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.

ring, his voice firm, echoing through the tense

alone. Defeat comes

nodded sharply, glaring daggers at

"Then fight!"

erupted from the audience, the energy

about your cruelty," Vann growled,

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

alarming agility, his massive club slicing through the air

surged through Vann's body as though he'd

guy?" Vann snarled defiantly,

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

Conan was unable to defend

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

vision blurred, limbs weakening

violent cough erupted from his

staining the ground crimson as the crowd watched

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

curled into a wicked grin, his eyes

hefted his massive club

Las

Damme's skull, as if

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

struck with ruthless force, bending the sword's blade

and slammed mercilessly into Van Damme's

air like a ragdoll flung

before, Van Damme did not

his chest as a surge of blood erupted from his mouth, staining the

Van Damme's desperate shout

roar boomed through the

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, shock etched deep into every line of her pale

vel

watched her daughter's champion, once invincible, now

awareness. "Who the hell is this

his voice dropping into a