The Almighty Dominance

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.

weak was a waste of

from the

"Bill, you worthless coward!"

dog in the Paris Arena?! You call

pulling out-you're done!

You pathetic piece of garbage-I put money on you! Don't

of his pride, his fame, and his wealth

he'd built, every deal he'd made, hinged

he faced

If he lost,

of Guise's wrath-the man who'd funded him for this match-filled

desperate lunge, he tightened his grip on the machete, eyes blazing with

soaked in madness and rage,

howled, swinging the blade in a

Alex moved on instinct-fast,

a split second, he

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

flash of pain exploded through

vanished as a sickening crack

had snapped. Just like

the darkness took him, a tidal wave of unbearable regret crashed over

spent his

strength. Sacrificing everything-his time, his peace, even parts

over. All of it. Erased by one reckless, stupid

hadn't turned back for that

everything-he

Grown old in peace with the

life. A good

Quiet. Safe. Happy.

now... it

Shattered in a heartbeat.

All of it-for nothing.

had tried to defy a man

end, Bill realized the most

have walked

regret came too

Everything went black.

body crashed to the floor, neck grotesquely

moment, shock

into frenzied cheers and wild

screamed in delight, ecstatic over the

moments ago now roared in approval, thrilled

his head

twisted world," he muttered bitterly, walking away as the crowd's

spill Paris blood in my

voice boomed suddenly

by a crane Roist—the very same

was nothing short of theatrical, as if a superstar were

the heavens.

thirties, exuding an aura of raw strength

a cold fury, piercing and

as a towering

recognized him