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

goes down, at least he'll lose to

surged with grim

smirked cruelly. "At least the fool will go out honorably, crushed by

fighter stared Alex down, his voice dripping venom. "Beg for

coldly, his eyes burning with contempt. "How

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

seized the entire

Did he just

buy him

"Impossible-this can't be real!"

no explanations emerged as Chicago's third-ranked champion also

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

Get in there and take

the second-ranked fighter murmured a

moment his feet touched the canvas, he too collapsed senselessly, falling limp like a puppet with severed

gasped in sheer horror. Had they not witnessed it themselves, no one would believe Chicago's elite had fallen so

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

choked out, his earlier

her voice full of pride. "Did you see

paralyzed, eyes wide, disbelief etched deeply on her

how did he

all!" Jasmine flashed a smile that radiated warmth, eyes gleaming with a tenderness

stood tall, arms casually folded

daring

boredom crept into

He theatrically stretched and

them with a rag, like the janitor was just

like thunder through the stands, vicious

jeered mercilessly, shouting taunts dripping with

here just for a nap? Send someone who isn't scared of

hardened into sharp

ace hidden all along,"

Alex sighed loudly, brushing imaginary

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

disciples exchanged wary, anxious glances,

loose cannon," Zane growled, fists clenched

calm, Jaxon rose,

hadn't planned on fighting today, viewing the match as beneath

seeing this audacious janitor ignited an unexpected thrill within

you sure about

exhaled slowly, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "I

as hell