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. He's dead

down, at least he'll lose to

surged with grim

least the fool will

venom. "Beg for mercy right now, and maybe

coldly, his eyes burning with contempt. "How about you

buckled, collapsing before Alex, head

the

Did he just

Kingston buy

"Impossible-this can't be real!"

as Chicago's third-ranked champion also

eyes

pale. "You! Get in

a prayer and stepped tentatively into

moment his feet touched the canvas, he too

horror. Had they not witnessed it themselves, no one would

really lose?" Zane muttered, mind reeling, suspicion

hell is that janitor?" Byson choked out, his earlier

voice full of pride. "Did

paralyzed, eyes wide, disbelief etched deeply on

how did he

smile that radiated warmth, eyes

stood tall, arms casually folded behind

daring anyone

crept into

He theatrically stretched and

casually began polishing them with a rag, like the janitor was just doing his

erupted like thunder through the stands, vicious

jeered mercilessly, shouting taunts

someone who isn't scared of the janitor!" "Pathetic! Did they travel this far

hardened

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

sighed loudly, brushing imaginary dust off

"Who's next?

Chicago disciples exchanged wary, anxious

clenched tightly. His frustration was evident,

rose, his eyes

viewing the match as beneath his dignity- nothing more than

ignited an

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

exhaled slowly, a subtle smirk playing on his

sure as hell won't