The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

To Felix's surprise, the winner of Arena Three turned out to be Ronan, whose strength was remarkable. Once all four finalists agreed they didn't need much rest, the championship match was scheduled for an hour later. It would adopt a draw-lot system to determine the pairings for two one-on-one matches. Felix sat alone in the resting area with his eyes closed as he meditated. The rules prohibited any interaction between contestants during this period.

"Felix, are you really going to continue?"

The unexpected voice made him open his eyes, and he saw Xena had entered the room.

"Of course. I've come this far. Is there any reason not to?"

A trace of worry flickered in Xena's eyes. She hadn't wanted to come but couldn't suppress her emotions. "Those three... not one of them is simple. I can't say more, but you should think carefully."

Felix smiled. "Don't worry. I'm not simple either, am I?"

Xena stared at him for a long moment before turning and leaving without another word.

staff member, accompanied by Hector and Cairo,

arms for the draw. Meanwhile,

Hector gave a thumbs-up,

the champion was undoubtedly Aiden. The only real challenge was Milo, who was

rose, casually

slip bore the number

he asked. The box contained only one remaining slip. "Yes. Your

was the one he least wanted. He said, "Well, difficult as it may be, I'll

other hand, felt immensely relieved. This matchup meant that Aiden could conserve his strength and hold back his

Milo was a powerful

Felix to determine how

the semifinals, which were