Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 579

One of the Servants’ Discipline members broke first, turning and running the second the fatties charged.

“You think I’m scared of you?” the burly enforcer roared, charging forward with reckless confidence.

Alex didn’t flinch.

He had already analyzed the man’s stance, his breathing, the subtle flaw in his guard. The iron wok in Alex’s hand sliced through the air and smashed into the man’s face with a brutal crack.

Even a Ninth Level Qi Condensation expert had once fallen to Alex when he possessed no inner force at all.

Now?

Now he stood at the Fifth Level of Qi Condensation. Inner force surged through his meridians, powerful and controlled. He was on an entirely different level. Against these men, he was practically untouchable.

It was over in seconds.

The fatties and the Servants’ Discipline members collided head-on, their strength appearing evenly matched at first glance. But while they struggled, Alex moved like a blade through water—precise, ruthless, unstoppable.

One by one, they went down.

A wrist shattered.

A knee buckled.

A body hit the dirt.

In less than a few minutes, it was finished.

Nineteen Servants’ Discipline members lay sprawled across the ground, groaning in disbelief. They had come expecting an easy victory. None of them had imagined being crushed so completely.

“Fifth Level of Qi Condensation… Impossible! That’s impossible!”

Wang Junhao stared at Alex like he was seeing a ghost. The color drained from his face. Power that clean, that effortless—there was no mistaking it. Fifth Level.

But how?

Just months ago, Alex had been nothing.

How could he have transformed so drastically in such a short time?

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Wang Junhao had brought twenty men from the Servants’ Discipline Department. Twenty. He had been certain it would be more than enough.

Instead, they were wiped out.

The world felt warped and unreal—like he had stepped into a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

He wasn’t the only one shaken.

The burly enforcer, clutching his bleeding face, stared at Alex with raw fear. His companions exchanged stunned looks, their earlier arrogance gone without a trace.

Even Eight Fatty and his crew stood frozen, mouths half-open, unable to fully process what they had just witnessed.

Out of twenty elite members—

Nearly all of them had been taken down by Alex alone.

“You… you—” Wang Junhao stammered, scrambling backward across the ground. “You cheated!”

“Cheated?”

Alex stepped forward slowly, his shadow falling over Wang Junhao like a final judgment. His voice turned cold. “For a long time, you strutted around like a king. You tried to kill me again and again.”

He leaned down slightly, eyes sharp as steel.

“Go on. Try it again.”

His fist shot out without warning.

It slammed straight into Wang Junhao’s eye.

A sickening thud. Then a scream.

Wang Junhao shrieked in agony and collapsed onto the dirt, clutching his face. He tried to gather his strength. Tried to stand. Tried to fight back—

But his cultivation was only at the Fourth Level of Qi Condensation.

Against Alex’s Fifth Level—refined, explosive, battle-hardened—he was utterly powerless.

For the first time since he began targeting Alex, Wang Junhao understood something terrifying.

The prey had become the predator.

“When I tried to avoid you, you kept coming after me,” Alex roared, fury ripping through his voice. “Did you really think I was that easy to bully?”

He drove his foot into Wang Junhao’s ribs. Then another kick. Then a punch that snapped his head sideways.

Wang Junhao screamed.

Alex didn’t stop.

Fist. Elbow. Heel.

Each strike landed with a bone-rattling crack that echoed across the courtyard. The burly enforcer and the remaining Servants’ Discipline members stared in stunned silence. Even Eight Fatty and the others felt their scalps prickle.

This wasn’t just a fight anymore.

It was a dismantling.

Wang Junhao’s cries turned hoarse. Tears streamed down his face, cutting through dirt and blood. His chest heaved with panic and disbelief.

How?

How could Alex have changed this much in only a few months?

That kind of leap took years. Decades. It required talent, guidance, resources.

In Wang Junhao’s mind, there was only one explanation.

Someone powerful was backing Alex.

Someone strong enough to reshape him.

The thought crushed what little confidence he had left.

Overwhelmed by pain, humiliation, and fear, Wang Junhao’s body went limp. His eyes rolled back. He passed out cold.

“Stop!”

The burly man’s voice boomed across the yard as he stepped forward, face dark with anger. “Do you even know who you’re beating? He’s the younger brother of the leader of the Servants’ Discipline Department. And you attacked us as well. Your entire kitchen will pay for this. Not one of you will be spared.”

Before anyone could respond, heavy footsteps thundered from the entrance.

“Stop fighting!” one of the newcomers shouted. “We’re from the Servants’ Discipline Department!”

Eight Fatty blinked. “Oh? I thought you were from the Flower Appreciation Society.”

Around twenty more members stormed into the kitchen courtyard.

The man who had fled earlier returned at their head, his face twisted with shame and rage. This time, they came prepared. Steel flashed as swords were drawn in unison.

The air turned sharp and cold.

“This is your last warning!” the man barked.

“Funny. I didn’t hear a warning.”

“You’re attacking an official department!”

First Fatty swallowed hard but yanked out his iron wok without hesitation. The others followed, gripping their makeshift weapons and charging forward with raw determination.

Alex moved first.

He shot ahead like a wolf breaking from the pack.

No hesitation. No slowdown.

He slammed into their formation before they could fully spread out.

One man’s wrist snapped, his sword clattering to the ground. Another was kicked backward, crashing into two of his own allies. A third took a fist to the throat and dropped instantly.

Alex tore through them like a predator in a flock of chickens.

No one could stop him.

“You’re attacking the Servants’ Discipline Department!” the burly man shouted, his voice cracking with outrage. “Do you think this ends well? You will not be forgiven. All of you will be executed!”

At that word, several of the fatties went pale.

Execution.