The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Back in the resting area, Felix had barely settled in when the announcer's voice rang out again. Suddenly, a section of the cliff face seemed to shift, startling everyone.

The southern cliff wall, which appeared to ripple, revealed itself to be something entirely unexpected. It wasn't stone but a person.

Until then, no one had noticed his presence. He had been sitting cross-legged with his head lowered, blending seamlessly with the cliff. One could tell he was no ordinary person.

"Competitor number three, Heath Stanton. Interesting," Felix muttered, a faint smile crossing his lips. Heath's ability to suppress his essence was exceptional. Even Felix hadn't sensed him. Surely, he had to be a powerful opponent.

"I... I surrender!"

The competitor assigned to fight Heath had barely moved the boulder blocking their path when they turned to face him, then promptly bolted.

Heath stood tall at nearly eight feet with a hulking frame that somehow seemed almost harmless. At the declaration of surrender, he calmly retreated to his spot and resumed his cross-legged position.

If one didn't look carefully, it was as though he'd vanished into thin air.

The matches progressed quickly after that.

competitors who dominated effortlessly, either overwhelming their opponents with sheer aura or ending

drew him as an opponent forfeited immediately to avoid facing certain

chest to calm her nerves. Even

chimed in, "wasn't Ronan's friend Milo assigned to

on Melissa, and she exclaimed, "Oh no! You're right! Milo and I got along

surely she'll surrender too,

after she said that, the ground beneath them

vibration came again,

a move this time. He's up against

As everyone turned toward the source they collectively gasped in astonishment

ripples through the ground, a testament

the... Can Felix even take him on?"

the waiting area. He'd secured his victory and had time

fortunate

with fellow martial artists, his path to the next round