The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

"Fatso, are you sure you're going to jump to conclusions before the fight even starts?" Melissa said. Though Melissa had a point, Nala couldn't help but remain fixated on the mysterious Billy.

She turned her gaze back toward him, curiosity gnawing at her. Honestly, she couldn't see anything extraordinary about the man bundled up in a heavy winter coat.

His aura clearly marked him as someone in the Pulse Realm, so why was everyone so convinced that Ocean was doomed?

When the names were announced, she finally learned that the opponent's name was Wally Ortiz. It was an odd name, to say the least.

"Die!"

As the match began, Ocean showed no intention of holding back.

This was his first fight, and he was determined to make an impression. He needed to demonstrate the brilliance of the second family of Dragonia and pave the way for future triumphs.

Just as he was about to strike, the crowd collectively gasped. Ocean froze, sensing something was terribly wrong, but it was already too late.

Wally had somehow appeared behind him without a sound. With a casual lift of his right hand, he effortlessly grabbed Ocean's arm.

"Impressive speed, but do you really think this is enough to defeat me? Not a chance!"

Though startled, Ocean's training as a martial arts artist, along with his instincts, kept him composed. However, what happened next shattered his confidence.

he realized

his body, spreading like wildfire. It felt like he had been plunged into the deepest,

fast as

Speed like that was far beyond what someone in the

Ocean's forehead...

drew everyone's attention. How could a person freeze like that in the middle of a fight? It was

from Arena One, Felix was on his way back to the resting area when he noticed the

Paragon is truly drawing out some

displayed were nothing short of bizarre. To freeze someone's

"I..."

something was terribly wrong. He tried to move his mouth to concede defeat, but even forming

entire body turned into an ice sculpture in less than five seconds. He was frozen in the exact pose he had been

"No!"

roared in outrage. Yet,

signed an agreement and stamped their fingerprints to

Either they admitted defeat

themselves, or victory was

Life or death was entirely their responsibility, as

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of him. The crowd erupted in shock when