The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 614

Alex stepped into the swordplay trial, and the first bout hit him like a cold slap.

One moment he stood among the gathered disciples on Sword Peak; the next, the world blurred and he found himself alone in a wide stone arena under a pale sky.

A figure shimmered into existence across from him—a young disciple gripping a wooden sword. The attacker came on without hesitation, blade flashing in a simple, textbook arc from the Wudang basics.

Alex’s pulse quickened. He had trained these same forms for years. He saw the opening before the strike even finished its path: the slight drop of the elbow, the overextended shoulder.

His own wooden sword snapped up, parried cleanly, and drove forward in a crisp counter. Wood cracked against wood. The disciple staggered and dissolved into light.

Ten points flashed in front of his eyes.

He allowed himself a tight smile. So that was how it worked.

Every victory added ten points. Every loss would strip them away just as fast. As long as the tally stayed positive, the trials would keep coming.

Most of the early opponents relied on the same foundational Wudang swordplay. Alex moved through them with growing confidence, each win sharpening his focus.

The forms grew more intricate the higher he climbed—angles tightened, feints multiplied, footwork turned slippery and deceptive. Yet the core truth never changed.

“This is pure technique,” he murmured, half to himself. “No inner force, no raw power. Just speed, timing, and understanding.”

The realization settled over him like a quiet thrill.

Gaia had already begun its work in the background of his vision: analyzing every incoming strike, tracing faint red lines across the air to mark the perfect counter.

Alex didn’t need to think; he only had to feel the logic behind each glowing path, let his body follow, and learn why that line existed. It turned the fight into something almost beautiful—a dance of prediction and response.

He cut down opponent after opponent. The counter in the corner of his sight rolled upward steadily.

Two digits. Then three. The arena never emptied; the next disciple simply appeared the instant the last one vanished.

Outside the testing array, on the stone terraces of Sword Peak, the crowd had fallen silent.

At first they had laughed when Alex’s name appeared at the very bottom of the ranking stone—ten-thousand-and-something, a nobody from the outer sect daring the trial.

Now that same name climbed the list without pause, passing rank after rank like a spark racing up dry tinder.

Lu Piao’s voice cut through the hush, bright with excitement. “Look—our big brother! He just shot from ten thousand to five thousand. That fast!”

Kuang Liang let out a short, scornful laugh. “Any outer disciple who’s spent a month on Sword Peak could reach five thousand. Nothing shocking about it.”

“Yeah,” another disciple added quickly, folding his arms. “I’m sitting at three thousand myself. Five thousand doesn’t mean a thing.”

“It’s nothing,” one of them muttered.

“Exactly,” another agreed.

They kept watching the ranking stone while they talked, voices still easy and dismissive. But even as the words left their lips, Alex’s name continued its steady climb. It had already reached the three-thousand mark.

A disciple from Thousand Herbs Peak glanced over. “Is getting to the three-thousand rank really that easy?”

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

Inside, though, a flicker of panic stirred in his chest. He had spent more than ten years as an outer disciple on this very peak and had never managed to climb above the four-thousand line.

The sword trial grew merciless the higher you went—each new opponent sharper, faster, more unforgiving. Even the elders still tested themselves against the Sword Stone when they wanted a true challenge.

Elder Guo stood a short distance away, watching the exchange in silence. He understood now that pressing the issue would change nothing.

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

No amount of proof would make them acknowledge a mistake.

Besides, he could not punish them without stirring up serious trouble—especially with Jun Jiu involved. The whole effort had become pointless.

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

“Impossible!” someone cried out. “Alex has already passed the two-thousand rank!”

Kuang Liang and the rest of the Sword Peak disciples fell instantly silent.

On this peak, crossing the two-thousand line meant everything. It marked the divide between outer and inner disciples—the invisible barrier that separated the ordinary from the elite. In a single leap, Alex had now surpassed every outer disciple on Sword Peak.

“Wait,” another voice broke in, tight with disbelief. “He’s already reached the one-thousand rank. How is he moving this fast?”

“Is the Sword Peak trial supposed to be that easy?” someone else asked, confusion thick in his tone.

They had all seen how smoothly Alex advanced, as if the test itself bent to his will.

Nearby, a disciple from another peak stepped forward, medallion in hand, and pressed it firmly against the sword-testing stone. He needed to see the truth for himself.

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