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

son

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

He wanted blood.

wanted Alex's head on a spike after that ambush at the

This was beyond

This was humiliation.

was tearing him

speak. Silence reigned until the door burst

manager stumbled in, panic etched

we have a

now?" Gilbert snapped, clenching

bet on Alex's fight against Bill. She put a billion

much?" Gilbert's voice

his voice barely above a whisper. A bead of sweat

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

and smack it at the manager. "Where the hell are we supposed to find

realizing he might

drew a slow, shaky breath, forcing steel

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

across

What exactly is

leaned in slightly, eyes

long as it's not fifteen billion... we're fine.

hard, barely able to

it all on the Michael-Alex

his

were twenty to one. We

like a death

from the table and slammed

striking the manager repeatedly until the man collapsed, unmoving,

lifeless figure as Gilbert stood gasping

***

crowd as

voice carried a quiet resolve,

Lyra's eyes brightened instantly.

"You're absolutely right," she

arm tightly as they. walked side by side, completely unbothered by the

the bustling Parisian streets, Lyra

I'm starving. Mind grabbing some street food? Anything quick will do." Alex shrugged casually, a faint smile breaking through. "Sure

food stand, the fragrant smoke drifting through the air around

she spoke animatedly

closer. "Alex, those guys owe us three hundred billion. How do you think they'll handle

a bitter chuckle, eyes darkening slightly. "You're

faded instantly. "Why would you

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

shadowed with worry. "You don't think they'd

a group of heavily armed thugs emerged

Lyra, their faces twisted in cruel grins. "Everyone!" barked one thug,

unless you're eager to

panic, leaving only Alex

with fury.

into his food without looking up. "Yeah.