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

son

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

He wanted blood.

head on a spike after that ambush

This

This was humiliation.

was tearing

reigned until the door

stumbled in, panic etched

we have a

snapped,

Lyra placed a bet on Alex's fight against

Gilbert's voice cracked in

said again, his voice barely above a whisper. A bead of

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

the manager. "Where the hell are we supposed to find fifteen billion dollars?" he bellowed.

he might have

drew a slow, shaky breath, forcing steel

lost control," he said, his

across the

clearly. What

in slightly,

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

manager swallowed hard, barely able to speak. "She took

and put it all on the

Gilbert asked, his voice dropping

were twenty to one. We owe

echoed like a death

ashtray from the table and slammed

the manager repeatedly until

pooled silently around the lifeless figure as Gilbert stood

***

stunned silence fell over the crowd as Alex

quiet resolve, "It's

Lyra's eyes brightened instantly.

"You're absolutely right," she

they. walked side by side, completely

streets, Lyra glanced at Alex with a

starving. Mind grabbing some street food? Anything quick will do." Alex

small food stand, the fragrant smoke drifting through the air around them

as she spoke animatedly

three hundred billion. How do you think they'll handle

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

instantly. "Why would you

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

with worry. "You

of heavily armed thugs emerged from the shadows,

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

unless you're eager

Alex and Lyra seated calmly

with fury. "You

bit into his food without looking up. "Yeah. What's it