The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 347

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. "What's wrong with

deeply, tears of overwhelming excitement

I just climaxed imagining winning twenty billion dollars. Oh,

his

transfer the funds to you. Just

her face burning red as she looked up at him, "Do you mind if we make

seriousness. "Maybe I

turned cold, as though doused in ice

into laughter. "See? You

Lyra punched his arm

Alex! Don't mess

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

the arena floor, noticing other fighters still locked

was routine-a quick and savage way to

crowd as they

noticed the old man next to

figure leaned closer, his voice

solid bones, powerful muscles, and an

don't offer this lightly. Become my disciple-the next Sky

confusion flickering in his eyes. "Disciple? I don't

beside him, her face twisted into a sneer. She eyed Alex as

Joey said

god in heaven right now. People spend years begging my father, kissing

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

at her, stunned

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

into the worst

sorry-what did you just

father can mold you into a legendary fighter,"

"You'll be unstoppable-rich,

any

the

your enemies. So why

standing there?

thanking my father."

Rudolf, barely

was hardly level 30 at best, and yet he wanted

but no thanks," Alex

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