Chapter 340: The Silent King’s True Power

The crowd had yet to recover from the shock. Jin Hao, the prodigy of the Hao family, had been crushed. The air was thick with disbelief, whispers rippling like wildfire through the grand martial arts arena.

Ochieng stood at the center, his plain clothes barely ruffled, while Jin Hao lay on the ground, defeated and struggling to breathe.

One move. That was all it took.

The once-mocking spectators were now fearful, intrigued, and uncertain. Who was this man?

High in the VIP section, cloaked figures sat in the shadows, observing him closely. The most powerful clans, underground syndicates, and sect masters had all gathered to watch the Eight Provinces Martial Arts Challenge. They had come expecting a battle of elites, yet a man they had never heard of had flipped the entire stage upside down.

"This boy…" a deep voice rumbled. "He's too dangerous to be left unchecked."

Another figure leaned forward, their golden eyes gleaming in the darkness. "We must test him further."

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Jin Hao's father, Hao Tian, a Peak Martial Arts Master, stormed onto the stage, his presence alone making the ground tremble. His expression was a mix of rage and disbelief.

"You dare humiliate my son?" His voice carried an undeniable killing intent.

Ochieng met his gaze with unsettling calm. "He lost because he was weak."

The entire arena held its breath. No one had ever spoken to Hao Tian like that.

Jin Hao struggled to his feet, his hands trembling. "Father… he's not normal… he's… he's a monster."

Hao Tian's expression darkened. He had watched the match. The way Ochieng moved was not natural. His instincts screamed that this young man was hiding something terrifying.

"Since you've won, you must prove your strength further," Hao Tian declared. "Only cowards refuse to accept a real challenge."

A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.

"A real challenge? What does he mean?"

Then—BOOM!

The gates of the underground cells burst open.

From within, a hulking beast of a man emerged—Zhao Kuang, a Peak 5-Star Martial Master, also known as the Crimson Executioner. He was a former warlord who had been imprisoned for massacring an entire city in a fit of rage.

Chains hung from his wrists, his muscles bulging with pure, monstrous strength. His eyes glowed red as he cracked his neck.

"Finally," Zhao Kuang grinned. "A chance to kill again."

Hao Tian turned to Ochieng. "If you refuse this match, you will be labeled a coward for life."

The audience gasped.

This wasn't a fair fight. This was an execution.

But Ochieng merely tilted his head.

"Fine," he said. "I'll end this in one move again."

The arena erupted into mad laughter.

"ONE MOVE? AGAINST ZHAO KUANG?"

"He's crazy!"

Even the VIP figures scoffed.

Zhao Kuang grinned, revealing sharp, beast-like teeth. "Oh, I like you." His aura surged—blood-red energy swirling around him like a storm.

Then, with explosive speed, Zhao Kuang charged forward, his massive fists aimed at Ochieng's skull.

The force alone made the air howl.

Ochieng didn't move.

The punch came millimeters from his face.

Then—

BOOM!

Zhao Kuang froze.

His entire body stiffened.

Then, slowly, his knees gave out.

A second later, he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

Dead silence filled the arena.

No one had seen what happened.

Zhao Kuang had attacked—and then he lost.

"What… the hell just happened?"

Even Hao Tian took a step back, his eyes narrowing.

This boy is dangerous.

From the VIP section, a mysterious woman in a black veil watched with interest. Her lips curled into a seductive smile.

"I need to have him," she murmured.

Another man, dressed in ancient martial robes, folded his arms. "He doesn't just fight. He makes his enemies feel despair."

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Deep beneath the city, within the hidden chambers of the Tempting Devil Sect, a council gathered.

A man dressed in dark crimson robes knelt before a shadowy figure seated on a throne.

"Master," the man whispered. "We have discovered something unbelievable."

The shadowy figure slowly opened his crimson eyes.

"Speak."

The kneeling man swallowed hard. "The boy—Ochieng—is not ordinary."

The air grew heavier.

