The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 350

Everyone saw Michael launch forward, rage blazing in his eyes as he charged at Alex.

While Alex, fueled by his own fiery anger, threw out a swift jab to meet him.

The spectators held their breath, convinced Alex had sealed his own fate.

Michael, known as the Thunder Fist, was notorious for shattering ten-inch concrete walls with a single punch.

Against a mere human body, survival was impossible.

A deafening explosion shattered the tension.

In an instant, Michael hurtled backward through the air like a ragdoll, crashing brutally onto the VIP seats with a sickening crunch.

The chairs splintered under his weight, sending terrified VIPs scattering in panic.

Michael lay motionless amid the wreckage, eyes wide open but empty, limbs twisted unnaturally beneath him.

The arena plunged into stunned, deathly silence.

No one could process what had just happened.

Michael, the Paris undefeated champion, lay broken and lifeless, defeated by nothing more than a single jab from Alex.

"What the hell just happened?" someone finally muttered, breaking the heavy silence.

"Impossible! Did Michael really lose?"

The whispers quickly became cries of disbelief, growing louder and more frantic.

"This is rigged! That little bastard must've cheated! Someone's messing with the bets!" shouted one furious spectator.

Shock rippled through the crowd, and heads shook in denial.

Lyra gripped the arms of her chair so hard her knuckles turned white.

A tremor surged through her, then another-until her whole body shuddered. Her legs tightened, her breath caught in her throat, and then-

Orgasm.

Release.

A raw, overwhelming climax tore through her as she just won: $300 billion.

She moaned a deep, primal sound-as her body convulsed with the force of it.

Her vision blurred. Her spine arched. Every nerve in her body lit up like fire, electricity ripping through her veins.

As she collapsed back into the leather, chest heaving, lips parted in a euphoric gasp, a slow smile curled across her face.

***

Meanwhile, in the private room overlooking the arena, Gilbert and his associates stood frozen in shock, their faces drained of color.

“How the hell did Michael lose?" Gilbert roared, grabbing a chair and hurling it violently at the arena manager, who flinched but didn't dare dodge.

"Are you absolutely certain Michael didn't throw the fight?"

dripping sweat, trembled as he

his son and

disaster!" Gilbert roared, his voice cracking with rage. His eyes burned like

He wanted blood.

head on a spike after that ambush

this? This was

This was humiliation.

was tearing

Silence reigned until the door

panic

we have a

Gilbert snapped, clenching his

named Lyra placed a bet on Alex's fight against Bill.

Gilbert's voice

his voice barely above a whisper. A bead of sweat

one-billion-dollar bet... and won fifteen times

a man delivering a death sentence. Gilbert, blind with rage, seized another chair and smack it at the manager. "Where the hell are

paused, realizing he might

breath, forcing

he said, his voice strained with

chair across the

clearly. What exactly

leaned in

it's not fifteen

to speak.

and put it all on the

Gilbert asked, his voice dropping

odds were twenty to

like a death

ashtray from the table and

of garbage!" he screamed, striking the manager repeatedly

figure

***

fell over the crowd as Alex calmly

quiet resolve, "It's time to

Lyra's eyes brightened instantly.

"You're absolutely right," she

his arm tightly as they. walked side by side, completely unbothered by the chaos erupting behind

they stepped onto the bustling Parisian streets,

street food? Anything quick will do." Alex shrugged casually,

a small food stand, the fragrant smoke drifting through the

and carefree as she spoke animatedly about their victory. Her eyes sparkled with

us three

chuckle, eyes darkening slightly. "You're asking me? They'll never

smile faded instantly. "Why would

hers, "it's cheaper and easier to

her face shadowed with

she could finish, a group of heavily armed thugs emerged from

faces twisted in cruel grins. "Everyone!" barked one thug, glaring fiercely at the terrified

lost, unless you're

in panic, leaving only Alex

cold with fury. "You

without looking up. "Yeah. What's it