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.

his voice

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

men nodded sharply, glaring daggers at

"Then fight!"

the audience, the energy electrifying as Vann

Vann

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

the barbarian moved with alarming agility, his massive club slicing through the

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

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

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

would win, as Conan was unable

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

blurred, limbs

erupted from his throat, blood spraying

staining the ground crimson as the crowd watched

barbarian smirked coldly, his massive shadow looming over the struggling warrior as Vann Damme's knees buckled,

curled into a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with dark

hefted his

Las

toward Van Damme's skull, as if he were smashing a golf ball to send it flying as far as

sword to shield his head, but the

the sword's blade as if it were

mercilessly

hurled violently backward, tumbling through the air like a ragdoll

Damme did

gasping, clutching his chest as a surge

Damme's desperate shout echoed across the silent, stunned

coward!" Conan's roar

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

vel

as she watched her daughter's

awareness. "Who the hell is this barbarian? Even

voice dropping into a