The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter

807

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.

sure are bold! How dare you cause

and shadows blending seamlessly

wondered if they were just hanging around nearby. If so, that felt a bit extreme. For instance, Felix was in Gray City, and he would not sense

as he said, "You think

stance, unleashing a new technique that immediately

the towering figure of an older

as day-had come from this

blade-wielding elder joined them, stepping closer

square,

elder smirked. "Surrender now, or this brat

1/2

Chapter 907

grew strange, and he looked like he was fighting the urge to laugh. He could not believe what he was hearing. Of all the people, they had chosen to take Felix

the other's a

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

late stage." Selmer ran up to