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.

half an hour later, a staff member, accompanied

staff member held a box in his arms for the draw. Meanwhile,

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

To him, the champion was undoubtedly Aiden. The only

Downy." Felix rose, casually drew a lot, and unfolded

bore the number

The box contained only one

was the one he least wanted. He said, "Well, difficult as it

Aiden could conserve his strength and hold back his trump cards

was that Felix's grimace wasn't because Milo was a powerful opponent, but because she was Ronan's close

made it tricky for Felix to determine how far he could go

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