Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 618

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 618

Alex felt the surge of power settle deep inside him as he broke through into the first stage of Foundation Establishment.

The metal element flowed through his meridians like liquid steel—sharp, cold, and unyielding—born from the enlightenment he had gained during the trial.

The knowledge reshaped everything he understood about combat and cultivation.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked across the plaza.

Dozens of outer disciples stood frozen in shock, staring at him with wide eyes and open mouths.

Some looked terrified.

Others looked reverent.

Alex ignored all of them.

He neither needed nor cared about their reactions.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the white sword into the air.

The blade spun once before stopping completely, suspended motionless above the plaza while humming with quiet power.

Then Alex leaped lightly onto it.

“Go,” he said.

The sword exploded forward like an arrow released from a bow, streaking across the sky in a trail of white light.

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

Shock instantly turned into chaos.

Several elders exchanged alarmed glances before throwing their own swords into the air and rushing after him.

Most of the outer disciples remained rooted in place, unable to process what they had just witnessed.

“What… what is happening?” one disciple whispered weakly.

No one answered.

No one understood.

Three elders pushed their qi to the limit as they pursued Alex through the skies, their expressions tight with strain.

Yet despite their efforts, they continued falling farther behind.

None of them had ever imagined that a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm could move a flying sword with such terrifying speed.

The wind screamed past their ears as they chased him desperately, refusing to give up.

But Alex had already become a distant white streak racing toward the next mountain peak.

By the time the elders finally caught up, Alex had already arrived at Heavenly Fist Peak.

Ten elders descended into the plaza in a swirl of robes and dust, startling the gathered disciples.

The younger disciples hurriedly bowed, their hearts pounding.

“Where is the disciple who just arrived?” one elder demanded urgently.

A trembling disciple lifted his head.

“He… he went directly to the Heavenly Fist testing stone, Elder.”

Silence.

The elders froze.

“The fist trial?” another elder blurted out. “Does that boy even know fist techniques?”

The group stared at one another in disbelief.

Then all of them turned toward the ranking stele.

At first, nothing happened.

Then slowly—

a name began to rise.

Jun Jiu.

The climb started steadily.

Then accelerated.

Faster.

Higher.

Higher still.

The elders watched in growing disbelief as the name surged upward through the rankings.

“How is this possible?” one elder muttered.

“Does he actually understand fist arts?”

Inside the trial chamber, Alex found the environment strangely familiar.

The stone arena was almost identical to the sword trial.

The only difference was the absence of blades.

This time, everything revolved around fists, kicks, and raw physical technique.

Opponents materialized one after another from glowing light, launching precise and brutal attacks.

Alex moved instinctively.

Gaia had already analyzed every motion, every shift in weight, every angle of attack.

During his sword enlightenment, Alex’s understanding of close combat had evolved completely.

Now fist techniques felt natural.

Effortless.

Compared to the sword trial, this was far easier.

He struck.

Dodged.

Countered.

Every movement was clean, efficient, and devastating.

Outside, the ranking stone responded immediately.

Jun Jiu’s name continued rising without pause.

At the same time, Alex condensed his newly formed Foundation Establishment core with a single controlled breath and sealed it deep inside his dantian.

The energy folded inward and vanished completely.

In an instant, his aura dropped back to the level of Great Qi Condensation.

He preferred it this way.

Only after mastering all five elemental foundations would he reveal his true cultivation.

Anything less felt incomplete.

Like a half-forged blade.

For the next several days, Alex remained inside the fist trial without rest.

Strike after strike, the stone arena tested him relentlessly.

Then, on the morning of the fourth day, his ranking climbed into second place.

Moments later—

it surged into first.

Alex stepped through a shimmering barrier and entered a vast inner chamber.

Phantom figures of ancient masters filled the room, endlessly repeating legendary martial arts.

Shaolin monks moved through iron-hard fist forms, their punches cracking through the air like thunder.

Nearby, disciples of the Beggar Sect demonstrated the legendary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, every strike carrying overwhelming dragon-like force.

Others performed the chaotic elegance of Drunken Fist, turning staggering movements into deadly attacks.

Alex watched everything with pounding excitement.

This was the true treasure hidden inside Wudang.

The deepest secrets of the martial world itself.

Every sect.

Every clan.

Every lost art.

All hidden behind the first-rank trials.

For Alex, it felt like entering a vault built specifically for him.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to absorb knowledge no outsider had ever touched.

Even more incredible was the way the testing stone rewarded him.

