The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 308

Before Kelly could swing another brutal blow, a sudden commotion erupted, freezing both fighters mid-action.

"Look! The Kingstons just arrived!" a voice shouted urgently from the crowd.

All eyes snapped toward the entryway as Jasmine strode confidently into view, flanked by Vancouver's top five knights.

Her presence radiated authority, silencing murmurs and heightening the tension instantly.

Charles assessed the situation swiftly and growled, "Enough. Let's save our energy—the main event's about to begin."

Byson sneered venomously at Kelly, leaning close to whisper with a chilling threat, "You're damn lucky, punk. If they hadn't shown up, you'd be spending tonight bleeding in my bed."

Kelly, unimpressed and bored, shrugged off the insult and slumped back into her chair without a word.

Alex leaned forward, his voice icy and precise. "Had you actually tried, he'd already be dead."

"Exactly," Kelly drawled with a smirk, "he got lucky today—not ending up in a coffin."

Across the arena, Charles, Byson, and Clara settled into their seats, eyeing the newcomers warily.

Byson's jaw tightened, his gaze fixed in disbelief. "Impossible. They brought Mr. Damme himself? They must be hell-bent on victory today!"

Clara hesitated, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Who's Mr. Damme? Is he really that strong?"

Byson exhaled deeply, his tone dripping with awe and reverence. "Mr. Damme isn't just strong—he's legendary. One of Vancouver's Top five Best Knights. Finding someone in the whole damn state who can match him? Nearly impossible."

"No wonder he stands out," Clara whispered, staring at Vann Damme as he moved gracefully through the admiring crowd. "Look at how he carries himself. He's extraordinary."

Nearby, disciples gazed at Vann with a blend of admiration and envy.

Achieving a spot among the elite top ten was the pinnacle, a true mark of honor demanding absolute respect.

"Totally different from a certain someone over there," Clara said, glancing at Alex and Kelly. "Alex is just clinging to a woman's success like some leech."

"Leeching off women is pathetic," Byson muttered with a low growl. "Real strength comes from your fists-and nothing else."

in motion before she

her eyes found Alex, she glided to his side and slipped gracefully into the seat beside

already here," she said, her voice

low and urgent. "Jasmine, the Chicago Lords came ready for war today. They are not a good

her eyes dismissively. "Relax. We've got Vancouver's top five knights. The Lords don't

a brief, enigmatic smile, choosing silence as his strongest response. Sometimes, words

as yet another group emerged from

Jaxon

sharp eyes surveyed the room with a predatory calm, and the crowd instinctively cleared a path,

and the rest of his ruthless crew

with imminent hostility as both factions

voice pierced through the tension, challenging and

this battle-but mark my words, today, glory belongs

you're serious, show me with blood, not words," Jasmine sneered, eyes cold

asking," the

with a five-on-five showdown. One-on-one fights, round

fighter standing claims

a subtle smirk hinting at ruthless

into tense whispers, strategy forming

arena crackled with

whistles filled the air as the first warrior from Chicago Lords emerged a brute built like he was carved from

crowd exploded with

"Conan the Barbarian!"

"Conan! Crush their bones!"

turned anxiously to Charles. "Is he as dangerous as they

Charles could even

Conan's left more broken bodies in this

live, they wish

ring, each heavy step shaking the very stage beneath him. Muscles rippled beneath his

his eyes fierce

like thunder, "Vancouver het