Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 613

Alex stared at the growing crowd trailing behind them, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion.

“Why is everyone following us?” he asked.

Lu Piao threw his head back and laughed, bright and unrestrained. “Big Brother, your humility has no bottom. Let me bow to you first.”

He dropped into a deep, exaggerated bow, holding it just long enough to make Alex uncomfortable.

Alex accepted it with a small, resigned nod and waited.

Still grinning, Lu Piao straightened. “First,” he said, pride ringing in his voice, “who on this peak doesn’t know you’re ranked number one on the Thousand Herbs Stone Stele for medical knowledge?”

Alex nodded. That part was obvious—the ranking was public.

“Second,” Lu Piao continued, “you’re the undisputed top outer disciple of Thousand Herbs Peak. Everyone saw that fight.”

Alex nodded again. The memory was still fresh—raw and very public.

“Third,” Lu Piao said, “for the past two years, you’ve been quietly teaching everyone how to grow herbs properly. You shared your notes with anyone who asked—never once asking for anything in return.”

“People finally realized the mysterious helper in the gardens was you.”

Alex blinked, surprised. “How did they figure that out?”

“Your handwriting,” Lu Piao said with a shrug. “A lot of them came to me just to thank you. Their best harvests? They credit you for those.”

Alex nodded again. He had never tried to hide it. In Estoria, knowledge was meant to be shared—hoarding it felt small.

“Fourth,” Lu Piao went on, “you taught everyone how to set up those garden formations to draw in spiritual energy. Outer disciples, inner disciples—doesn’t matter. Everyone’s using your method. They all feel like they owe you something they can never repay.”

Alex’s expression remained calm, but inwardly, there had always been a reason for that.

Prosperous places had fewer thieves. If the entire peak thrived, it became safer.

Simple math. He had done it for himself as much as for them.

“And fifth,” Lu Piao added, eyes gleaming, “even the seniors and elders have started visiting your place. They treat you with respect—bow when they arrive, smile when they leave. Half the time, they bring gifts just to stay on your good side.”

Alex frowned, caught off guard. He remembered the steady stream of visitors after his time in the library—quiet questions, shared insights, grateful smiles.

He hadn’t realized how far word had spread… or how much those moments had meant.

To him, it had all felt ordinary. Just people helping people.

He looked back at the crowd, the weight of their attention settling over him like something unfamiliar.

Gratitude. Respect. Even a quiet kind of awe.

For the first time, he wondered if sharing what he knew had changed more than just a few gardens.

Maybe it had changed how they saw him.

“Sixth,” Lu Piao continued, voice bright with excitement, “even the Peak Leader—”

“Let’s stop there,” Alex cut in quickly.

There was no need to say that out loud.

Lu Piao paused, then nodded with a knowing smile. “Alright.”

He understood. Alex’s humility ran deep—and everyone knew it. That quiet modesty only made people want to stand closer to him.

Alex glanced back at the swelling crowd. “I can tell it’s not just Thousand Herbs Peak anymore. Disciples from other peaks are joining too.”

Lu Piao nodded. “Your stand against Elder Tong didn’t go unnoticed—especially by people he’s pushed around before. Some are here to back you up if things go bad.”

He grinned.

“Others just have time to kill… and want to watch the show.”

The crowd kept growing.

By the time they reached Sword Peak, more than five thousand disciples followed behind them, pouring into the largest training ground like a slow-moving tide.

At the center stood Kuang Liang and around a hundred Sword Peak disciples.

Every face among them was stiff with shock. The arrogance they once wore like armor had vanished, replaced by pale, tight expressions.

They had come expecting to overwhelm Jun Jiu with numbers.

Instead, they were the ones standing exposed—facing thousands.

They were afraid.

One wrong word, and the crowd would turn on them.

Moments later, Elder Guo arrived, leading nearly six thousand disciples.

He stepped forward, taking control of the situation, and brought Alex and Lu Piao before Kuang Liang and the seven Sword Peak disciples whose arms had been severed.

“I want to hear how this started,” Elder Guo said calmly.

