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."

by a sudden idea, his face brightened. "Have you heard of the Dragonia Martial

"Do you think the prize for winning the tournament is enough to

turned a bit strange. Was this guy planning to enter the Dragonia

prize for this

Arts Competition wasn't

the prestigious Lone Paragon

came with a whopping cash prize of a hundred million

got

money wasn't their main

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man practically jumped for joy before clasping his hands together and thanking Felix, "Thanks for clearing that up for me. My name's Ronan Morel."

there was nothing visible there, he

forest, their

"Die!"

was barely out of the

of nowhere, the assailant was sent flying backward, crashing

punch so casually that it seemed almost

over

and exhaled in relief. "He's still