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.

onto the ring, his voice firm, echoing through

comes from surrender, severe injury, death, or being thrown out of the

glaring daggers

"Then fight!"

erupted from the audience, the energy electrifying as Vann squared his stance, sword

your cruelty," Vann growled, eyes piercing. "Ends here and

lightning swiftness, Vann launched forward, sword slashing fiercely through the air, aimed at taking immediate control and wearing down the brute

agility, his massive club slicing through the air to meet Vann's assault

shock surged through Vann's body as though he'd

all you've got, big guy?" Vann snarled defiantly, though pain laced every

at the barbarian's side, then a fierce blow aimed at his exposed back, striking

Conan

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

blurred, limbs weakening

erupted from his throat, blood

as the crowd watched

looming over the struggling warrior as Vann Damme's knees buckled, his victory slipping tragically

wicked grin, his eyes glinting with

his massive club

Las

swinging it upward in a brutal arc toward Van Damme's skull, as if

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

the sword's blade as if

slammed mercilessly

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

before, Van Damme did not

as a surge of

desperate shout

pathetic coward!" Conan's roar boomed through

when it's nothing but your own weakness? Admit it, you miserable bastard! I fight with honor, fists, and strength-not petty tricks!" Victoria stood frozen,

vel

defeated?" Her voice trembled, barely audible as she watched her daughter's champion, once invincible, now broken and bloodied. The barbarian's strength surpassed every

tightened with grim awareness. "Who the hell is this barbarian? Even Mr. Damme

sharpened dangerously, his voice dropping