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?"

trembled as he stammered, "He wouldn't dare,

son

his voice cracking with rage. His eyes burned like wildfire, fists clenched at his

He wanted blood.

spike after

this? This

This was humiliation.

was tearing him

Silence reigned until the door burst open abruptly,

panic etched across

we have a serious

now?" Gilbert snapped,

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

much?" Gilbert's voice

the manager said again, his voice barely above a whisper. A bead of sweat slid

placed a one-billion-dollar bet... and

smack it at the manager. "Where the hell are we supposed to find fifteen billion dollars?" he bellowed. "That.....that's not the issue, sir,"

realizing he might

a slow, shaky breath, forcing steel into his

lost control," he said, his voice strained with effort-right

chair across

clearly. What exactly

in slightly,

as it's not fifteen billion...

hard, barely able to speak. "She

put it all on the Michael-Alex

his voice

were twenty to

echoed like

table and

manager repeatedly until the man collapsed, unmoving,

silently around the lifeless figure as Gilbert stood gasping for

***

stunned silence fell over the crowd as Alex calmly stepped down from the stage and

quiet resolve, "It's

Lyra's eyes brightened instantly.

"You're absolutely right," she

side by side, completely unbothered by the chaos erupting behind

bustling Parisian streets, Lyra glanced at

Anything quick will do."

the fragrant smoke drifting through the air around them as they

carefree as she spoke animatedly about their

paused, leaning closer. "Alex, those guys owe us three hundred

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

instantly. "Why would you

sharply, eyes locked on hers, "it's cheaper and easier to

shadowed with

could finish, a group of heavily armed thugs emerged from the shadows,

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

lost, unless you're

crowd scattered in panic, leaving only Alex and Lyra seated

thug stepped forward, his eyes cold with fury. "You the

casually bit into his food without looking