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!"

his damn mind.

at least

whispers surged with grim

will

down, his voice dripping venom. "Beg for mercy right now,

laughed coldly, his eyes burning with contempt. "How about you get down on

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

seized the

Did he

Kingston buy

"Impossible-this can't be real!"

no explanations emerged as Chicago's third-ranked champion also slumped, unconscious, onto the

fighter yelled, eyes wide with panic.

turned pale. "You! Get in

second-ranked fighter murmured a prayer

the canvas, he too collapsed senselessly, falling limp like

witnessed it themselves, no one would believe Chicago's elite had fallen so easily

we really lose?" Zane muttered, mind reeling, suspicion clouding his judgment.

choked out,

pride. "Did

paralyzed, eyes wide, disbelief etched deeply

How... how did he

course he's unbeatable-he's mine, after all!" Jasmine flashed a smile that radiated warmth,

arms casually folded

like a mountain daring anyone to climb

soon, boredom crept into

He theatrically stretched and

and casually began polishing them with a rag, like the janitor was just doing his shift while the fighters

thunder through

shouting

for a nap? Send someone who isn't scared of the janitor!" "Pathetic! Did they travel this far just

hardened

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

loudly, brushing imaginary

arena, smug and confident. "Who's next? Hurry it up I've

exchanged wary, anxious glances, the

clenched tightly. His frustration was evident, mingling

measured calm, Jaxon rose, his eyes

planned on fighting today, viewing the match as beneath his

seeing this audacious janitor ignited an unexpected thrill within

cracked slightly as he cautioned, “Jax, are you sure about this?

exhaled slowly, a subtle smirk playing on

as hell won't back