Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 599

Elder Han froze, disbelief flashing across his face.

He couldn’t accept it—couldn’t believe Jun Jiu would actually dare touch an elder in front of everyone.

This wasn’t arrogance.

It was suicide.

Killing an elder meant death. No exceptions.

“You wouldn’t dare kill me,” Elder Han sneered.

A soft, almost gentle smile curved across Alex’s lips.

“You’re absolutely right,” he said calmly. “I won’t kill you… not today.”

A faint pause.

“But there are plenty of ways to destroy a man without taking his life.”

Alex raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A thin, shimmering ice needle formed instantly—so fine it was almost invisible.

Before anyone could react—

He flicked his wrist.

The needle shot forward.

It pierced Elder Han with surgical precision, striking multiple acupuncture points in a blink.

Elder Han’s body jerked—

Then locked.

Rigid.

Unmoving.

Alex didn’t even glance back.

“I won’t be helping this elder,” he said lightly as he turned away. “If anyone wants to assist him… be my guest.”

And just like that—

He walked out of the arena.

Leaving Elder Han behind.

Kneeling.

Frozen.

A heavy silence settled over the crowd.

The referee rushed forward, grabbing Elder Han’s arm—trying to pull him up.

Then froze.

Something was wrong.

The body was completely stiff.

Locked.

“I—I can’t move!” Elder Han gritted out. “Open my acupuncture points!”

The referee nodded quickly and struck several points along his body with practiced precision.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Still nothing.

Elder Han’s face went pale.

Then—

A loud, unmistakable sound broke the silence.

The arena froze.

Someone blinked.

“…Did he just fart?”

Another voice followed, uncertain.

“That… that was a fart, right?”

Then the smell hit.

Thick.

Unmistakable.

Within seconds, realization spread.

It wasn’t a fart.

It was worse.

Elder Han’s robes—

Soaked.

A dark stain spreading across the back.

Silence collapsed into suffocating shock.

“Quick—help me!” Elder Han shouted, panic breaking through.

The referee clenched his jaw, holding his breath as the stench intensified. Fighting back his disgust, he struck the points again—faster, more urgently.

But the moment he did—

The front of Elder Han’s robes darkened.

“…Did he just—”

“…He peed himself?”

Elder Han’s face turned crimson.

His body trembled—but he couldn’t stop it.

Couldn’t control anything.

His dignity—

Gone.

Completely shattered in front of everyone.

And it was obvious.

This wasn’t an accident.

Alex had done something.

“Jun Jiu!” Elder Han roared, his voice shaking with rage and humiliation.

Far ahead, Alex paused and glanced back.

“Release my acupuncture lock!” Elder Han shouted, desperation creeping in.

“Why?” Alex said calmly. “You wanted to take my legs. I didn’t take yours. That’s already mercy.”

A faint smile touched his lips.

“If you’re capable… unlock it yourself.”

Alex knew exactly where he stood.

Thousand Herbs Peak.

A place devoted to healing—herbs, medicine, recovery.

Not combat.

Their strength wasn’t in fighting.

It was in saving lives.

Which meant—

Their combat ability was mediocre at best.

Very different from him.

Alex had walked both paths.

Medicine and combat.

Refined them.

Merged them.

And with Gaia’s knowledge—Prussian science, advanced systems, and the complete medical teachings of Wudang—

Everything within him had evolved.

Sharpened.

Elevated beyond anything they understood.

Back in the arena—

Elder Han was collapsing under humiliation.

Still kneeling.

Still frozen.

His robes filthy.

His dignity in ruins.

Disciples rushed forward, trying to help.

One after another—

They attempted to unlock his acupuncture points.

But the more they tried—

The worse it became.

His condition didn’t improve.

It deteriorated.

The entire arena had stopped.

No one fought anymore.

All eyes were on him.

From a distance, two figures approached.

The Peak Leader.

And Li Qingxue.

