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.

referee climbed onto the ring, his voice firm, echoing

are in your hands alone. Defeat comes from surrender, severe injury, death, or being thrown out of the ring. Are

men nodded sharply, glaring

"Then fight!"

the audience, the energy electrifying as Vann squared his stance, sword gleaming

your cruelty," Vann growled, eyes

forward, sword slashing fiercely through the air, aimed at taking immediate control

his massive club slicing through

club, shock surged through Vann's body as though he'd collided with a

big guy?" Vann snarled

forward again, slashing twice more-once at the barbarian's side, then a fierce blow aimed at his exposed back, striking

win, as Conan was unable

his blade neared the brute's skin,

vision blurred,

violent cough erupted from his

as the crowd watched in

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

grin, his eyes glinting with

his massive

Las

a brutal arc toward Van Damme's skull, as if he were smashing a golf ball to

raising his sword to

the sword's blade as if it

mercilessly into

air like a ragdoll flung by

Van Damme did not remain

his feet, gasping, clutching his chest as a surge of blood erupted from

Van Damme's desperate shout echoed across the

coward!" Conan's roar boomed through

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

vel

Mr. Damme 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

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

dangerously, his voice