The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 311

The referee's voice sliced sharply through the tense air, holding up an official- looking paper.

"We've received an update," he declared, eyes cold and detached.

"Miss Kelly Kingston has officially taken citizenship and the governor's role in Vermont. According to our rules, she can't represent Vancouver in this sacred duel between states. Therefore, Kelly Kingston is disqualified!"

A stunned hush swallowed the arena, quickly replaced by angry murmurs and gasps of disbelief.

"Kingstons," the referee continued, savoring the drama, "you've got two fights left to turn this around. Choose wisely. Your next fighter must step into the ring in ten minutes or you lose by default."

Before Jasmine could utter a word, a tall, arrogant figure swaggered from the Chicago side, armored gauntlet gleaming menacingly.

He sneered openly at the Vancouver corner, raising his voice mockingly, "Hey, Vancouver! Where's your courage now? Step up if you've got the guts, or run home with your tails tucked between your legs!"

From the shadows emerged an unexpected figure, confidently striding forward.

"I'll represent the Kingstons," he proclaimed boldly.

The referee quickly hid his smirk, eager for more chaos.

"Begin!" he shouted.

But as Jasmine and Kelly finally glimpsed the new fighter's face, dread flooded their expressions.

Charles Kingston.

Before Jasmine could scream, Charles raised his hand dramatically. "I surrender!"

"That cowardly snake!" Jasmine roared furiously, her voice cracking with rage. "Who let Charles anywhere near our arena?"

Charles turned theatrically towards the crowd, arms wide as if embracing their disdain.

"Listen up!" he shouted triumphantly.

"Why fight Chicago? It's clearly stronger, richer, and far superior to Vancouver! Let's stop being stubborn fools—join Chicago willingly, and I'll become your sixth lord of Chicago. Imagine prosperity and power instead of this pitiful independence!"

Jasmine stormed toward the referee, her fury barely restrained. "That traitor doesn't speak for Vancouver!"

The referee shrugged dismissively, clearly enjoying her torment.

clarified your fighters beforehand.

the next-but the match

from Zane and the Chicago Lords, cruel

mocked. "One chance left. Better pick carefully-if there's anyone left worth fighting

as despair

had been meticulously stabbing them in the

to find someone capable of facing Chicago's elite knights felt

lord. "What's it gonna be, Kingston? Admit defeat

More mocking voices rose:

mighty Kingstons fell right

perfect, humiliating defeat! Or

excuse to

and Vancouver never

between pity,

eyes critical yet oddly

turn this disaster into a good alliance-give Chicago Alex's share, and call it diplomacy." Jasmine bit her lip fiercely, her silence deafening as turmoil churned within her. The world around her blurred with desperation and anger, her heart crying

The referee barked sharply, irritation clear

someone into the ring? Quit stalling and admit

with the games-just forfeit already!" The Chicago Lords members

side burned silently, their faces twisted in quiet

voice cut through the

eyes narrowing suspiciously as a figure pushed through the

He stepped forward confidently,

sunglasses, a plain mask covering his face, and a bright blue uniform from Vancouver's

this joker?" someone scoffed

fighter laughed harshly, shaking his head with

damn janitor-think you can face me? Who the hell gave you

the tense silence, Jasmine immediately recognized

worry. She moved

stocks, let

calm smile beneath his mask, his voice steady and

I won't let them touch a single share, and our

another word, he walked boldly into the fighting ring,

standing aside

anxiously, turning toward her, eyes pleading for intervention. "Aren't you going

knowingly, eyes