The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 308

Before Kelly could swing another brutal blow, a sudden commotion erupted, freezing both fighters mid-action.

"Look! The Kingstons just arrived!" a voice shouted urgently from the crowd.

All eyes snapped toward the entryway as Jasmine strode confidently into view, flanked by Vancouver's top five knights.

Her presence radiated authority, silencing murmurs and heightening the tension instantly.

Charles assessed the situation swiftly and growled, "Enough. Let's save our energy—the main event's about to begin."

Byson sneered venomously at Kelly, leaning close to whisper with a chilling threat, "You're damn lucky, punk. If they hadn't shown up, you'd be spending tonight bleeding in my bed."

Kelly, unimpressed and bored, shrugged off the insult and slumped back into her chair without a word.

Alex leaned forward, his voice icy and precise. "Had you actually tried, he'd already be dead."

"Exactly," Kelly drawled with a smirk, "he got lucky today—not ending up in a coffin."

Across the arena, Charles, Byson, and Clara settled into their seats, eyeing the newcomers warily.

Byson's jaw tightened, his gaze fixed in disbelief. "Impossible. They brought Mr. Damme himself? They must be hell-bent on victory today!"

Clara hesitated, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Who's Mr. Damme? Is he really that strong?"

Byson exhaled deeply, his tone dripping with awe and reverence. "Mr. Damme isn’t just strong—he’s legendary. One of Vancouver’s Top five Best Knights. Finding someone in the whole damn state who can match him? Nearly impossible."

"No wonder he stands out," Clara whispered, staring at Vann Damme as he moved gracefully through the admiring crowd. "Look at how he carries himself. He’s extraordinary."

Nearby, disciples gazed at Vann with a blend of admiration and envy.

Achieving a spot among the elite top ten was the pinnacle, a true mark of honor demanding absolute respect.

"Totally different from a certain someone over there," Clara said, glancing at Alex and Kelly. "Alex is just clinging to a woman’s success like some leech."

“Leeching off women is pathetic,” Byson muttered with a low growl. “Real strength comes from your fists—and nothing else.”

Jasmine was already in motion before she even spotted Alex.

The moment her eyes found Alex, she glided to his side and slipped gracefully into the seat beside him.

"Alex, glad you're already here," she said, her voice warm and sincere.

Alex’s voice was low and urgent. "Jasmine, the Chicago Lords came ready for war today. They are not a good people. Watch your back—something bad might happen."

Victoria, overhearing their exchange, rolled her eyes dismissively. "Relax. We’ve got Vancouver’s top five knights. The Lords don't stand a chance."

Alex flashed a brief, enigmatic smile, choosing silence as his strongest response.

Sometimes, words did nothing but clutter the truth.

A sudden hush fell over the arena as yet another group emerged from the opposite passage.

At their head marched Jaxon Creed, Chicago’s unrivaled champion.

His sharp eyes surveyed the room with a predatory calm, and the crowd instinctively cleared a path, intimidated by his mere presence.

Zane and the rest of his ruthless crew followed, their grim expressions a clear message.

The atmosphere thickened, crackling with imminent hostility as both factions locked gazes.

Zane's voice pierced through the tension, challenging and mocking.

"Miss Kingston, I admire your nerve accepting this battle—but mark my words, today, glory belongs to Chicago alone."

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