Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 749

Chapter 749

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Julia watched Wanda’s expression of pure devotion and felt a pang of concern. She sighed inwardly, thinking to herself, “Ashton will either fight his way to the very top of the world or die very young.”

There was a howling sound as streaks of energy continued to surge. Ashton blocked Myron’s strike with his punch, a grin spreading across his face. “Is that all the power you have? It’s my turn now!”

“How is this possible?” Myron stared, dazed and shell–shocked. He refused to accept that Ashton had tanked his strike. After all, that punch was supposed to be the ultimate expression of power.

Ashton didn’t give Myron a second to process his fear. He had already gone on the offensive, the lightning and flame swirling around him growing even more menacing as he unleashed another Sixfold Draconic Fist.

A draconic roar thundered through the air. Myron’s heart sank, feeling as though he was facing an enraged tyrant.

In that very instant, the tide of the fight was completely turned.

Myron gritted his teeth and threw a counter, but he was completely overwhelmed and forced into a retreat. The power he mustered was shattered and extinguished piece by piece under Ashton’s rapid, ferocious assault.

It was moments later that Ashton tore right through Myron’s “all–or–nothing” strike. He landed a solid blow on Myron, sending him flying backward.

He refused to grant Myron even a moment’s respite. He stayed on top of him, unleashing a flurry of punches that landed on Myron’s vitals like a whirlwind.

There was a succession of resonant clangs and explosions as Myron’s titan–sized body was littered with crater–like bruises where Ashton’s fists had landed, and blood erupted from him in a relentless spray.

It was obvious to everyone that Myron had become nothing more than a punching bag. He was clearly no longer a match for

Ashton.

“You’re nothing but a Jalunese bastard! How dare you show such insolence in Casoria!” Ashton’s black, metallic fist hammered down with a thunderous crash, ruthlessly smashing Myron’s body into the ground.

Myron lay in a pool of blood as blood spurted violently, his impact carving a massive, human–shaped crater in the ground. He was on the verge of death, his body rapidly returning to its normal size.

He was a mangled mess. Not an inch of his skin remained whole, and his ribs and tendons were left exposed in a most pitiable

state.

“Well done!”

It was then that a thunderous cheer rose from the masses, born of pure exhilaration. They had been fuming ever since Myron insulted Casorian martial arts, but seeing Ashton crush him brought them immense satisfaction. They could feel a wave of national pride and honor washing over them.

Ashton dragged his bloody frame over to Myron a moment later and planted his foot firmly on his face, grinding it down ruthlessly.

He then cast a disdainful look toward Flint and Gareth, stating with a sneer, “Is this the Jalunese bastard you colluded with, Mr. Vance? He deserves to die just as much as you do! You’re nothing but a traitor! Do you see what’s coming for you now?”

He looked completely unstoppable and full of swagger. He radiated raw masculinity and an intense magnetism that drew a wave of screams from the women in the crowd.

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