The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 349

Chapter 349

"How... how the hell?" Bill stumbled to his feet, swaying like he'd been hit by a truck.

His eyes were wide, panicked, searching for something that made sense.

His jaw trembled, still stinging from the slap that had thrown him out of the arena like a rag doll.

One hit. Just one.

"This can't be happening... this is impossible!"

Alex didn't flinch.

His voice was steady, almost bored. "You're out there, aren't you? So it is possible."

"No! No! That was no way!" Bill bellowed, veins bulging in his neck.

His face twisted into something between fury and fear. "There's no way you landed that hit! It had to be luck! Just dumb, blind luck!"

With desperate fury, he leaped back into the ring.

"You're dead!" he screamed, throwing himself into a violent, reckless assault.

Every blow was wild, each strike more vicious and desperate than the last.

Yet Alex simply sighed, visibly bored.

One hand slipped lazily into his pocket, the other snapping out with astonishing speed.

His fist slammed brutally into Bill's face with a loud crack.

Alex yawned as if it meant nothing.

Bill reeled backward, clutching at his ruined face.

Blood poured freely from his shattered nose, and his eyes filled with horror and humiliation.

"Why...why is this happening?" His voice trembled, weak and broken.

The stunned crowd gasped in collective disbelief.

Bill, Paris's second-best fighter, a man they'd revered, now stood utterly humiliated.

It looked absurd-like watching a child trying to fight a grown man.

"This can't be happening!" someone shouted.

"How the hell did Alex just wreck Bill?" another voice demanded incredulously.

Faces in the crowd dripped with nervous sweat, shaken by the unexpected

outcome.

Nobody believed their eyes. Alex, a man with no previous record in any fight, had somehow annihilated Bill effortlessly.

Bill stood frozen, fear clutching his heart.

His entire body shook violently, overwhelmed by the realization that he faced someone far beyond his strength.

"Guess we're done here," Alex muttered, turning his back dismissively.

someone this weak was

the crowd poured down

"Bill, you worthless coward!"

slapped around like a dog in the Paris Arena?!

Every damn sponsorship is pulling out-you're

Bill! Do something! You pathetic piece of garbage-I put money

his pride, his

knew the consequences of defeat-everything he'd built, every deal he'd

he faced

he lost,

funded him for this match-filled him

he tightened his grip on the machete, eyes blazing with

madness and rage, Bill charged

swinging the blade in a wild arc toward

Alex moved on instinct-fast,

second, he forgot to

with raw power, cracking against Bill's skull with a sickening

pain

vision blurred-then vanished as a sickening crack echoed in

had snapped. Just like

darkness took him,

spent his entire

his peace, even parts

it was over. All of

only he hadn't turned back for that one last

lost the match-lost everything-he

quietly. Grown old in peace with the woman

simple life. A

Quiet. Safe. Happy.

now... it was

Shattered in a heartbeat.

All of it-for nothing.

had tried to defy a

realized the most painful truth

have walked

came

Everything went black.

body crashed to the floor, neck grotesquely

shock gripped

silence erupted into frenzied cheers and wild

screamed in delight, ecstatic over the brutal

now roared in approval, thrilled

his head in

walking away as the crowd's savage jubilation

spill Paris blood

boomed suddenly from

descended swiftly onto the center stage, lowered by a crane Roist—the very same used to bring down famous performers

of theatrical, as if a superstar were descending

the heavens.

thirties, exuding

with a cold fury, piercing and fierce, and his presence

immense as a towering

recognized him

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