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.

frowned in confusion. "What's wrong with

deeply, tears of overwhelming excitement glittering

imagining winning twenty billion dollars. Oh, God— there

shook his head, laughing

funds to you. Just manage them

you mind if we make love before the fight? I don't think I can hold myself

raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "Maybe I

cold, as though doused in ice water.

"See? You

been tricked, Lyra punched

Don't mess with me like

Paris Arena surged with anticipation, a

the arena floor, noticing other fighters still

was routine-a quick and savage way to settle

they made

seat when he noticed the old man next to him staring intensely, sizing

figure leaned closer, his voice

bones, powerful muscles, and an aura

offer this lightly. Become my

eyes. "Disciple?

her face twisted into a sneer. She eyed

closely," Joey

years begging my father, kissing the ground he walks on,

don't just sit there-get on your knees and show some

at her, stunned

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

into the worst kind

did

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

"You'll be unstoppable-rich,

Settle any dispute just

the arena

enemies.

still standing there?

thanking my father."

again at Rudolf,

was hardly level 30 at best, and yet

no thanks," Alex

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