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.

this weak was a waste of

the

"Bill, you worthless coward!"

around like a dog in the Paris Arena?!

is pulling out-you're done! Finished!

something! You pathetic piece of garbage-I

every shred of his pride, his fame,

he'd built, every deal he'd

he

lost, his life

who'd funded him for this match-filled him with

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

out a scream soaked in madness and rage, Bill charged forward-no strategy, no fear-just pure,

the blade in a

Alex moved on

he forgot to hold

backhand snapped out with raw power, cracking against Bill's skull with a

blinding flash of pain exploded

vanished as a sickening crack echoed

snapped. Just

second before the darkness took him, a tidal wave of unbearable

spent his

even parts of himself to

of it. Erased by one reckless, stupid

turned back for

if he'd lost the match-lost everything-he still had enough saved to walk

Grown old

life.

Quiet. Safe. Happy.

it was

Shattered in a heartbeat.

All of it-for nothing.

tried to defy

end, Bill realized the

should have

regret came too

Everything went black.

crashed to the floor, neck grotesquely

shock gripped

the silence erupted into

screamed in delight, ecstatic over the

those who'd supported Bill moments ago now roared

his

world," he muttered bitterly, walking away

Paris blood

thunderous voice boomed suddenly

onto the center stage, lowered by a crane Roist—the very same used to bring

theatrical, as if a

the heavens.

newcomer was a man in his thirties, exuding an aura of raw strength

piercing

immense as a

him instantly-Michael

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