Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 619

Alex felt the surge of power settle deep within 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 countless hours of enlightenment.

The knowledge flooded through him, reshaping everything he thought he understood about combat and cultivation.

He opened his eyes and scanned the plaza.

Dozens of outer disciples stared back at him in stunned silence, their expressions caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.

Alex ignored them completely.

He had no interest in what they thought.

Without a word, he flicked his wrist and sent the white sword soaring into the sky.

The blade spun once before stopping midair, suspended motionless as it hummed with quiet power.

In one smooth motion, Alex leaped upward and landed lightly on the flat of the blade.

“Go,” he said.

The sword shot forward like a bolt of lightning, carrying him high above the peaks in a streak of white light.

Gasps swept through the crowd.

Shock instantly turned into chaos.

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

Most of the outer disciples remained frozen in place, eyes wide and mouths hanging open.

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

No one answered.

No one knew.

Three elders pushed their qi to the absolute limit, faces tight with strain, yet they continued falling farther and farther behind.

None of them had ever imagined a Foundation Establishment cultivator could fly a sword at such terrifying speed.

Wind screamed past them as they chased desperately through the sky, refusing to give up.

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

By the time the elders finally arrived, Alex had already reached Heavenly Fist Peak.

Ten elders landed in the plaza in a rush of swirling robes and dust, startling the gathered disciples.

The younger disciples hurriedly bowed, hearts pounding nervously.

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

A trembling disciple raised his head.

“H-He went straight to the Heavenly Fist testing stone, Elder.”

The words hit like thunder.

The elders froze.

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

They stared at each other in complete disbelief.

Then they turned toward the glowing ranking stele.

At first, nothing happened.

Then slowly—

a name began to rise.

Jun Jiu.

One rank.

Then another.

Then faster.

Higher.

Higher still.

The speed of the climb became almost absurd.

The elders watched in growing shock.

“How is this possible?” one muttered. “Does this man truly understand fist arts?”

Inside the testing chamber, the environment felt strangely familiar to Alex.

The stone arena mirrored the sword trial almost perfectly, except this time there were no weapons.

Only fists.

Kicks.

Pure martial technique.

Opponents materialized from light one after another, attacking with precise, brutal forms.

Alex moved instinctively.

Gaia had already analyzed every shift in weight, every angle, every strike, feeding the information directly into his mind.

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

Now fist techniques felt effortless.

Natural.

Compared to the sword trial, this was much easier.

He struck.

Dodged.

Countered.

Every movement was clean, economical, and devastatingly effective.

Outside, the ranking stone responded immediately.

Jun Jiu’s name continued climbing 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 power folded inward and vanished completely.

In an instant, his aura dropped back down to Great Qi Condensation, smooth and ordinary.

He preferred it this way.

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

Anything less felt incomplete.

Like a blade only half-forged.

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

Strike after strike, the stone arena pushed 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 space, endlessly practicing legendary martial arts.

Shaolin monks moved through iron-hard forms, their fists 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 displayed the chaotic brilliance of Drunken Fist, turning staggering movements into deadly attacks.

Alex watched with quiet excitement burning in his chest.

This was the true treasure hidden inside Wudang.

The deepest secrets of the entire martial world.

Every sect.

Every clan.

Every lost technique.

All hidden behind the first-rank trials.

To Alex, it felt like stepping into a vault created specifically for him.

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

Even better was the way the testing stone rewarded him.

Every time his rank increased, pure streams of spiritual energy poured into his body.

Fatigue vanished instantly.

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

The stone did not merely judge him.

It nourished 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 as mountains.

His second Foundation Establishment was complete.

“Good,” Alex whispered.

Then he threw back his head and laughed.

Deep.

Raw.

Victorious.

“Very good.”

Thirteen peaks stood across Wudang Mountain.

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

Something capable of reshaping an entire era.

He had truly hidden the secret arts of the Nine Great Sects and Five Powerful 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 any limits?”

The words had barely left their mouths when the massive testing stone erupted with blinding white light.

A violent gale swept across the plaza, scattering dust and whipping robes wildly 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, their faces pale with shock.

“That’s impossible,” one elder whispered hoarsely. “That is the lost Wudang Thousand Fists… a technique that disappeared over a thousand years ago.”

Another elder’s voice trembled.

“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 stepped out of the Heavenly Fist testing chamber, the entire plaza had fallen silent.

Elders and disciples alike stood frozen, staring at him as though a figure from ancient legend had stepped into reality.

Alex glanced at them briefly.

“Looks like these people really have too much free time,” he muttered.

He assumed their reactions came from nothing more than boredom.

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

The blade stabilized instantly.

Alex stepped onto it and shot into the sky once more, racing toward the next peak in another streak of white light.

The elders’ expressions turned pale.

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

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

“Is he really planning to take first place on every peak?”

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 across Wudang Mountain like an unstoppable 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 sanctuary almost no one visited.

Unlike the others, it focused not on 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 advanced 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 became known throughout the mountain as 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, staring out over the endless sea of mist-covered mountains.

A cold smile touched his lips.

“This is the perfect time,” he thought.

“Time to leave Wudang.”