Husband Returns home has a Supreme God

CHAPTER 7

Immediately without anyone time Lewis rushed forward on shaking legs to get a closer look at what had just happened. His mind couldn't process what his eyes had seen. There was absolutely no way Alex should have been able to destroy that golden bell with just his bare fist. Especially not after Henry King had secretly made it five times stronger than normal.

Lewis tried to calculate in his head what kind of power it would take to completely shatter a bell with that much magical energy flowing through it. And to do it with a single punch using no weapons or spells. The numbers didn't make sense to him. That level of strength was completely off any chart he knew about.

“I told you I passed beyond the Warrior Realm a long time ago.”

Alex brushed the golden dust off his knuckles and started walking back toward the platform like nothing unusual had happened.

Master Lawrence and Mrs. Lawrence stood frozen in place, staring at the scattered pieces of metal on the floor. Their minds struggled to accept what they had witnessed with their own eyes. Both of them had reached the fourth stage of the Warrior Realm after years of training. On their best day, they might be able to put a small scratch on a bell like that. But to completely destroy it with bare hands in a single hit? That was impossible for people at their level.

A terrifying thought crept into both their minds at the same time. Did that mean Alex, the nobody they had looked down on yesterday, was actually stronger than both of them combined.

King of War Henry King stood completely motionless, his mind racing faster than his body could keep up with. Everyone else in the room had seen Alex destroy the golden bell with his bare fist. But Henry King's trained eyes had caught something much more significant. There had been a technique woven into that punch - an ancient fighting style that very few people in the world even knew existed.

He had heard stories about this technique before. He had even watched other warriors attempt to copy it after hearing the legends. But none of them could ever master it properly. They all failed to capture the true essence of the movements like the original owner could perform them.

The original owner was the Dragon King himself. The only man alive who was said to stand above every other fighter in all the magical realms combined.

People called him the Lord Supreme. He had appeared out of thin air five years ago like he had dropped down from the heavens. Most people believed the gods had sent him to earth specifically to save mankind from destruction. Anyone who had been lucky enough to witness him in battle would swear that was the truth. Stories said he could face down a thousand demons at once without even working up a sweat.

At that moment Henry King felt his legs begin to tremble beneath him. A cold realization hit him like ice water. Alex had been gone for exactly five years. The same amount of time since the Dragon King had first appeared. That couldn't just be some random coincidence, could it?

But then he looked at how Master Lawrence and his wife had been treating Alex like he was nobody special. There was absolutely no way a regular person could climb from nothing all the way up to Dragon King level in just five years. The idea was so ridiculous it made him want to laugh out loud.

Henry King stared hard at Alex and forced himself to push the crazy thought out of his head. If Alex really was the legendary Dragon King, he definitely wouldn't have come back here empty-handed like this. He would have arrived with his full title and army behind him. And he sure as hell wouldn't have sat there listening to all the disrespectful garbage everyone had been saying to him.

If Alex was truly the Lord Supreme, every single person in this room would already be dead for the way they had spoken to him. Still, there was no denying that Alex had to be incredibly powerful to completely destroy that golden bell with nothing but his bare fist.

“How did you do that? How did you destroy that bell with just your bare hands?”

Rose finally climbed down from the platform, her legs still shaky from everything she had just witnessed. Everyone around her remained frozen in amazement, their minds still trying to process what Alex had accomplished.

Alex shrugged his shoulders like nothing important had happened.

“I just hit the golden bell with my bare hands. It wasn't that strong to begin with.”

His casual words sent the entire hall into chaos. People started shouting and arguing with each other. Some pointed at the scattered pieces of metal on the floor. Others threw their hands up in disbelief.

Henry King stepped forward through the crowd, his voice cutting through all the noise.

“I saw what you really did. You were imitating the Dragon King's combat technique. Just copying that fighting style can boost someone's power by up to 1000% depending on how well they can replicate the movements.”

The moment Henry King said “Dragon King,” the whole room went dead silent. Then people started backing away from each other in pure terror. Some covered their mouths with their hands. Others looked around frantically like they expected demons to burst through the walls at any second.

The Dragon King was the most powerful man in their entire country. Everyone knew the stories about how the gods themselves had sent him down to earth to save humanity from the age of demons.

People stared at Alex with a mixture of fear and amazement. The fact that he could copy even one of the Dragon King's combat techniques was incredible. Where in the world had he learned something like that? The Dragon King's fighting methods were supposed to be completely secret. No one had access to training manuals or teachers who knew those moves.

At that moment Rose felt her heart racing as she processed what Henry King had just explained. She couldn't believe that simply copying the Dragon King's attack style could create such devastating power. And somehow Alex had managed to pull it off perfectly. Even though she now understood it was an imitation and not Alex's own natural strength, she didn't think any less of him. If anything, she was more impressed than before.

Lewis stepped closer to get a better look at Alex, his voice filled with reluctant respect.

“Being able to use the Dragon King's skill means he has to be a real awakener.”