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.

Paragon is immense, but I didn't expect to meet someone of your caliber before

meet again someday," Felix

from contending for the Lone

the competition's rules ensured that luck might influence second or third place but

to return to the resting area. He only needed to wait for the winners of Arena

rushed, as if the organizers were desperate to

Arena Two, Wally stepped

again. Following him was a new challenger-Nyla's

this is going

this bout would be something special. "Do you think Milo will

with a

strong. Wally's tough, sure,

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

onto the platform, Wally spoke. "It seems

techniques? You think you can fool

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