The Almighty Dominance

Samuel's eyes blazed red as he roared, "Die!"

His fist shot forward, a strike so fierce it seemed to tear the world apart.

The garden exploded into chaos. Trees bent and cracked like dry twigs, plants were ripped from the earth, and a storm of dust swirled upward as if a tornado had been born from his rage.

Then-boom.

The thunderous sound shook the ground as Alex calmly raised a single hand.

His palm met Samuel's earth-shattering punch, and the force vanished like smoke in the wind.

Samuel froze. His strength drained in an instant, leaving him standing there, hollow-eyed, staring at Alex in shock.

The garden fell into a deathly silence. Not a breath, not a whisper-just stunned faces watching the impossible unfold.

No one could believe it. Alex had stopped Samuel Prescott.

Samuel, the grandmaster. Level ninety-nine.

The man whose fists could splinter mountains, whose kicks could carve canyons. Across the nation, there were few-if any-who could take his strike head-on.

And within the Prescott family? No one.

"D... Did he just block it?" Frederick stammered, his eyes stretched wide, his disbelief plain as day.

To him, Samuel wasn't just strong—he was the peak of human power, the mountain no one could climb.

He had once watched his grandfather reduce a mountain peak to rubble with a single punch.

To imagine anyone-let alone a young doctor-standing unscathed after meeting Samuel's full force was madness.

"Oh, my God!" the butler gasped, his jaw slack.

The Prescott guards were no better, staring with mouths open.

They had dismissed Alex as just a genius physician—nothing more. Yet here he was, not only alive, but holding his ground against Samuel's deadliest blow.

"Who... who the hell is this man?" Henry muttered, sweat trickling down his temple.

Only moments ago, he had been certain Alex would be torn apart. Instead, Alex stood firm while his father's strike had collapsed into nothing.

Even Benjamin recoiled, his body trembling. "No... impossible!"

his eyes had seen. If this young stranger was

spent from the rampage.

That must be it!" Frederick jumped on

minutes. His strength is drained. That's why Alex could block

latched onto the thought like drowning men grabbing

Yes-Samuel had weakened. Yes-Alex

trembling, his gaze locked on Alex.

He

hitting Alex felt like striking the ocean-endless, immovable, swallowing his fury without leaving

steady, calm. "I'm Alex. The man

eyes narrowing. "You... you're the one who

for an hour," Alex said, his voice cold, steady. "But someone ignored

He pulled you out of that coma and ordered everyone not to disturb you. I was with him when you woke up. If anyone's to blame, it isn't

eyes swept across the crowd, hard and cutting like steel. "Then

voice breaking with

it was, you're dead once

jabbed a finger at one of the nurses. "It must've

"No!

up!" Frederick snarled. His hand whipped across her

then who? Don't think you'll hide from me. The one who made my grandfather suffer-I'll tear them

must be you," he snarled, jabbing a finger

leg snapped under the

aren't you?" Benjamin roared, slamming his fist into the man's

sideways, limp, his body collapsing

could tell if he had only fainted—or if Benjamin had beaten him past

fury unchecked. He seized another nurse by

fist,

Benjamin barked, cutting in

protested, his rage boiling

Then he turned to Samuel, lowering his tone into

with the mansion in ruins, the security's finished. Every camera, every drive-gone to ash. There's nothing left

voice burning with

one who dared wake you. And when we do,

Father!" Frederick echoed

glare hardened. "Search the ruins. Whatever's left of the cameras, bring it to

The Prescott guards and staff bowed and hurried out into the wreckage. Benjamin and Frederick exchanged

to destroy the evidence before anyone saw the

area emptied, Samuel raised a hand. "Everyone else leave me. I

with this