The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 312

"What the hell just happened? Is the fight already over?"

Stunned silence rippled through the crowd as every eye fixed on Chicago's elite fighter, sprawled motionless on the ground-unconscious or asleep, no one could say for sure.

Disbelief ricocheted among the spectators.

Everyone had assumed the janitor stood no chance, yet the battle had ended in a shocking twist. Even stranger, the janitor had merely suggested his opponent sleep—and now the man lay flat, utterly defenseless.

"Impossible!" Byson exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief. “Did that nobody actually win?"

"No way!" Clara spat bitterly. "He must have cheated! How else could he drop Chicago best without lifting a finger?"

"Can anyone explain what just happened?" Zane growled, confusion etched across his face.

"Our top four crumbled after just one speech!"

"What kind of trickery had the janitor employed?"

"He's more dangerous than he looks," Jaxon murmured, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Even his keen gaze had failed to catch the janitor's secret.

Jasmine exploded with ecstatic laughter, leaping to her feet, triumph shining brightly in her eyes.

"Yes! He did it! Alex, you're amazing!" It was their first victory, and she savored every second.

"What's there to celebrate?" Victoria snapped, glaring at the triumphant figure in irritation.

The crowd erupted into heated speculation.

Though confusion and suspicion lingered, the janitor had undeniably proven the Kingstons could still claim victory.

Alex strutted arrogantly around the ring, lips twisted in scorn. "Anyone else need a bedtime story?" he sneered.

A surge of fury swept through the Chicago ranks. Insulting them was tantamount to playing with fire.

"That arrogant bastard!"

"How dare he!"

"He'll pay for this!"

"Watch your mouth, boy!" Zane bellowed, slamming his palm down furiously. "You're courting death!"

"Enough chatter," Alex shot back coolly. "Come on up and face me if you've got the guts."

"You asked for it!" growled Chicago's third-ranked fighter, a battle-hardened middle-aged warrior, stepping into the ring amid deafening cheers.

"The third rank's joining the fight!"

damn

goes down, at least he'll

whispers surged

the fool will

down, his voice dripping venom. "Beg

eyes burning with contempt. "How about you

seasoned warrior's knees buckled, collapsing before Alex, head lowered

seized the entire

Did he just

Kingston buy

"Impossible-this can't be real!"

explanations emerged as Chicago's third-ranked champion also slumped,

fighter yelled, eyes wide with panic. "He's using black

face turned pale. "You! Get in there and take him

fighter murmured a prayer and stepped tentatively into

too collapsed senselessly,

they not witnessed it themselves, no

Zane muttered, mind reeling, suspicion clouding his judgment. Had

Byson choked out, his earlier

triumphantly, her voice full of pride. "Did you see that? He's incredible! That's

disbelief etched

how did

smile that radiated warmth, eyes gleaming with a tenderness

ring, Alex stood tall, arms casually folded behind him. His

like a mountain daring anyone to

boredom crept into his

He theatrically stretched and

over to the ring ropes and casually began polishing them with a rag, like the janitor was just doing his shift

erupted like thunder through the

mercilessly, shouting taunts dripping with

for a nap? Send someone who isn't scared of the janitor!" "Pathetic!

eyes hardened into sharp

kept an ace hidden all along," he muttered, intrigue mingling

brushing imaginary dust

arena, smug and confident. "Who's next?

disciples exchanged wary, anxious glances, the tension

growled, fists clenched tightly. His frustration was evident, mingling uneasily

measured calm, Jaxon rose,

planned on fighting today, viewing the match as beneath his dignity-

audacious janitor ignited an unexpected thrill within

cautioned, “Jax, are you sure about this? He's... strange. Think

exhaled slowly, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "I can't

I sure as hell won't back