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. Now

refusal for the next-but the match

Zane and the Chicago

left. Better pick carefully-if there's anyone left worth fighting for you.

jaw tightened painfully as despair knotted her

in the back, poisoning

someone capable of facing Chicago's elite knights felt like

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

More mocking voices rose:

Kingstons fell right

a perfect, humiliating defeat! Or

excuse to avoid fighting

strength rules, and Vancouver never

murmurs swung wildly between pity, excitement, and outright glee at

eyes critical yet oddly

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 out for a hero-someone, anyone, who could

referee barked sharply, irritation clear in his

sending someone into the ring?

games-just forfeit already!" The Chicago Lords members jeered, their mocking voices filling

silently, their faces twisted

voice cut through the

swiveled, eyes narrowing suspiciously as a figure pushed

He stepped forward confidently,

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

is this joker?" someone scoffed from

fighter laughed harshly, shaking his head

me? Who the hell gave

the tense silence, Jasmine immediately recognized

with a pang of worry. She moved swiftly, discreetly leaning

they want our stocks, let them take it. You're more important than

a calm smile beneath his mask, his voice steady

them touch a single share, and our

walked boldly into the fighting

standing aside now would

toward her, eyes pleading for intervention.

smirked knowingly, eyes glittering