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

deeply, tears of overwhelming excitement glittering in her

I think I just climaxed imagining winning twenty billion dollars. Oh, God— there

his head, laughing

to you. Just manage

him, "Do you mind if we make

raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "Maybe I should cancel

cold, as though doused in ice water. "What?

laughter. "See? You can handle

tricked, Lyra punched his arm

Alex! Don't mess

surged with anticipation, a ten-thousand-seat coliseum

noticing other fighters still locked

savage way to settle scores between

crowd as they made their way straight toward the VIP section of

when he noticed the old man next to

leaned closer, his voice low and rough like

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

offer this lightly. Become my disciple-the next

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

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

Joey

spend years begging my

sit there-get

her,

realizing this had to be one of those

ran into the worst kind

sorry-what did you

can mold you into a legendary fighter," Joey continued, her

"You'll be unstoppable-rich,

any dispute

the

enemies. So why

standing there?

thanking my father."

at Rudolf, barely concealing his

and yet he wanted to teach

but no thanks," Alex

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