Every time his rank increased, pure currents of spiritual energy flooded into his body.

Fatigue vanished instantly.

His qi strengthened continuously, as though he were consuming priceless heavenly elixirs.

The stone did not merely judge him.

It nurtured him.

Strengthened him.

Pushed him forward.

And when his name finally settled into first place on Heavenly Fist Peak, the earth element awakened.

Power surged violently through his meridians.

Heavy.

Ancient.

Immovable like mountains themselves.

His second Foundation Establishment was complete.

“Good,” Alex whispered.

Then he threw his head back and laughed.

Deep.

Raw.

Victorious.

“Very good.”

Across Wudang Mountain stood thirteen peaks.

And the old man who created this place had truly built something extraordinary.

Something capable of reshaping an entire era.

He had actually hidden the secret arts of the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Clans behind the first-rank trials of each peak.

Outside, the plaza had filled once again with disciples packed shoulder to shoulder.

“So Jun Jiu really came straight to Heavenly Fist Peak…”

“And now he’s already first rank again?”

“Is he even human?”

“Does that monster have a limit?”

Before the crowd could recover, the massive testing stone suddenly erupted with blinding white light.

A violent gale swept through the plaza, scattering dust and whipping robes violently through the air.

Every head snapped toward the stele.

Then a vision exploded into existence above it.

Thousands of phantom fists filled the sky, striking simultaneously in perfect synchronization.

The image spread outward like a storm.

Majestic.

Overwhelming.

A group of Heavenly Fist elders stood frozen with pale faces.

“That’s impossible,” one elder whispered hoarsely.

“That is the lost Wudang Thousand Fists… a technique that vanished over a thousand years ago.”

Another elder’s voice cracked with disbelief.

“Did Jun Jiu just master every lost martial art of Wudang?”

The vision intensified.

Thousands of fists filled the heavens while crushing pressure rolled outward from the testing stone.

Several outer disciples cried out and were blasted backward onto the ground.

One elder stared upward in horror.

He knew with absolute certainty that if he ever faced someone capable of using that technique, he would die before he could even react.

A thousand strikes would already have landed.

When Alex finally walked out of the Heavenly Fist trial chamber, the entire plaza had fallen silent.

Elders and disciples alike stood motionless, staring at him as though a mythological figure had stepped out of ancient legend.

Alex glanced at them briefly.

“Looks like these people really have nothing better to do,” he muttered.

He assumed they were simply bored.

Without wasting another second, he tossed the white sword back into the air.

The blade stabilized instantly.

Alex stepped onto it and shot skyward in another streak of white light, racing toward the next peak.

The elders’ expressions turned pale.

“He’s heading to another peak?” one whispered.

“Wait…” another elder said slowly, horror creeping into his voice. “Don’t tell me…”

“Is he really planning to take first place on all thirteen peaks?”

The more they thought about it, the more terrifying the idea became.

Shock spread through the crowd like wildfire.

And that was exactly what Jun Jiu did.

Over the next two months, Alex swept through Wudang Mountain like a storm.

At Mystic Staff Peak, he mastered every secret of spear and staff combat.

At Divine Saber Peak, he absorbed every saber technique with ruthless precision.

At Eight Trigram Array Peak, he unraveled the mysteries of formations, arrays, talismans, seals, barriers, and battlefield strategy.

Peak after peak fell before him.

Blacksmithing.

Body refinement.

Hidden weapons.

Movement arts.

He devoured every legendary art Wudang possessed.

The greatest shock came at the final peak.

Art Peak.

A quiet and rarely visited place dedicated not to combat, but refinement.

Literature.

Poetry.

Painting.

Calligraphy.

The game of Go.

Music.

Dance.

Every elegant cultural art preserved by the ancient sect existed there.

And even there, Alex pushed forward with the same relentless focus.

When he finished, he stood at first rank in every single discipline.

For the first time in Wudang’s long history, one man had conquered all thirteen peaks.

Jun Jiu had become Wudang Number One.

Soon afterward, the sect leaders gathered together with solemn expressions.

After a long discussion, they reached a unanimous decision.

“It is time,” the Sect Master declared quietly.

“I will personally accept this extraordinary young man as my direct disciple.”

Meanwhile, far from the commotion, Alex stood alone at the edge of a quiet cliff, gazing out over the endless sea of mist-covered mountains.

A faint, cold smile touched his lips.

“This is the perfect time,” he thought.

“Time to leave Wudang.”