Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 575

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 575

More and more of the people who had already lost everything—reduced to nothing but their underwear—stopped caring about caution.

They sat on the cold stone steps, eyes bloodshot, throats raw, and shouted in unison, “I bet my life!”

They knew exactly who Chen Liong was.

The true leader of the Dragon Group.
One of the strongest Outer Disciples.
A man whose name alone was supposed to guarantee victory.

Those who had hesitated before now looked back and forth between Alex and Chen Liong. Their doubt dissolved. In their minds, this fight had only one possible ending.

They surged forward, tossing in the last scraps of what they owned—rings, tokens, spiritual stones, even the clothes off their backs.

They bet everything.

Chen Liong looked down at Alex as if he were inspecting dirt on his shoe.

“You, servant,” he said coldly, his voice carrying across the platform. “From this moment on, you will serve the Dragon Group.”

Alex lifted his chin and met his gaze without blinking.

“No,” he replied calmly.

He raised the iron wok and pointed it straight at Chen Liong’s face, the rim hovering inches from his nose.

“You,” Alex said evenly, his voice steady and cold, “are the one who will serve me.”

For a split second, Chen Liong froze.

Then he burst out laughing.

“Very well,” he said, eyes narrowing. “If you win.”

He drew his sword in one smooth motion and flicked it forward.

The blade didn’t fall.

It hovered in midair.

“Take my first attack.”

With a sharp hum, the sword shot toward Alex like a bolt of lightning.

But before it reached him, faint glowing lines traced its path through the air—Gaia’s prediction. The trajectory was clear. Precise.

Alex stepped aside.

The blade sliced past him, missing by a hair.

Chen Liong flicked his wrist. The sword twisted midair and lunged again—faster, sharper.

Alex moved again.

Millimeter by millimeter, he slipped past each strike.

No matter how Chen Liong directed the blade—left, right, up, down—Alex evaded with impossible precision.

And whenever his reaction lagged by even a fraction of a second, Gaia adjusted him with micro-corrections, shifting his body just enough to survive.

Steel hissed through the air again and again.

Within seconds, Alex’s clothes were shredded.

Fabric fell away like leaves in a storm, leaving his chest bare, sweat glistening under the harsh arena lights. His muscles tightened with every motion, but his breathing remained steady despite the relentless assault.

Below the platform, a group of women stared upward.

“Don’t you think he’s handsome?” one whispered, unable to look away.

“Yeah,” another said, eyes wide. “He’s strong enough to defeat Huang Jie, the Tiger Group Leader.”

“I think… I just found my idol.”

Their whispers quickly turned into cheers.

“Number Nine, stay strong!”

Their voices echoed across the arena.

Among the gamblers who had lost everything, faces flushed red with fury at the sound of support for Alex.

“You bastard, Chen Liong!” one man screamed, veins bulging in his neck. “How can you not beat a servant? Aren’t you the top Outer Disciple?”

“Yeah!” another shouted. “What kind of top disciple can’t crush a servant?”

“What kind of Dragon is this?” a third roared, close to tears. “You’re nothing but a worm!” He had wagered everything on Chen Liong.

Above them, the sword continued flashing, slicing the air again and again as cracks began to form in Chen Liong’s pride under the weight of the crowd’s gaze.

To the spectators, it almost looked like choreography.

Chen Liong stood at the center of the platform, his sword gliding through controlled arcs. The blade darted left and right, carving through the wind with lethal precision.

Alex simply danced.

He shifted his weight. Tilted his head. Twisted his waist. Raised a leg. Bent an elbow. Every movement was clean, minimal, deliberate.

They were wagering their lives.

And yet it looked like a ridiculous game.

The crowd grew restless. Fear morphed into anger.

“You, Chen Liong!” someone shouted. “If you can’t win, disband your Dragon Group and wear women’s clothes!”

“Rename it the Worm Group!”

Laughter erupted across the arena.

Chen Liong’s ears burned red.

His jaw tightened as he stared at Alex, disbelief flickering in his eyes. How could this servant dodge every strike? His sword technique was flawless. His control absolute.

With a powerful motion, he recalled the sword into his hand.

The blade snapped back into his grip.

Without another word, he lunged.

This time there was no distance. No elegant display.

He swung.

Alex reacted instantly—lifting his leg to avoid a sweeping cut, bending backward as the blade passed inches from his throat, twisting his torso to slip past a diagonal slash aimed at his ribs.

