The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 311

The referee's voice sliced sharply through the tense air, holding up an official-looking paper.

"We've received an update," he declared, eyes cold and detached.

"Miss Kelly Kingston has officially taken citizenship and the governor's role in Vermont. According to our rules, she can't represent Vancouver in this sacred duel between states. Therefore, Kelly Kingston is disqualified!"

A stunned hush swallowed the arena, quickly replaced by angry murmurs and gasps of disbelief.

"Kingstons," the referee continued, savoring the drama, "you've got two fights left to turn this around. Choose wisely. Your next fighter must step into the ring in ten minutes—or you lose by default."

Before Jasmine could utter a word, a tall, arrogant figure swaggered from the Chicago side, armored gauntlet gleaming menacingly.

He sneered openly at the Vancouver corner, raising his voice mockingly, "Hey, Vancouver! Where’s your courage now? Step up if you've got the guts, or run home with your tails tucked between your legs!"

From the shadows emerged an unexpected figure, confidently striding forward.

"I'll represent the Kingstons," he proclaimed boldly.

The referee quickly hid his smirk, eager for more chaos.

"Begin!" he shouted.

But as Jasmine and Kelly finally glimpsed the new fighter’s face, dread flooded their expressions.

Charles Kingston.

Before Jasmine could scream, Charles raised his hand dramatically. "I surrender!"

"That cowardly snake!" Jasmine roared furiously, her voice cracking with rage. "Who let Charles anywhere near our arena?"

Charles turned theatrically towards the crowd, arms wide as if embracing their disdain.

"Listen up!" he shouted triumphantly.

"Why fight Chicago? It's clearly stronger, richer, and far superior to Vancouver! Let's stop being stubborn fools—join Chicago willingly, and I'll become your sixth lord of Chicago. Imagine prosperity and power instead of this pitiful independence!"

Jasmine stormed toward the referee, her fury barely restrained. "That traitor doesn't speak for Vancouver!"

The referee shrugged dismissively, clearly enjoying her torment.

"You never clarified your fighters beforehand. Now that you ask—sure, I'll acknowledge your refusal for the next—but the match is done."

Laughter exploded from Zane and the Chicago Lords, cruel and loud.

"Poor Jasmine," Zane mocked. "One chance left. Better pick carefully—if there's anyone left worth fighting for you. Clock's ticking, sweetheart."

Jasmine's jaw tightened painfully as despair knotted her insides.

Chicago had been meticulously stabbing them in the back, poisoning her best fighters.

Ten minutes to find someone capable of facing Chicago’s elite knights felt like a cruel joke.

"Tick-tock!" jeered a Chicago lord. "What's it gonna be, Kingston? Admit defeat and bow graciously?"

More mocking voices rose:

"Seems like the mighty Kingstons fell right into Chicago’s trap!"

"Poisoned fighters—what a perfect, humiliating defeat! Or maybe they’re just making up an excuse to avoid fighting the Goliath."

"Face it: strength rules, and Vancouver never had any."

The spectators' murmurs swung wildly between pity, excitement, and outright glee at Vancouver's downfall.

Victoria leaned toward Jasmine, eyes critical yet oddly amused.

"Maybe we should accept it. Give up gracefully, Jasmine. We could turn this disaster into a good alliance—give Chicago Alex’s share, and call it diplomacy."

Jasmine bit her lip fiercely, her silence deafening as turmoil churned within her.

The world around her blurred with desperation and anger, her heart crying out for a hero—someone, anyone, who could salvage this catastrophic night.

"Ms. Kingston!" The referee barked sharply, irritation clear in his voice.

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