The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 983

"As the deputy chief of Harmony Clinic, I, Dickson Marlow, will not walk back on my promise," Dickson swore.

The Maximus family members chortled at his reply.

They knew for a fact that Atlas was an early-stage Transcendent Realm martial artist. On the other hand, Felix was just a martial artist in the Physical Refinement Realm. The outcome was already obvious.

The Maximus family would prefer to bring Felix with them without laying a finger on him.

After all, it wasn't their intention to offend those from Harmony Clinic, as that would mean insulting most alchemists in the industry. That might impede the growth of the Maximus family members in martial arts.

Dickson's prior analysis was on point—even if he got into a fight with the Maximus family, they wouldn't kill him. The most they would do was to paralyze him so they could take Felix.

If they killed Dickson, they would get into huge trouble with Harmony Clinic. "Do you agree with that, Felix?" Dickson seemed exasperated after seeing the threatening look in Atlas' eyes.

"What else can I do? You're forcing me into a corner," Felix said.

and the five elders of the Maximus family immediately made way for Felix, each having their

skills. On the other hand, Dickson was aware of Felix's capability to fight the Skeletal

middle-stage of the Transcendent Realm. Dickson feared that Atlas would be in for a tough

in our first battle, I left you completely powerless to fight back. This time won't

the attack. A cloud of demonic black smoke appeared atop his head after he waved his arms, but

by the Rising Dragon to face

undoubtedly one of the geniuses who made it to the Top Ten Menaces of Martial City. His combat power was not to be

leaped into the air with the black smog

massive black arm to form in the air and clawing toward

dragon eyes abruptly formed in the sky. The silver rays shooting from

through Atlas'

swney

advantage of Atlas' landing, Felix suddenly charged at him and bellowed,

a trick or two." Atlas remained composed. Some of

"Oh, you want close