The attacks came fast.

Too fast.

Chen Liong’s sword became a storm of steel. Each strike carried killing intent. There was no opening to counter.

Alex couldn’t strike back.

Not yet.

One wrong step.
One delayed breath.

He would die.

The blade was so sharp that even the wind it generated sliced into Alex’s skin. Thin red lines appeared across his arms and chest. Blood surfaced in narrow streaks.

The crowd leaned forward, wide-eyed.

Some could no longer track the movements. Chen Liong had become a blur—arm and sword fused into a streak of flashing silver.

And still—

Number Nine evaded.

With the smallest possible movements.

A half-inch shift. A slight turn of the shoulder. A subtle pivot of the heel.

Nothing wasted.

Minutes passed. Sweat soaked through Chen Liong’s robes. His breathing grew heavier.

Frustration crept across his face.

He was the top Outer Disciple.

And he couldn’t take down a servant.

The humiliation burned hotter than the effort.

“You!” Chen Liong roared, unable to hold back his fury any longer.

That single burst of anger cost him.

“DONGGGG!”

The sound rang through the arena.

An iron wok slammed straight into his face.

The instant Chen Liong’s control slipped—even for a fraction of a second—Alex moved. In those few milliseconds, he swung the iron wok with everything he had.

Chen Liong reacted in time. Inner force surged around his head, hardening his defenses. The iron wok struck with a deafening clang, but the blow didn’t break through.

It carried barely ten percent of its original power.

Chen Liong staggered back one step, more stunned than hurt.

“You servant without inner energy!” he snarled, eyes blazing. “All you can do is dodge!”

His grip tightened around his sword.

He prepared to strike again.

Alex didn’t let him.

The iron wok came down a second time—this time smashing into Chen Liong’s fingers.

The blow was heavy enough to crack bone, but Chen Liong had already wrapped his hand in inner force. The impact sent a violent shock up his arm. His fingers went numb.

The sword slipped from his grasp.

It clattered across the platform.

Alex moved instantly.

He slammed the iron wok into Chen Liong’s face. Then his chest. Then his arms.

Metal rang again and again with each impact.

He didn’t stop.

He swung lower.

Chen Liong reacted fast. Inner force surged across his entire body. His skin shimmered faintly, as if iron lay beneath flesh.

It was like invisible armor.

From below, the spectators saw Alex raining blows down on him, but the top Outer Disciple remained standing.

Unmoved.

Unbroken.

It looked useless.

Like hammering a statue.

“Master,” Gaia’s voice echoed in Alex’s mind, calm and analytical. “I’ve scanned his entire body. I believe I’ve identified his only weakness.”

“Show me,” Alex murmured.

A faint targeting line appeared in his vision.

Alex swung the iron wok toward Chen Liong’s side face.

The hit landed cleanly, causing a brief jolt—but still no real damage.

Because Alex kept attacking without pause, Chen Liong had no chance to counter.

For the moment, he could only defend.

Then—

The crowd gasped.

In a blink, Alex vanished from Chen Liong’s front.

He reappeared behind him.

The iron wok flipped in his hands in one smooth motion. Alex gripped the round metal body tightly, the long handle now pointing forward like a crude spear.

Before anyone could process what was happening, he dropped low behind Chen Liong.

He aimed low.

With a sudden, explosive surge of strength, he drove upward from below, using the protruding handle to strike.

The motion was fast. Brutal. Humiliating.

And it landed.

The entire arena froze.

Absolute silence crashed down.

Then—

A piercing scream tore through the air.

Chen Liong’s voice broke high and sharp, nothing like the commanding tone he had carried moments earlier.

Several women stared in disbelief, unable to process what they were seeing.

The handsome Chen Liong.

The idol of so many.

Now shrieking in agony.

Faces across the arena drained of color.

Chen Liong collapsed onto the stone platform, his body hitting with a heavy, broken thud.

The iron wok remained lodged behind him at a humiliating angle, its round base jutting out like a cruel flag.

The arena fell dead silent.

The proud leader of the Dragon Group—once untouchable, once revered—now lay face-down on cold stone, his dignity shattered.

He writhed once—

Then lay trembling.

Below the platform, some of the half-naked gamblers broke down.

“I’m ruined…” one man whispered, tears streaming down his face. “I’ve lost everything.”