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.

you cause trouble in Astoria's

seamlessly

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 a battle breaking out

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

that immediately overwhelmed the two attackers. Just then, a

an instant, it morphed into the towering figure of an older man, who grabbed Felix by the neck

The voice-Dragonian, clear as

them, stepping closer to Felix. He was

square, so you take hostages?" Selmer

"Surrender now, or this

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laugh. He could not believe what he was hearing. Of all the people, they

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

shorter elder was unfazed. "The result is all that matters. The process? Meaningless. Dragonian warriors who dare to cause trouble in Astoria will have to face the

half bad-probably Blood Realm late stage." Selmer ran up