Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 600

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 600

“Tang Ming, how do you want this competition decided?” one of the elders asked, his voice calm but carrying across the arena.

Tang Ming lifted his chin, pride shining in his eyes. “A few years ago, I placed eleventh in the herb knowledge test. My name is carved into the stone stele rankings—you can verify it yourself.”

There was no modesty in his tone. Only certainty.

Among the younger generation, he stood alone. Everyone ranked above him had already died. There was no one left to challenge him.

“So,” he continued, glancing at Alex, “I’ll take the herb ranking test again. I’m confident I’ll break into the top ten. You should take it too. Whoever ranks higher wins.”

“Alright,” Alex said.

His voice was flat, indifferent.

He didn’t care.

“Good!” Tang Ming grinned, already turning away. “I’ll head to the medical pavilion now.”

Without another word, he rushed down the peak, robes fluttering behind him.

He left Alex standing there with the referee.

The referee watched him go, then let out a tired sigh. “He really thinks he’s going to win… and no one even bothers correcting him anymore.”

Alex glanced at him. “So… what now?”

The referee looked drained, as if the outcome had already been decided.

He raised his hand lazily.

“I declare Jun Jiu—ranked first on the stone stele—the winner.”

Silence.

Then—

Laughter erupted across the arena.

No one questioned it.

No one objected.

Waiting for Tang Ming would’ve been pointless.

Just like that, Alex advanced.

Sixteen remained.

“I want to fight him.”

Alex’s next opponent—a large, imposing disciple—stepped forward, confidence burning in his eyes.

He refused to believe Alex was unbeatable.

That belief didn’t last long.

Moments later—

He was on his knees.

Head lowered.

Even elders couldn’t handle Alex.

What chance did an outer disciple have?

Soon—

Alex stood among the top eight.

For the remaining disciples, this wasn’t just another round.

This match would decide everything.

Their resources.

Their status.

Their future.

For many—

It was the line between rising… or being forgotten.

“Jun Jiu.”

A beautiful female disciple stepped onto the arena, her movements calm, controlled.

She didn’t take a fighting stance.

Instead, she smiled.

“I don’t want to fight you,” she said. “Let’s compete in something else—herb cultivation.”

Alex studied her briefly, then nodded.

“Alright.”

To him, it made no difference.

With Gaia’s knowledge—countless simulations, perfected methods—this kind of competition was effortless.

“I choose the Eternal Blue Flower,” she said, her smile widening.

Shock rippled instantly through the crowd.

“That’s cheating!”

“Xiao Huang is Elder Xiao’s disciple!”

“Only their lineage knows how to grow it!”

“For hundreds of years, it’s been a secret!”

“Even the sect library doesn’t have a complete method!”

“There’s no way Jun Jiu can win!”

The murmurs swelled into certainty.

This wasn’t a fair contest.

It was a trap.

But Alex simply nodded again.

“Okay. I agree.”

Xiao Huang’s smile deepened.

Victory, in her mind, was already decided.

“Good,” she said. “We’ll both write our methods. Then we’ll let an elder judge.”

Her confidence was absolute.

The judge would be her master.

No one understood the Eternal Blue Flower better.

And Alex—

Had just walked straight into her trap.

Paper and ink were brought forward.

The two sat across from each other.

Brushes moved.

The arena fell silent.

Alex finished first.

He set his brush down without hesitation.

His paper was delivered to Elder Xiao.

She glanced at it.

One second.

Then—

Her lips curled in disdain.

“What nonsense.”

She scoffed, tossing the paper aside.

“This is garbage.”

“Even as theory, it’s absurd. Unrealistic. Pure fantasy.”

Moments later, Xiao Huang’s paper arrived.

As Elder Xiao read it, her expression lit up.

“Good. Very good.”

She nodded with satisfaction.

Then looked toward the Peak Leader.

“My judgment is clear. Xiao Huang wins.”

Li Qingxue frowned. “Are you certain?”

Elder Xiao laughed lightly. “Of course. I’ve spent my entire life studying this flower. Who understands it better than I do?”

The referee didn’t hesitate.

“The winner is Xiao Huang.”

A ripple spread through the arena.

Alex simply nodded.

No protest.

No reaction.

To him, this had been nothing more than a distraction.

His method was correct—

Far beyond correct.

But it was too advanced.

Too far beyond their understanding.

And he had already secured a top ten position.

That was enough.

He turned to leave.

But before he could take more than a step—

Voices rose.

Li Qingxue’s voice cut through the noise.

“There may be value in his theory. How can you dismiss it without even reading it properly?”

Elder Xiao laughed sharply.

“I don’t need to read the rest,” she said. “The moment I saw his claim—that the Eternal Blue Flower could reach twenty-five centimeters—I knew it was nonsense.”

Her eyes gleamed with certainty.

“In all my years, the largest I’ve ever grown was twenty.”

