The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

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"Is it because I'm a martial artist? How did he figure that out?" Felix wondered to himself.

He got in the car without resistance. In a country flooded with weapons, anyone bold enough to show a gun was surely ready to use it.

The submachine guns couldn't hurt him, but gunfire at an airport would draw massive attention. News coverage would follow, which would kill any chance of completing his mission. After all, who wouldn't make headlines after surviving multiple gunshots? "That's more like it," said the blonde man, satisfied with Felix's compliance. At his nod, the van started moving.

Two hours later, they had left the city behind as they drove through endless desert, which was typical Gunerian landscape. They continued off-road for another hour before reaching a compound surrounded by high walls. Armed guards at the entrance meant this was no ordinary facility.

"You can get out now!"

Felix stepped down, he could not determine the compound's purpose. A

taking you inside, I'm curious about Dragonian martial artists. You're my first

"If I win,

"Yes. Beat me, and

as his body convulsed, crackling with energy. Within seconds, he visibly grew taller and

Martial King, impossible for someone untrained. The strange transformation must have enhanced him. As the

red glow intensified around his hands, promising another transformation, a

immediately calmed down, bowing respectfully. "Dr. Phillips,

was one of the Gunerian doctors who had

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in Yartford. He had been the most dismissive toward traditional