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.

the ring, his voice firm, echoing through the

your hands alone. Defeat comes from surrender,

glaring daggers at

"Then fight!"

audience, the energy electrifying as

tales about your cruelty," Vann

sword slashing fiercely through the air, aimed at taking immediate control and wearing down the brute with

his massive club slicing through

moment sword met club, shock surged through Vann's body as though he'd collided with a mountain, bones rattling, muscles

guy?" Vann snarled defiantly, though pain laced

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

win, as Conan was

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

blurred, limbs

his throat, blood spraying

ground crimson as the crowd

struggling warrior as Vann Damme's knees

a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with dark

hefted his massive club

Las

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

instinct, raising his sword to shield his head, but

the sword's blade as if it were

mercilessly into Van Damme's

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

before, Van Damme did not

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

I've been poisoned!" Van Damme's desperate shout echoed across the silent,

Conan's roar boomed through

with honor, fists, and strength-not petty tricks!" Victoria stood frozen, shock etched deep into

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

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

eyes sharpened dangerously, his voice dropping into a fierce