They stopped several meters away—far enough to avoid the stench, close enough to see everything.

“Young Miss Li,” the Peak Leader said quietly. “Can you unlock it?”

Li Qingxue studied Elder Han, her brows tightening.

“…I don’t think I can,” she admitted. “The acupuncture points… they’re not fixed. They’re shifting every time they’re struck.”

The Peak Leader narrowed his eyes.

“No,” he said. “It’s worse than that.”

Li Qingxue turned.

“They’re not just shifting when struck,” he continued. “They’re changing constantly—with every breath, every heartbeat, every pulse of blood.”

Silence.

“Even I… would struggle to predict them.”

A chill ran down Li Qingxue’s spine.

This wasn’t just technique.

It was control on an entirely different level.

“…Then what do we do?” she asked.

The Peak Leader exhaled slowly.

“What do we do?” he repeated.

A faint, bitter smile appeared.

“We do nothing.”

Li Qingxue blinked.

“If I step in and fail in front of everyone, I’ll only humiliate myself as well.”

He folded his hands behind his back.

“We wait.”

“For the lock to dissolve on its own.”

“It’ll last about eight hours,” Li Qingxue said quietly.

Her gaze flicked back to Elder Han.

“…Are we really leaving him like that?”

The Peak Leader smiled faintly.

“Tell me,” he said, almost amused, “do you see anyone willing to move him?”

Li Qingxue fell silent.

No one stepped forward.

Not a single person.

“Jun Jiu! Unlock the acupuncture points!”

Her voice rang across the arena.

Alex stood just outside, as if he had been waiting.

“Of course,” he said lightly. “Kick me out of Wudang Sect… and I’ll release him.”

Li Qingxue’s expression hardened.

“You—!”

“What?” Alex cut in, calm but sharp.

“He tried to cripple me,” he said, eyes locking onto hers. “And none of you stepped in.”

“Now you want me to help him?”

A faint smile touched his lips.

“Why not just expel me?” he continued. “From what I’ve seen… there’s no justice here.”

“So why should I stay?”

Li Qingxue froze.

The Sect Master had already taken interest in Jun Jiu.

If she mishandled this—

They could lose him.

Worse—

He would leave with resentment.

Her fingers tightened.

In the end, she turned away.

“…Forget it.”

A ripple spread through the crowd.

This time, when they looked at Alex—

There was no curiosity.

Only fear.

Even Li Qingxue couldn’t control him.

Even the Peak Leader chose silence.

No one dared step forward.

“Jun Jiu!”

A furious shout cut through the tension.

One of Elder Han’s disciples rushed forward, eyes blazing.

“What did you do to my master?!”

Alex tilted his head.

“What do you think I did?”

“Release him!”

Four more disciples rushed in, surrounding him.

“Jun Jiu, he’s your elder!”

Alex laughed softly.

“That elder tried to cripple me.”

His gaze swept over them, amused.

“I defended myself. And you think that’s wrong?”

They attacked all at once.

Fast.

Desperate.

But—

No one saw anything.

No movement.

No strike.

And yet—

In the next instant—

All five dropped to their knees.

Frozen.

Their faces twisted in horror.

Then—

The same sound.

Again.

One after another.

Their robes darkened.

The smell spread instantly.

The crowd recoiled.

People stepped back, covering their noses—retreating like it was a plague.

No one dared get close.

“Jun Jiu,” Li Qingxue called again, her voice lower this time.

“What?” Alex shot back, irritation clear. “No one comes looking for trouble—I keep to myself. I don’t start fights.”

His eyes locked onto hers.

“So maybe control them first… before trying to control me.”

A headache throbbed behind Li Qingxue’s eyes.

This man—

He wasn’t like the others.

Others feared punishment.

Feared expulsion.

Feared authority.

But Alex?

He didn’t care.

He couldn’t be pressured.

Couldn’t be bent.

A man like him—

Would never bow.

He would either stand…

Or break.