“That alone proves he’s wrong.”

The Peak Leader leaned forward slightly.

“It wouldn’t hurt to review it fully. He ranks first on the herb stele. There may be something worth learning.”

“Rubbish is still rubbish,” Elder Xiao snapped.

She stood abruptly and pointed at Alex.

“You—Jun Jiu!”

Her voice rang across the arena.

“Admit it. Admit that what you wrote is nonsense.”

Her gaze burned with contempt.

“Twenty-five centimeters? Who do you think you are?”

A cold laugh escaped her.

“Have you even seen an Eternal Blue Flower in your life?”

Alex frowned.

Of course he had.

He had taken one.

Studied it.

Grown it.

Run millions of simulations.

Refined every variable.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Why are you silent?” Elder Xiao pressed. “Did your lies catch in your throat? Go on—admit it.”

Alex didn’t want trouble.

But he wouldn’t lie.

“I admit it,” Alex said suddenly, his voice cutting through the arena.

The crowd froze.

“My theory is correct.”

His eyes hardened.

“And if someone can’t understand it…”

A pause.

“Then they’re simply too stupid to comprehend it.”

The words landed like thunder.

The meaning was obvious.

Elder Xiao—

Was the one too stupid.

Silence.

Then—

Her face flushed red with rage.

Steel flashed as she drew her sword.

“Impudent brat!” she roared. “You dare call me stupid?! If you don’t die today, I am no longer Elder Xiao!”

Killing intent flooded the arena.

But Alex didn’t move.

He even bowed slightly.

Calm.

Almost polite.

“Please don’t force me,” he said evenly, “to make another person kneel… and lose control in front of everyone.”

The words hit.

And Elder Xiao froze.

She remembered.

Everyone did.

Elder Han.

His humiliation.

His collapse.

Her grip tightened—

Then loosened.

Slowly, she lowered her sword.

“I am an elder,” she said coldly. “I will not lower myself to fight an outer disciple.”

She turned toward the Peak Leader.

“I demand he be expelled! A disciple who insults an elder has no place here!”

“Yes,” Alex added immediately. “Please expel me.”

The Peak Leader stared at him, his expression darkening.

For a moment, it looked like he might strike him down on the spot.

Li Qingxue stepped forward, eyes blazing.

“Jun Jiu. Do you want to die?”

Alex instinctively stepped back.

Out of everyone here—

She was the only one he feared.

“I don’t,” he admitted.

“Then prove your theory,” she said coldly. “Stop causing trouble.”

Alex exhaled slowly.

He didn’t want this.

But now—

He had no choice.

“Miss Li Qingxue,” he said steadily, “go to my garden. Ask the disciples there to bring back an Eternal Blue Flower.”

He paused.

“Tell them to pick the smallest one. The others are still under observation.”

Elder Xiao’s eyes widened.

“You… grew it?” she demanded. “And you’re asking for the smallest one?”

Li Qingxue didn’t waste time.

She rose into the air and shot toward Alex’s garden, vanishing instantly.

The arena erupted into murmurs.

Elder Xiao turned to the Peak Leader, her voice tight.

“He’s insane. No one can grow that flower. No one.”

Xiao Huang stepped forward, stopping a few paces from Alex.

“You should just admit you’re lying,” she said coldly. “You’re clinging to pride. When the truth comes out, you’ll only humiliate yourself.”

Alex let out a quiet snort.

“We’ll see.”

She laughed.

“You really think you can grow it?”

Her eyes gleamed.

“If you’re so confident… let’s make a bet.”

Alex didn’t respond immediately.

“If you lose,” she continued, raising her voice for all to hear, “your technique is mine. And you serve me. Whatever I command—you obey.”

A ripple of shock spread.

“You’ll sign a slave contract.”

Alex’s gaze sharpened.

“And if I’m right?”

Xiao Huang smiled wider.

“If you’re right—which is impossible—I’ll become your slave.”

Silence.

Total silence.

“Deal,” Alex said.

“Deal,” Xiao Huang echoed.

The words rang out.

Witnessed by all.

A wager had been made.

A brutal one.

The crowd buzzed with excitement.

Tension surged.

Some were thrilled.

Some uneasy.

All watching.

Especially Xiao Huang.

She wasn’t just talented—

She was admired.

Respected.

Desired.

One of the most sought-after disciples on the peak.

And now—

She had wagered herself.

If she lost—

She would belong to him.

The thought alone electrified the crowd.

All eyes turned to Alex.

He wasn’t just a competitor anymore.

He stood on the edge of something unreal.

If he won—

He wouldn’t just rise.

He would become untouchable.

Then—

A streak of light cut across the sky.

Li Qingxue returned.

She descended slowly, robes fluttering.

In her hand—

A single flower.

The moment it appeared—

The entire arena froze.

Shock rippled outward.

Because what she held—

Was unmistakable.