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, entered

his arms for the draw. Meanwhile, two warlords escorting

money on you!" Hector gave a thumbs-up, his enthusiastic encouragement bringing an

remained expressionless. To him, the champion was undoubtedly Aiden. The only real challenge was Milo,

rose, casually drew a lot, and

bore the

everyone else drawn their numbers?" he asked. The box contained only one remaining slip. "Yes. Your

the potential matchups, facing Milo was the one he least wanted. He said, "Well, difficult as

meant that Aiden could conserve his strength and hold back his trump

because Milo was a powerful opponent,

for Felix to determine how far he could

the hour passed, it was finally time for the semifinals, which were structured as sequential matches