And if pushed far enough—

He would choose death over submission.

“Miss Li Qingxue.”

The Peak Leader’s calm voice cut in.

“Jun Jiu is correct,” he said evenly. “They provoked him.”

He glanced at the kneeling figures.

“He has committed no wrongdoing.”

With a small gesture, he ordered several disciples forward.

“Take them to the medical tent.”

They hesitated—

Then forced themselves to move in, lifting the rigid, humiliated bodies and carrying them away.

Elder Han’s face burned red.

Not just with anger—

But shame.

He could see it.

Every glance.

Every suppressed laugh.

Every whisper.

They were mocking him.

All of them.

A cold, venomous thought took root deep in his mind.

Just wait.

When I become Sect Master…

The first thing I’ll destroy… is this entire Thousand Herbs Peak.

Because of the chaos, the matches ended early that day.

The competition would resume tomorrow.

Night fell.

Rain poured steadily into the darkness.

Inside a quiet hut, Alex sat alone.

The sound of rain filled the silence.

“Gaia, how is Elder Han?” he asked calmly.

A soft voice responded in his mind.

“Master, you deployed a portion of my nanobots into Elder Han’s brain.”

“Right now, they have infiltrated his neural structure.”

“They are gathering memory and neurological data. Estimated time: forty-eight hours.”

A brief pause.

“Within seventy-two hours, the execution protocol will activate.”

Alex’s eyes darkened.

“When Elder Han enters deep sleep, the nanobots will begin targeted destruction of brain cells.”

Another pause.

“He will die in his sleep.”

“Good.”

Alex’s voice was quiet.

Cold.

Over the years, he had learned one truth above all else—

His greatest advantage…

Was Gaia.

But Gaia had limits.

Not enough nanobots.

Not yet.

So every moment of cultivation—

Every moment he didn’t need active support—

He fed it resources.

Materials.

Energy.

Everything it needed to grow.

To replicate.

To evolve.

Now—

What had once been small…

Was becoming something far more dangerous.

Given enough time—

There would be almost nothing it couldn’t do.

The next day, the competition resumed.

Thirty-two participants remained.

Now, the real battles began.

Ranks would be decided here.

The strong would rise.

The weak would fall.

The arena buzzed with tension.

Fighters clashed the moment they stepped forward—no hesitation, no mercy.

But when one disciple stepped forward and saw his opponent—

Alex—

He froze.

Then, instead of taking a stance, he turned and bowed toward the Peak Leader.

“Respected Peak Master,” he said loudly, urgency in his tone, “this is Thousand Herbs Peak.”

The crowd quieted.

“If we are deciding ranks,” he continued, “shouldn’t it be based on more than just combat strength?”

His eyes swept across the arena.

“Everyone here already considers themselves strong. So I propose—”

A pause.

“That we compete in medical knowledge instead.”

A ripple of surprise spread.

The reason was obvious.

If he fought Alex—

He would lose.

Instantly.

And likely end up kneeling like the rest.

But in medical knowledge—

There was a chance.

“What exactly are you proposing?” an elder asked.

The man straightened.

“A test of herb recognition,” he said confidently.

The elder frowned.

“…Do you know who your opponent is?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Jun Jiu.”

He lifted his chin, pride flashing.

“My name is Tang Ming. I’ve just completed two years of closed-door training. I’ve memorized over forty thousand types of herbs.”

A faint smile formed.

“I don’t believe he can beat me in this.”

For a moment—

The arena went quiet.

Then—

A strange look passed through the crowd.

Some exchanged glances.

Others smirked.

He really didn’t know.

Fresh out of seclusion—

Completely unaware.

Jun Jiu—

Ranked first in herb knowledge across the peak.

“…You don’t understand,” the elder said slowly.

Tang Ming frowned, offended.

“I do,” he insisted. “I know exactly who he is.”

A few quiet chuckles spread.

Arrogant.

And completely clueless.