manic intensity. When she dodged the first strike, he threw another, and another.

There was no technique, no form—just violent slaps driven by raw power.

It was chaotic.

It was terrifying.

John had never learned proper martial arts. He fought like a monster born of sheer strength and fury. Like a boxer with god-given power but no formal training, he just hit, trusting that his strength would do the rest.

And it did.

Nancy couldn't keep up. His blows were too strong, too fast, too wild.

Bang!

One punch landed squarely on the side of her chest. Agony shot through her ribs.

"You f***ing lunatic!" she screamed, voice cracking. "How the hell do you hit a woman so hard?!"

Her body trembled, her face flushed from the impact.

In the past, John would've snapped back with a taunt—"When you tried to kill me, you didn't care about being a woman. Now that you're losing, you wanna pull the gender card? You old witch."

But not today.

He didn't care.

All he wanted was to vent.

To expel the fury roiling inside him by letting his Vital energy erupt freely. Blow after blow, he lashed out—wild and unstoppable.

Then, something strange happened.

The Nameless Divine Skill inside his body began to operate automatically. His Vital energy regenerated faster than he could burn it.

His power wasn't draining—it was building.

Nancy noticed too.

"What the hell...?" she thought, nearly choking on her rage and despair.

Jealousy twisted inside her.

A cultivation method that regenerated energy faster than it could be spent? That was unheard of. That was legendary-level cultivation.

Unbeatable.

And now she had to face it.

Her own Vital energy was nearly depleted. Unlike John, she had to rely on recovery pills—but those would eventually run out.

She was running on fumes.

And John wasn't letting up.

He chased her, relentless, giving her no room to breathe—no space to retreat.

Panic seeped into her heart.

Despair followed.

"Don't push me too far, you f*ing nutcase!"** she screamed, fury giving way to fear.