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!"

he could not determine the compound's purpose. A dozen gunmen surrounded him, with snipers visible on

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

cautious. "If I win, can

blond man smiled. "Yes. Beat me,

crackling with energy. Within seconds, he visibly grew taller and broader. It was an unsettling transformation. "Dragonian martial artists

Martial King, impossible for someone untrained. The strange transformation must have enhanced him. As the man got close, Felix's kick sent him flying like

transformation, a voice rang out,

immediately calmed down, bowing respectfully. "Dr. Phillips, I... I was just having some fun with him." Elliott

was one of the

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traditional medicine in Yartford. He had been the most dismissive toward traditional