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

flushed deeply, tears of overwhelming excitement glittering in

winning twenty billion dollars. Oh, God— there

his head,

the funds to

burning red as she looked up at him, "Do you mind if we make love before the fight? I don't

an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "Maybe I

turned cold, as though doused in

laughter. "See? You can

tricked, Lyra punched his arm

Don't mess with

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

other fighters

routine-a quick and savage way to settle

through the crowd as they

taken his seat when he noticed the old man next to him staring intensely, sizing him up with sharp, calculating

closer, his

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

offer this lightly. Become my

flickering in his eyes. "Disciple? I don't even know who you

into

closely," Joey

stars and every god in heaven right now. People spend years begging my father, kissing the

just sit there-get on your knees and show

stared at her, stunned and

his head slowly, realizing this had to be one of

into the worst kind of

sorry-what did you just

you into a legendary fighter," Joey continued, her

"You'll be unstoppable-rich,

Settle any dispute just

the arena

your enemies.

standing

thanking my father."

at Rudolf, barely

level 30 at best, and yet he wanted

but no thanks,"

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