The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 347

Word of the duel between Michael "The Thunder Fist" and Alex-the unknown underdog mocked as "the Loser"—had swept across Paris like wildfire.

Crowds thirsty for blood and spectacle poured into the city, drawn by the promise of ruthless entertainment.

Everyone knew Michael as the ruthless enforcer for the Guise family, the governor's personal executioner.

No one had ever survived a fight after crossing the Guise clan.

Eager to witness the carnage firsthand, spectators had arrived at the arena gates before dawn, waiting impatiently for entry.

Alex stood at the front gate of the Paris arena, his eyes wide in shock. "I never expected such a massive crowd."

Lyra stood beside him, shaking her head.

"This place usually puts on dull fights just to keep the crowd mildly entertained."

"But when Michael enters the ring, it turns into a bloodthirsty spectacle. People pack the arena not to cheer-but to watch someone die. No one's ever left alive after facing him."

"Seriously, no one?" Alex asked, disbelief edging his voice.

"Never. All referees here answer to the Guise family," Lyra explained grimly.

"In Paris, the Guise family's word is law. If they say left, no one dares say right."

Alex smirked, determination flaring in his eyes. "Then wouldn't it be humiliating if they lost?"

Lyra's eyebrows arched skeptically. "Lost? Are you actually confident you can beat him?"

"You doubt me?" Alex challenged.

Lyra leaned in, lips curving into a sly smile.

"Not exactly. But the betting odds are twenty-to-one against you. If you win, my money multiplies twentyfold—and it's Guise family cash, which makes it even sweeter."

A dangerous gleam lit Alex's eyes. "And if I put down a billion dollars?"

Lyra's eyes widened, her breath catching sharply.

"Do you really have a billion dollars?" she whispered, biting her lip as excitement flushed her cheeks.

"Can you handle the winnings if I do?" Alex replied evenly.

Suddenly, Lyra grabbed his arm tightly, trembling with excitement as her legs squeezed together involuntarily.

in confusion.

face flushed deeply, tears of overwhelming excitement

winning twenty billion dollars. Oh, God— there it

shook his head,

the funds to you.

Lyra murmured breathlessly, her face burning red as she looked up at him, "Do you mind if we make love before the

raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness.

cold, as though doused in ice water.

"See? You can handle

she'd been tricked, Lyra punched

Alex! Don't mess

Paris Arena surged with anticipation, a ten-thousand-seat coliseum packed to

surveyed the arena floor, noticing other fighters

and savage way to settle scores between rivals,

they made their

had barely taken his seat when he noticed the old man next to

his voice low and rough like

man, you've got solid bones, powerful muscles, and an aura of strength that I

offer this lightly. Become my disciple-the next Sky Tiger

his eyes. "Disciple? I don't even

could reply, a woman emerged beside him, her face twisted into a sneer. She eyed

Joey said

right now. People spend years begging my father, kissing the ground he walks

picked you. So don't just sit there-get on your knees and show

her, stunned and

shook his head slowly, realizing this had to be one of those cursed days

ran into the worst kind

sorry-what did

into a legendary fighter," Joey continued, her voice filled with venomous

"You'll be unstoppable-rich,

Settle any dispute just

the

enemies. So why

still standing

thanking my father."

Rudolf, barely concealing his

hardly level 30 at best, and yet he wanted to teach

but no thanks," Alex replied