Wilson had been excessively arrogant, boasting that the Oracle King, a figure of supreme power in the soul realm of Britain, was nothing but a coward. However, in an instant, all his bravado was shattered. With a single punch from the Oracle King, Wilson's chest was pierced, his life snuffed out in a flash.
Thump! Thump!
Despite the fatal blow, Wilson's face reflected a strange peace. There was no fear, only a sense of relief. He had provoked the Oracle King, and now he had received the most luxurious of deaths—a death that would ensure his place in history. His final thought, as the life drained from his body, was that no matter how many soul realms Britain created, the US, with its unmatched martial prowess, would always stand supreme in the world. This battle had affirmed it in the most brutal way possible.
Silence fell over the crowd.
Wilson was dead.
The most ironic part was that the Oracle King hadn't even bothered to draw his sword to deal with Wilson. With a simple punch, Wilson's arrogance was completely extinguished. It was a terrifying display of power that left no room for challenge. After this moment, who would dare challenge the Oracle King again?
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
The people from the US erupted in ecstatic cheers, chanting for their king. They were ready to kneel in devotion, honoring the Oracle King for his unmatched strength and protection. He was their patron saint, the one who had kept them safe. With such a leader, how could the US not rise to greater heights?
John, standing tall with his dragon-head mask, gave a slight nod to acknowledge their cheers. But when his gaze shifted to the foreign visitors, a coldness emanated from him, sending a chill down their spines.
The foreign spectators trembled, their legs quaking. Some, unable to withstand the weight of his gaze, knelt instinctively. This was not the same kind of kneeling that Wilson had forced upon the people of the US. Wilson had demanded they kneel to humiliate them, but now, these foreign people were kneeling out of sheer instinct and fear.
John was not a bully, but his presence commanded awe and respect. Just standing there, his aura exuded such overwhelming majesty that anyone who dared to meet his eyes trembled in fear.
He wasn't interested in engaging with these insignificant onlookers. He turned his attention back to the situation at hand, dismissing the foreigners without a second thought.
The people around, however, understood why Wilson had been so desperate. They had seen the terror in his eyes before his death. Meeting the Oracle King on the battlefield was not something anyone could face lightly.
Just as the tension in the air reached its peak, a surprising figure approached the Oracle King—a tall, slender beauty from the US, with a smile on her face. The crowd gasped in disbelief. How dare she approach the Oracle King? Was she not afraid for her life?
Everyone held their breath, unsure of how the Oracle King would react. No one dared to approach him directly, not even the reporters. But to everyone's surprise, the Oracle King reached out and took the microphone from her hand.
His voice was low and commanding as he addressed the gathered crowd, his words cutting through the tension like a blade: "The US does not seek trouble. It's not that we are cowards, but because we are a peaceful nation. However, if anyone dares to offend the US, they will be destroyed!"
His words echoed with a chilling reminder of the events years ago, when the Oracle King had taken matters into his own hands and ruthlessly punished those who threatened his country.
The crowd, already on edge, was further stunned by this speech. But there was one more unexpected twist.
John, having answered the reporter's questions, did something that sent the atmosphere into a frenzy. With a swift motion, he reached up and slowly removed his dragon-head mask.
For the first time, the Oracle King was revealing his true face to the world. What would he look like under that mask?
Everyone's eyes widened, their hearts racing as they realized they were about to witness history. Cameras clicked and drones hovered above, capturing the moment when the Oracle King's identity was finally unveiled.
Half of his chin was exposed, sending a wave of anticipation rippling through the crowd. The tension was unbearable. Everyone could feel their hands trembling as they tried to steady their cameras.
But just as the moment of revelation approached, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook violently. The air seemed to ripple with energy.
"What's happening?"
Everyone was caught off guard, the shaking increasing in intensity. People lost their grip on their cameras, which crashed to the ground. There was no time to recover.
A voice rang out in panic: "No! The island is sinking! The island is sinking!"
The island's surface began to tremble and sink. The coastline eroded at an alarming rate, waves crashing in to fill the gaps. People screamed in shock and fear as the ground beneath them became unsteady.
"Retreat! Everyone, leave the island right now!" John's voice rang out, calm yet commanding, cutting through the chaos.
It was not too late to escape, but the urgency of the situation was clear.
"Sister, you leave first!" John shouted over the noise.
Kate, still dazed from the unfolding disaster, turned to him, worried. "John, aren't you coming?"
"I have something to do," he replied cryptically. "Don't worry. It's nothing I can't handle."
Kate hesitated, but she knew John well enough to understand that he wasn't in any immediate danger. He could walk on water, and these waves posed no threat to him. There was something more important that he needed to deal with, and she didn't want to press him for details.
With one last look at her brother, Kate nodded and turned to leave. The crowd rushed to evacuate the island, and Kate, alongside the rest of the group, boarded a large cruise ship that was waiting to take them to safety.
The island was sinking into the sea, but the Oracle King remained behind, his fate unknown to those who had left.
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