The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 897

The young man seemed to be in his early 20s. Hè casually lifted Felix's Rolls-Royce Cullinan with one hand as if it were weightless and started walking forward.

Lifting something as heavy as a car was not something an ordinary person could do. However, he didn't just lift the car. After taking a few steps, he even balanced it on his pinky finger. Clearly, he wasn't just any martial artist. He had to be someone extraordinary. Felix had no choice but to step forward and stop him. "Excuse me, but that's my car."

The young man paused, looking at Felix with a bit of confusion. "You're sure about that?"

Felix showed him his keys to the car. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure,"

Seeing that, the young man carefully placed the car back down and scratched his head awkwardly. "My bad! I thought it was abandoned. Wait. Is this a Rolls-Royce?"

The young man's expression was sincere, as if he hadn't been exposed to much of the world.

"Yes. It's a Rolls-Royce model called the Cullinan," Felix replied.

The young man grinned. "I knew it! My uncle keeps saying his dream is to drive a Rolls-Royce. I figured I'd just bring one home for him. Guess this one's yours, though." Finding him interesting, Felix approached him. "If you want to get your uncle a Rolls-Royce, you can't just take one. You'll have to buy it. But it's not cheap."

The young man fished around in his pocket and pulled out a little over a thousand dollars. "Is this enough?"

Enough? It might buy a single screw from the car. "Not even close. Like I said, this car is very expensive."

sudden idea, his face brightened.

think the prize for winning the

a bit strange. Was this guy planning to enter the Dragonia Martial Arts Competition, too?

prize for this

Competition wasn't

the prestigious Lone Paragon

whopping cash prize of a hundred million dollars. The second-place prize

place got 30 million

those capable of earning high rankings, money wasn't

tournament, I

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clasping his hands together and thanking Felix, "Thanks for clearing that up for me. My name's Ronan Morel." "I'm Felix Zeller," he

about to say something else when his attention suddenly snapped toward the nearby forest. Though there was nothing visible there, he kept staring. Felix,

moments later, someone emerged from the forest, their eyes

"Die!"

out of the

sent flying backward, crashing into a tree and slumping unconscious to the ground. "Whoa!

casually that it seemed almost effortless, yet its

rushed over

exhaled in relief. "He's