Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 614

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 614

Alex stepped into the swordplay trial, and the first match hit him like a blast of cold water.

One moment, he stood among the gathered disciples on Sword Peak. The next, the world blurred, and he found himself alone in a massive stone arena beneath a pale, colorless sky.

A figure shimmered into existence across from him—a young disciple holding a wooden sword.

The attack came instantly.

The disciple’s blade sliced forward in a clean, textbook strike straight from the basic Wudang forms.

Alex’s pulse kicked up.

He had practiced these same techniques for years. Before the strike even finished, he spotted the flaw—the slight dip of the elbow, the shoulder stretched too far forward.

His own wooden sword snapped upward.

Parry.

Counter.

Wood cracked against wood as his strike landed cleanly. The disciple staggered back and dissolved into light.

Ten points flashed before Alex’s eyes.

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

So that was how the trial worked.

Every victory earned ten points. Every defeat took them away just as quickly. As long as his score stayed positive, the trial would continue.

Most of the early opponents used the same foundational Wudang swordsmanship. Alex cut through them with growing confidence, each victory sharpening his instincts further.

As he climbed higher, the techniques became more complex.

Angles tightened. Feints layered over feints. Footwork turned deceptive and unpredictable.

But the core principle never changed.

“This is pure technique,” Alex murmured under his breath. “No inner force. No brute strength. Just speed, timing, and understanding.”

The realization sent a quiet thrill through him.

At the edge of his vision, Gaia had already begun analyzing the fights. Thin red lines traced themselves through the air, marking the most efficient counters to every incoming strike.

Alex barely needed to think.

He only had to understand the logic behind each glowing path, let his body follow it, and learn why it worked.

The battles became almost beautiful—a seamless dance of prediction and response.

Opponent after opponent fell before him.

The number in the corner of his vision climbed steadily upward.

Two digits.

Then three.

The arena never stayed empty for long. The moment one disciple vanished, the next appeared.

Outside the testing array, the stone terraces of Sword Peak had gone completely silent.

At first, people had laughed when Alex’s name appeared near the very bottom of the ranking stone—ten-thousand-something, just another nobody from the outer sect attempting the trial.

Now his name was climbing nonstop, tearing through the rankings like wildfire through dry grass.

Lu Piao’s excited voice broke the silence.

“Look! Big brother just jumped from ten thousand to five thousand! That fast!”

Kuang Liang let out a dismissive laugh.

“Any outer disciple who’s trained on Sword Peak for a month could reach five thousand. That’s nothing impressive.”

“Exactly,” another disciple added with folded arms. “I’m already ranked around three thousand myself. Five thousand means nothing.”

“It’s nothing,” someone muttered.

“Right,” another agreed immediately.

But even while they spoke, Alex’s name kept rising.

It had already broken into the three-thousand range.

A disciple from Thousand Herbs Peak glanced over suspiciously.

“Is reaching the three-thousand rank really that easy?”

“Of course,” a Sword Peak outer disciple replied with a short laugh. “Even I could do it without much trouble.”

Inside, though, panic flickered across his chest.

He had spent more than ten years as an outer disciple on Sword Peak and had never managed to break past four thousand.

The sword trial became brutally difficult the higher you climbed. Every new opponent was faster, sharper, and far less forgiving.

Even the elders used the Sword Stone when they wanted a genuine challenge.

Elder Guo stood nearby, silently watching the exchange.

By now, he understood there was no point arguing further.

The Sword Peak disciples were too arrogant, too convinced of their own superiority to ever admit they might be wrong.

No amount of evidence would change their minds.

And punishing them would only create bigger problems—especially with Jun Jiu involved.

The entire matter had become meaningless.

He had already turned to leave for the Discipline Department Peak when a wave of shock swept through the crowd.

“Impossible!” someone shouted. “Alex already broke into the two-thousand ranks!”

Kuang Liang and the other Sword Peak disciples fell silent instantly.

On Sword Peak, crossing the two-thousand line meant everything.

It was the dividing line between outer and inner disciples—the invisible boundary separating the ordinary from the elite.

And now Alex had crossed it in a single leap.

“Wait!” another disciple shouted, disbelief tightening his voice. “He already reached the one-thousand ranks! How is he climbing this fast?”

“Is the Sword Peak trial really supposed to be this easy?” someone else asked in confusion.

Everyone had seen how effortlessly Alex advanced, as though the trial itself was bending to his will.

