The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

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Felix looked up and squinted at the strange sight above. It really did seem like the moon had fallen from the sky. At first, it drifted slowly, but its speed had suddenly multiplied several times over.

"Interesting technique. Is that a sword move?"

As Felix quipped, Selmer thrust out his palm, sending a silver light that dispersed into nothingness.

Felix lightly stepped back several dozen yards. Almost instantly, a cold light swept through where he had been standing, completely enveloping Selmer.

"Not a sword strike-it's an energy blade, and a skilled one at that," Felix noted.

This attack targeting Selmer was far more powerful than Micah from the Starfires Felix could hear an unfamiliar language roaring from the attacker's direction, distinctively Astorian, though he had no idea what they were saying.

Then, another voice rang out-this one comprehensible. It confirmed something else. There was not just one attacker There were two.

bold! How dare you cause trouble in Astoria's territory? You're asking

were different, their light and shadows blending seamlessly with

so, that felt a bit extreme. For instance, Felix was in Gray City, and he would not sense a battle breaking out all the

dripping with mockery as he said, "You think you're all

stance, unleashing a new technique that immediately overwhelmed the two attackers. Just then, a shadow wriggled behind

towering figure of an older man, who grabbed Felix by the neck with a reverse

The voice-Dragonian, clear as day-had

stepping

fair and square, so you

elder smirked. "Surrender now, or this brat is as good as

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he looked like he was fighting the urge to laugh. He could not believe what he was hearing. Of

warrior, and the other's a shadowstalker. Don't you think this feels

face the consequences." Felix had enough of their shamelessness. With one step, he broke free of the old man's grip. Then,

these two aren't half bad-probably Blood Realm late stage." Selmer ran up