The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 309

The Kingstons faced a crushing humiliation before the roaring crowd.

Their fifth-best fighter was sprawled lifelessly in the dirt from just a single ruthless blow.

"God almighty, that was brutal!" someone shouted from the stands.

"Vancouver was never mighty like Chicago, sure, but this... this is just pathetic," another voice sneered sharply.

Angry jeers rose quickly, voices filled with scorn echoing around the arena.

"You've disgraced all of Vancouver, Kingstons!"

Jasmine's fists clenched, eyes blazing with rage as she turned to her remaining champions, her voice cold yet fiery.

"Which one of you is man enough to crush this brute and reclaim our honor?"

"Ms. Kingston," Vann Damme announced, stepping forward confidently, his movements fluid, eyes sharp.

"Allow me to handle this disgrace personally."

He moved to the center of the ring, every step resonating with determination.

Among Vancouver's top fighters, he was unquestionably the strongest, the pride and hope of their state.

Victory now wasn't merely about winning a single fight-it meant restoring their shaken pride, lifting their people's spirits once again.

"Alex, think he'll pull it off?" Kelly asked quietly, eyes glued to the impending battle.

"It's tough to call," Alex said thoughtfully.

"That barbarian looks strange, unpredictable. If Vann finds a weakness quickly, exploits it relentlessly, he might have a fighting chance. But something about Vann feels off. Are you certain he's alright?"

Victoria laughed coldly, her eyes flashing with contempt.

"Ridiculous! You think that lumbering barbarian has a chance against Mr. Damme? All he has to do is dance circles around him, tire him out, and that barbarian will collapse like a sack of bones!"

Alex said nothing further, eyes narrowed, observing carefully.

climbed onto the ring, his voice firm, echoing through

this ring. Life and death are in your hands alone. Defeat comes from surrender, severe injury, death,

sharply, glaring daggers

"Then fight!"

from the audience, the energy electrifying as Vann squared his

Vann growled, eyes piercing. "Ends here

at taking

massive club slicing through

Vann's body as though he'd collided with a mountain, bones rattling, muscles

guy?" Vann snarled

fierce blow aimed at his exposed back, striking at weaknesses any normal man would

as Conan was unable to

just as his blade neared the brute's skin, a wave of sickening dizziness

vision blurred,

erupted from his

crimson as the crowd

massive shadow looming over the struggling warrior as Vann Damme's knees buckled,

curled into a wicked grin, his

hefted his

Las

skull, as if he were smashing a golf ball to

Damme reacted on instinct, raising his sword to shield his head, but the collision

struck with ruthless force, bending the sword's blade as if it were

and slammed mercilessly into

through the air like a ragdoll flung by an angry child, landing with a

Damme did not

clutching his chest as a

Damme's desperate shout

Conan's roar boomed through

Admit it, you miserable bastard! I fight with honor, fists, and strength-not petty tricks!" Victoria stood frozen, shock etched

vel

audible as she watched her daughter's champion,

face tightened with grim awareness. "Who the hell is this

sharpened dangerously, his voice dropping into a