Nearby, a disciple from another peak stepped forward and pressed his medallion against the sword-testing stone.

He needed to see it for himself.

A few minutes later, the disciple stumbled out of the testing array, sweat dripping down his face.

“Damn it,” he cursed. “Why the hell is it so hard?”

More disciples followed after him, each emerging frustrated and exhausted, their expressions full of defeat.

“Look!” Lu Piao shouted again, dragging everyone’s attention back to the ranking stone. “Big brother just passed rank five hundred!”

The color drained from every Sword Peak disciple’s face.

No newcomer had ever broken into the top five hundred on their first attempt.

That achievement alone placed Alex among the upper ranks of the inner disciples.

Kuang Liang stood at the very peak of Sword Peak’s inner sect—the favored direct disciple of the peak leaders, praised as a once-in-a-thousand-years genius.

Backed by the full support of the peak, he had fought his way to rank twenty-five.

That was why he could speak with such effortless contempt.

“Five hundred sounds impressive,” he said loudly, his sneer sharp as a blade. “But I’m already ranked twenty-five. What’s so special about five hundred?”

The words fell flat.

Every Sword Peak disciple knew the truth he was trying to hide.

Kuang Liang had spent an entire century clawing his way to that rank, and his cultivation had long since reached the Great Foundation Establishment Realm.

Alex, meanwhile, was still only at the Great Qi Condensation stage.

Inside the array, the trial had become even deadlier.

The holographic opponents moved with lethal precision now, weaving thin strands of inner force into every strike.

“This trial is incredible,” Alex muttered, genuine admiration in his voice. “They’re using the smallest amount of inner force to create the greatest possible effect.”

“Gaia, study this carefully.”

“Yes, Master,” Gaia replied calmly in his mind. “I’m recording everything. I can already isolate the exact amount of force they’re using and the precise acupoints they’re channeling it through. I’ll organize the data for you afterward.”

“Good.”

A quiet spark of satisfaction rose in Alex’s chest.

The swordplay trial was far more than a simple test.

It was a hidden treasure of Sword Peak—a living archive that recorded every strike, every parry, every subtle use of inner force to teach those capable of understanding it.

With Gaia analyzing every detail, Alex’s knowledge of swordsmanship and inner force advanced by the second.

He absorbed the lessons at an unbelievable pace, turning every battle into a masterclass.

Time stretched strangely inside the array.

The higher he climbed, the longer each fight lasted.

A few times, Alex even chose to lose deliberately, memorizing the exact mistake before reentering sharper and more focused than before.

Outside on Sword Peak’s terraces, an entire day had passed.

Still, no one left.

If anything, the crowd had only grown larger. Disciples from every peak now packed the terraces shoulder to shoulder around the massive ranking stone.

“He’s already rank twenty-seven!” Lu Piao shouted for the entire crowd to hear.

“And I remember Senior Kuang Liang saying he was one of Sword Peak’s top disciples at rank twenty-five. I’m taking bets now—will big brother surpass him or not?”

The Sword Peak disciples exploded instantly.

“Impossible!” one of them roared. “Nobody from Thousand Herbs Peak could ever cross that line!”

“Exactly!” others shouted in agreement.

But the disciples from Thousand Herbs Peak answered back just as fiercely.

“Big brother won’t stop at twenty-five—he’s going straight for first place!”

“No chance!” the Sword Peak disciples snapped back. “Someone from Thousand Herbs Peak could never take the top rank on our peak!”

“Our big brother is different,” a Thousand Herbs disciple shot back proudly. “And your Sword Peak? Weak.”

“You dare call Sword Peak weak?!” a Sword Peak outer disciple bellowed, face twisting with rage.

“What? Truth hurts?” the other disciple mocked. “You think your peak is the strongest in the sect? Soon enough, you’ll all be kneeling before our swordplay.”

“You—!”

Nobody saw who threw the first punch.

The next instant, the terraces exploded into chaos.

Fists flew.

Bodies slammed into each other.

Disciples from rival peaks crashed together in a violent brawl.

“Stop this immediately!” a Sword Peak elder shouted as several elders rushed forward to break up the fight.

They grabbed disciples and pulled them apart, but the chaos had already spiraled out of control.

Then a single voice sliced through the noise like a blade.

“Look at the ranking stone!”

The fighting stopped instantly.

Every head turned.

A crushing silence fell across the terraces.

What they saw was impossible.