The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

At some point, Felix's free hand had raised and clenched into a fist. It met Heath's massive punch head- on, despite the stark size difference between their hands.

Felix's smaller fist somehow contained a terrifying power that halted Heath's advance.

Aiden's expression fell.

The shockwave from the clash had a force on par with the power of a late-stage Blood Realm attack.

It was now clear to him that Felix's previous victory against a True Blood Realm master in Guneria wasn't due to outside intervention. It was highly likely that Felix had achieved it himself.

"You might barely qualify to fight me," Felix remarked.

At last, even the spectators were in awe. While the fight was a straightforward display of raw power rather than a dazzling spectacle, it was undeniably thrilling.

"I yield."

Just as everyone thought the battle was about to erupt in full force, Heath suddenly retracted his hand and voluntarily conceded defeat.

"You've surprised me," Felix said with a light chuckle.

my limits. The allure of the Lone Paragon is immense, but I didn't expect to meet someone

meet again someday," Felix

contending for the Lone Paragon

luck might influence second or third place but never the

Felix didn't have to return to the resting area. He only needed to wait for

rushed, as if the organizers were desperate to crown a

Two,

platform again. Following him was a new challenger-Nyla's friend, Milo Nichols,

going to

if sensing this bout would

a grin, "Not

strong. Wally's tough,

methods were mostly effective against weaker opponents. Milo won't fall for

the platform, Wally spoke. "It seems you're not

Sect techniques? You think you can fool me with

narrowed. He hadn't expected someone