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 a waste of

the crowd poured

"Bill, you worthless coward!"

around like a dog in the Paris Arena?! You call that a

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

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

shred of his

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

he faced

lost, his life would

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

lunge, he tightened his grip on the machete, eyes

a scream soaked in madness and rage, Bill charged forward-no strategy,

swinging the blade in a wild

Alex moved on instinct-fast, precise,

he forgot to hold

with raw power, cracking

blinding flash of pain

vision blurred-then vanished as a sickening crack

had snapped.

took him, a tidal

had spent his entire

strength. Sacrificing everything-his time, his peace, even parts of himself to

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

he hadn't turned back for that

he'd lost the match-lost everything-he still

Grown old in peace with the woman

simple life.

Quiet. Safe. Happy.

it was

Shattered in a heartbeat.

All of it-for nothing.

to defy a

end, Bill realized

have

regret came

Everything went black.

crashed to the floor, neck

a moment, shock gripped the

into frenzied cheers and

spectators screamed in delight, ecstatic

Bill moments ago now roared in approval, thrilled by the raw, merciless

shook his

cruel, twisted world," he muttered bitterly, walking away

you spill Paris

thunderous voice boomed

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

arrival was nothing short of theatrical, as

the heavens.

man in his thirties, exuding an aura of raw

piercing and

as a

him instantly-Michael

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