Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 517

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 517

Minutes before the third round began, tension rippled through the Reunion Class hall.

Tobias stood his ground as Belinda stormed toward him.

She jabbed a finger into his chest, hard enough to knock him back.

“Tobias, you useless piece of shit,” she screamed, fury slicing through every word. “Listen carefully. You will make damn sure your Phantom does not win this round. Do you understand me?”

“The Phantom has to win the final round,” Tobias replied, unflinching.

Her hand snapped across his face.

“How dare you disobey me?” Belinda snarled. “I’m your fiancée. Don’t forget—I lent you fifty thousand dollars when you were drowning in debt. My father will never forgive this. You’ll regret crossing me, so shut up and do exactly what I say.”

Tobias said nothing.

Men like him learned early that arguing only made things worse. He stood there in silence, as always, letting others talk over him.

Belinda circled him like a queen inspecting a prisoner. “Do you have any idea how powerful my family is?”

Tobias nodded slowly. “I memorized it. You made sure I did.”

She smiled—slow, cruel. “Good. Then you know what happens when you embarrass us.”

Her voice dropped, sharp and icy.

“Here’s what you’ll do,” she continued. “You’ll make sure Phantom loses. I’ve already put two hundred thousand dollars on the bet. My father put in fifty million.”

She leaned closer, eyes burning.

“If you let Phantom win, I’ll divorce you and force you to repay every cent you owe. Hell, I’ll kill you myself.”

“Enough,” Tobias said at last, his spine finally straightening. “Say whatever you want. The Phantom will win the third round.”

He lifted his gaze and met hers.

“And our engagement is over,” he said coldly. “Starting now.”

“How dare you reject me?” Belinda screamed.

She raised her hand again, ready to strike.

Tobias closed his eyes.

The slap never came.

When he opened them, ten men in black suits had appeared out of nowhere, forming a tight circle around him.

One of them caught Belinda’s wrist midair.

The man turned to Tobias, his voice calm.
“Sir, tell us how you’d like us to handle this woman. I can break every bone in her body in seconds.”

Tobias froze. “Who… who are you?”

“We’re security,” one of them whispered, careful not to draw attention. “Sent by Eden Group to protect you. The Countess asked you to check your bank account. The transfer’s already complete.”

Another man stepped forward and placed a heavy suitcase into Tobias’s hands.

“Two million dollars in cash,” he said quietly. “Use it however you like.”

Tobias stared at the suitcase.

Then he looked at Belinda.

“She slapped me once,” Tobias said after a pause. “So slap her once for me. Just once.”

“Understood,” the man gripping her wrist replied.

He raised his hand, muscles tightening, and struck her with everything he had.

The crack echoed through the room.

It wasn’t light. It was brutal.

Belinda was thrown to the floor. Two teeth skidded across the tiles. Blood poured from her mouth.

“How dare you!” she screamed, tears streaming from pain and shock.

Tobias calmly set the suitcase on the table and snapped it open.

Stacks of cash filled the case.

The room erupted—gasps, whistles, stunned murmurs.

Tobias picked up a bundle of bills. Each stack was ten thousand dollars. He grabbed five and tossed them onto Belinda’s body.

“That’s fifty thousand,” he said coldly. “The money I owed you.”

He picked up five more and dropped them beside the first.

“And another fifty thousand. Interest included. Exactly as promised.”

Belinda stared at the money, trembling.

“We’re done,” Tobias said. “No debts. No engagement. No connection.”

He closed the suitcase and turned to leave, instantly surrounded by his bodyguards.

Belinda lunged forward, rage twisting her face, but the guards blocked her without hesitation.

“You really think your trash Phantom can win against Alpha and the other companies?” she screamed. “You’re dreaming!”

She laughed hysterically.

“I’ll take a hundred thousand and bet it all against your Phantom. When it gets destroyed, I’ll win a hundred million. You pathetic bastard!”

Tobias stopped and looked back.

“As your former classmate,” he said calmly, “I advise you to stop betting. Phantom will win. You’ll lose everything.”

“Phantom will win?” Belinda burst out laughing as she pushed herself up. “If Phantom wins, I’ll eat shit right in front of you.”

Tobias smiled.

“Fine,” he said evenly. “Everyone here, remember this moment. When Phantom wins, make sure she eats it.”

He paused, eyes icy.

“I’ll donate one hundred thousand dollars to anyone willing to stay and witness it until the end.”

Tobias walked out, his heart pounding.

He had always been timid. Careful. The kind of man who swallowed his anger and stepped aside.

But not today.

He was done running. Done bending. For the first time in his life, he wanted to be the one who forced change.

