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.

was a

insults from the crowd

"Bill, you worthless coward!"

like a dog in the Paris Arena?!

Every damn sponsorship is pulling out-you're done! Finished! You're a

piece of garbage-I put

felt every shred of his pride, his fame, and his

of defeat-everything he'd built, every deal he'd made, hinged on this

he

seized him. If he lost, his life would

thought of Guise's wrath-the man who'd funded him

he tightened his grip

and rage, Bill charged forward-no strategy, no

blade in a wild arc toward Alex's

on

split second, he forgot to

power, cracking against Bill's

flash of pain exploded through

vanished as a sickening crack echoed in

neck had snapped.

before the darkness took him, a tidal

his

even parts of himself

over. All of it.

only he hadn't turned back for that

the match-lost everything-he still had enough saved

Grown old in peace with the woman

life. A

Quiet. Safe. Happy.

it was

Shattered in a heartbeat.

All of it-for nothing.

tried to defy

realized the most painful truth of

have

regret came too

Everything went black.

lifeless body crashed to the floor,

a moment, shock gripped the

erupted into frenzied

in delight, ecstatic over the

who'd supported Bill moments ago now roared

his head in

he muttered bitterly, walking away as the crowd's

you spill Paris

thunderous voice boomed

the center stage, lowered by a crane

theatrical, as if a superstar were descending

the heavens.

a man in his thirties,

fury, piercing and fierce, and

immense as a towering

recognized him

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