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.

How dare you cause trouble

their light and shadows blending seamlessly with the energy blade to launch

just hanging around nearby. If so, that felt a bit extreme. For instance, Felix was in Gray City, and he would

said,

he shifted his stance, unleashing a new technique that immediately overwhelmed the two attackers. Just

into the towering figure of an older man, who grabbed Felix by the

The voice-Dragonian, clear as day-had come

elder joined them, stepping

fair and square, so

now, or this brat is as good as

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urge to laugh. He could not believe what he was hearing. Of all

is a warrior, and the

Meaningless. Dragonian warriors who dare to cause trouble in Astoria will have to face the consequences." Felix had enough of their shamelessness. With one

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