Kuang Liang stepped forward. “This man—Jun Jiu—is responsible. He cut off the arms of seven of our people. He’s clearly at fault.”

The seven disciples nodded firmly.

Elder Guo turned to Alex. “Your response?”

“Me?” Alex said evenly. “They cut off Lu Piao’s arm first. When I went after them and demanded an apology, they attacked me and tried to take my arms too. I defended myself.”

His gaze sharpened.

“The real question is—why did they cut off Lu Piao’s arm in the first place?”

One of the seven stepped forward, voice sharp. “We had a mutually agreed duel. He lost, so I took his arm. That’s not a crime—that’s how duels work. If you’re afraid of getting hurt, don’t step onto the stage.”

“I agree,” Alex said, raising his voice so the entire crowd could hear.

“I agree,” he repeated. “Just like when I cut off the arms of the seven of you. We didn’t have a fair fight—you attacked me seven against one. But since I turned out to be stronger than all of you combined, you ran off to report it like a bunch of snitching cowards.”

The moment the words landed, the entire training ground erupted in laughter.

The mood turned instantly.

“You Sword Peak disciples are unbelievable!”

“Seven against one—and you still lost?”

“Then you ran to the Discipline Department? Pathetic!”

“Cowards!”

Kuang Liang’s face flushed deep red. “Silence!” he roared. “Jun Jiu ambushed them! They weren’t even ready—it was a sneak attack! Pure cowardice!”

A ripple of doubt spread through the crowd.

“A sneak attack?”

“That explains it…”

The seven disciples jumped in eagerly.

“Of course it was a sneak attack!”

“Our people never lose fair fights!”

“Yeah—coward!”

Alex suddenly laughed, loud and genuine, cutting straight through the noise.

He looked directly at Kuang Liang, his voice carrying clearly across the field.

“Great,” he said. “So now it’s a sneak attack?”

He smiled.

“Fine. Let’s settle it. Send your people—not seven, not seventeen. I’ll take seventy of you at once. Alone.”

Silence crashed down.

The challenge hit like thunder.

Kuang Liang’s eyes burned with fury. He wanted to accept—wanted to crush Alex on the spot.

But just as he opened his mouth, a cold voice transmitted into his ear from afar.

He froze.

Then forced a sneer.

“Sorry,” he said loudly. “We’re Sword Peak. Everyone knows your kind—poison, tricks, sneak attacks. We don’t fight filth like you.”

Lu Piao’s face darkened. “If you’re scared, just say so. Don’t drag others down with you.”

“Scared?” Kuang Liang laughed mockingly. He pointed at the towering Sword Knowledge Stone Stele. “Look at the rankings. I’m number twenty-five. And you call me a coward?”

“You bastard,” Lu Piao snapped. “In a real fight, only the winner matters.”

“That’s exactly what a coward would say,” Kuang Liang shot back. “Anything outside pure swordplay is weakness.”

That was enough.

Disciples from other peaks—those who trained in fists, spears, and countless other weapons—erupted in outrage.

Voices clashed. Insults flew.

Within seconds, the training ground descended into chaos.

No matter how Elder Guo tried to restore order, his voice was drowned out.

Through it all, Alex stood calm, a faint, almost amused smile on his lips.

His gaze drifted to the massive Sword Knowledge Stone Stele.

Like someone who had just found an interesting game.

Without a word, he turned and walked toward it.

He took out his disciple medallion and pressed it against the stone.

It accepted him instantly.

A faint smile touched his lips.

Let’s see what this can do.

And let Gaia absorb everything.

The moment the thought formed, energy surged around him. A glowing cube of light materialized, sealing him inside as the test began.

“Wait!” someone shouted. “Jun Jiu is taking the Sword Knowledge test!”

The words spread like wildfire.

The shouting died instantly as thousands turned toward the glowing cube, stunned.

“A Thousand Herbs Peak disciple?” a Sword Peak disciple scoffed. “A gardener taking the Sword Knowledge test? That’s ridiculous.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

Mockery spread fast—loud, relentless.

To them…

It was impossible.