At the exit, Ragnar stepped into his path.

“Tobias,” Ragnar said coldly, “I gave you a way out. I was generous. And you chose the hardest road.” His lips curled. “Do you really think your Phantom can survive? The other nine mobile suits will hunt it down. They’ll tear it apart in front of everyone.”

Tobias didn’t slow.

“We don’t know yet, Ragnar,” he said without turning back. “Until the third round ends, no one knows what will happen.”

“Keep dreaming!” Ragnar roared. “Remember this—when you lose, your entire family will belong to me!”

Tobias kept walking.

Outside, Eden Group security was already in position. A sleek spacecraft waited, engines humming.

“Where are we going?” Tobias asked as he boarded.

“Somewhere safe,” the lead officer replied calmly. “Far from danger. Your family has already been extracted. You’ll reunite at the secure location.”

“Is this really necessary?” Tobias asked quietly.

“When Phantom wins the third competition,” the officer said evenly, “you won’t survive the backlash. Only a corporation as large as Eden Group can handle what comes next.”

Tobias opened the screen and looked back at the stadium feed.

“So Eden Group believes Phantom can win?” he asked.

On-screen, Phantom entered the arena in the final seconds. The crowd erupted.

The match began.

Nine mobile suits raised their weapons.

Phantom moved forward.

Alone. Calm. Unarmed.

The commentator laughed.
“Did I see that right?” he scoffed. “Phantom is entering the arena without weapons. Are they already bankrupt? Can’t even afford equipment?”

The second commentator shook his head, lips curling with disdain.
“No. Phantom’s weapons are outdated. They can’t pierce the heavy armor of the others. So they decided to stroll in empty-handed instead.”

Both burst into laughter.

On-screen, Phantom kept walking.

Unafraid.

Then the start signal shot into the sky.

The other mobile suits locked on, fingers hovering over triggers, ready to fire.

And then—

To everyone’s shock, every other mobile suit dropped to its knees before Phantom.

The drivers felt it simultaneously.

A crushing killing intent.

An invisible force slammed down on them—absolute, overwhelming—like the weight of the sky pressing into their chests, crushing their thoughts and stripping away courage.

Some passed out instantly.

Others lost control, urine soaking their suits, mouths hanging open as saliva spilled uncontrollably.

Alpha’s driver gasped inside the cockpit.
“I—I can’t move. My body won’t respond.”

His co-pilot screamed over comms, “It’s just a machine! It’s just Phantom!”

The driver’s teeth chattered violently. “No… it’s looking at me.”

Alarms blared. His hands slipped from the controls.

“I’ve fought wars,” he sobbed. “I’ve killed men.”

Phantom stepped closer.

Slow. Silent. Absolute.

The driver dropped fully to his knees.

“This isn’t combat,” he whispered, shame breaking through. “This is judgment.”

Something terrifying was looking down at him.

Something far above.

All he could do was tremble.

Like a chicken facing an alpha wolf. No fight. No resistance. Only fear.

Phantom advanced, calm and unhurried.

It reached Alpha, took its weapon in one smooth motion, then turned and aimed it back at the kneeling suit.

The trigger clicked.

A laser burst fired.

The mobile suit was destroyed instantly.

Then another.

And another.

One by one.

They didn’t move.
They didn’t fight.
They only knelt—and were executed.

“Am I… am I seeing this right?” the commentator shouted, his voice shaking. “Are they just waiting to be executed?!”

“Why aren’t they fighting back?!” the second commentator screamed. “MOVE!”

A spectator hurled a bottle at the screen.

“You cowards! You took our money!”

Another shouted, veins bulging. “This is rigged! Eden Group is cheating!”

The stadium shook with rage.

“Fight back, you bastards!”
“Go fight that tin can!”

But Phantom didn’t stop.

It kept firing.

Cold. Precise. Merciless.

One execution after another.

Nine entered.

Four were already gone.

Online, outrage exploded.

“What are these companies doing?!”
“Are they working together to steal our money?!”
“Fight, damn it!”
“You’re all paid by Eden Group!”

The entire Prussian nation boiled with rage.

It had never hated anyone more.

High above, Countess Marlena laughed until her voice cracked, delight spilling out.

“Damn it! Damn it!” the other company owners screamed. “My money—my fucking money! I bet everything!”

They smashed whatever was within reach, cursing one another as their machines were destroyed one by one.

They stared at Phantom like it was death itself.

An angel of execution.

At last, only Alpha remained.

Its driver knelt on the battlefield, shaking uncontrollably.

Phantom raised the weapon—

—and pressed the barrel against Alpha’s head.