"He is… the one we have been searching for."

A long silence.

Then—

A chilling laugh echoed through the chamber.

"So… the heir of the Silent King has finally revealed himself."

The world had just been thrown into chaos.

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The entire arena remained frozen in disbelief. Zhao Kuang, the Crimson Executioner, a Peak 5-Star Martial Master, had fallen. With just one move.

Ochieng's expression remained indifferent, as if he had merely swatted away a fly.

Silence stretched through the grand martial arts stadium before finally—

"IMPOSSIBLE!"

Hao Tian's furious roar shattered the stillness. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "You… you used a trick!"

His voice echoed across the arena, but no one dared to agree. The truth was clear as day—Ochieng hadn't even needed to exert himself.

"This brat is terrifying," a whisper ran through the VIP section. "Who the hell is he?"

Even the most seasoned martial artists felt a shiver run down their spines. They had witnessed countless battles, but never had they seen someone as… unnatural as Ochieng.

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From the VIP stands, the woman in the black veil leaned forward. Her long, slender fingers traced the rim of her wine glass as her ruby-red lips curled into a devilish smile.

"He's quite the specimen, isn't he?" Her voice was sultry, dripping with amusement.

A man beside her, dressed in traditional silk robes, scoffed. "A lucky fluke. He will fall soon enough."

The woman's golden eyes sparkled with intrigue. "No… I don't think so."

Her name was Su Lian, one of the top beauties of the Southern Provinces and a woman known for tempting even the most disciplined martial masters into ruin.

And now, her sights were set on Ochieng.

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Deep underground, in the dark halls of the Tempting Devil Sect, masked figures knelt before a throne shrouded in black mist.

"Master," one of them whispered. "It has been confirmed. Ochieng is not an ordinary martial artist."

A chilling voice echoed from the shadows.

"Tell me everything."

The masked figure hesitated before continuing, his voice trembling. "He possesses abilities beyond normal cultivation… possibly something far more ancient."

A long pause.

Then, the shadowy figure laughed.

"So… the heir of the Silent King has finally made his move."

The masked figures shuddered.

The Silent King.

A name that had been erased from history.

A man who had once ruled the underworld, the martial world, and the hidden realms. A figure so terrifying that even the strongest clans and sects had banded together to eliminate him.

And now, his legacy lived on.

The Tempting Devil Sect had been searching for this heir for years—not to kill him, but to claim him as one of their own.

"Find him," the shadowy figure ordered. "Tempt him. If he refuses… break him."

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Back in the arena, Ochieng turned his gaze to Hao Tian, his expression bored.

"You're awfully loud for someone whose son lost so miserably."

Hao Tian's face darkened. The shame, the fury, the humiliation—all of it boiled inside him.

"I challenge you myself," he declared.

The audience gasped.

"A Peak Martial Arts Master against an unknown youth?"

"This is madness!"

But Ochieng merely smirked.

"If you wish to be humiliated in front of everyone, I won't stop you," he said.

Hao Tian's aura exploded, sending cracks through the marble floor beneath his feet.

"Arrogant brat! I'll teach you the true meaning of power!"

Without warning, he attacked.

His palm strike shattered the air, its force capable of leveling mountains.

But—

Ochieng vanished.

No—he didn't just vanish. He moved so fast that it seemed as if time had stopped.

A heartbeat later—

BOOM!

Hao Tian's body slammed into the arena walls, buried several meters deep into the stone. Blood trickled from his lips.

Silence.

Hao Tian didn't get up.

The great martial master—one of the strongest in the region—was utterly defeated in an instant.

The audience forgot to breathe.

Then—

Roaring applause.

Shock. Fear. Excitement. Madness.

The unknown man in plain clothes had just proven himself above even the martial masters.

Su Lian's smile widened. "Interesting. Very interesting."

And in the shadows, hidden eyes continued to watch, plan, and prepare.

The Silent King's heir had been found.

And now… the real games would begin.

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