The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 397

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!"

this

out. He's spent from the rampage. That's the only

must be it!" Frederick jumped on the excuse, voice

for minutes. His

thought like drowning

the crowd. Yes-Samuel had weakened. Yes-Alex was lucky. Yes

himself stood trembling, his gaze locked on Alex. "Who...

voice cracked with disbelief. He had poured everything into

the ocean-endless, immovable, swallowing his fury

man who saved your life. The doctor they

narrowing. "You... you're the

said, his voice cold, steady. "But someone ignored my words and

out of that coma and ordered everyone not to disturb you. I

crowd, hard and cutting

breaking with fury.

Whoever it was, you're dead once I find

of the nurses.

head wildly. "No! It wasn't me—I wasn't even in the

up!" Frederick snarled. His hand whipped across her face with a

you, then who? Don't think you'll hide from me. The

you," he snarled, jabbing a finger at the

as the doctor's leg snapped under the

who woke him, aren't you?" Benjamin roared, slamming his fist into

limp, his body collapsing like a

tell if he had only fainted—or if Benjamin

bellowed next, his fury unchecked. He seized another nurse by the

fist, ready

yourself, Frederick!" Benjamin

Father-!" Frederick protested, his rage boiling

snapped. Then he turned to Samuel, lowering his tone into

security's finished. Every camera, every drive-gone to ash. There's nothing left for

burning with false loyalty. "But

who dared wake you. And when we do,

Father!" Frederick

Whatever's left

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

to destroy the evidence before anyone saw

emptied, Samuel raised a hand. "Everyone else

with

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