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.

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

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

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Arena Two,

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