The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

At the Greene family estate, Alden sat frowning. He held the same expression for quite some time.

Meanwhile, Asher was in great turmoil and could not calm down.

Aiden had sent a True Blood martial artist to kill Felix, yet the mission had failed. The assassin had gone missing, while Felix returned alive. He was completely unscathed, according to the reports. "Aiden, should we strike again?" Asher asked cautiously.

Aiden waved his hand dismissively.

"There's no time to waste on him for now. The Dragonja Martial Arts Competition is just around the corner, and the championship prize is the Lone Paragon ancient secret technique. That should be our priority." Standing up, Aiden smiled confidently.

"Only I am worthy of Lone Paragon. Anyone else who dares to covet it is nothing more than a fool."

After a moment of hesitation, Asher asked carefully, "What if Felix decides to participate?"

There were two possibilities regarding Felix. The first was that he had reached the True Blood Realm and was capable of protecting himself and defeating such a powerful assassin. The second possibility was that he had someone even stronger by his side. Based on the available information, the former seemed more likely. It was likely Felix had handled the matter himself.

With that level of strength, combined with his age, would he not participate?

Aiden's eyes flashed with a cold gleam.

"He'd better participate. If I encounter him, I can kill him openly and legitimately!"

This martial arts tournament would be semi-public. Ordinary citizens wouldn't even have the right to know about it, let alone watch it in person. Only the elite figures with power and influence in Dragonia would receive invitations to attend.noveldrama

The tournament rules had also been announced: a match would end if one competitor voluntarily admitted defeat. If they didn't-or didn't get the chance to-then, unfortunately, their death would be their own responsibility.

In the past, Asher would've been certain Felix would die if he crossed paths with Aiden. However, he wasn't so sure of that anymore.

Meanwhile, at Skyward Guild, Stamford had finally met with Terry, who was the leader of the sect.

"Mr. Miles, as I said earlier, sending someone to Dragonia was a terrible idea. Felix is alive and well, and he even called me. What should we do?"

Terry's face darkened. Losing a guardian of the True Blood Realm was a devastating blow, one that even

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he felt deeply. The resources, effort, and time needed to cultivate such a powerhouse were immense. And now, that investment was gone.

"Enough with the pointless chatter! One wrong step leads to another, and we can't turn back now. What do you expect me to do? Do you expect me to apologize to Felix?"

Stamford smiled wryly. He didn't dare say that out loud. Skyward Guild, as the top sect in Dragonia, had its pride. Unless it was someone truly above them, the idea of their leader apologizing was simply out of the question.

"At the end of the day, Felix has no evidence. If he wants revenge, he will have to do it himself. He cannot abuse his position as a Dragon Knight. So, why fear him?"

As Terry said that, a cruel glint appeared in his eyes. "The Dragonia Martial Arts Competition is coming up. Do you think a young talent like Felix would sit it out?" Stamford's face turned pale with shock.

"Mr. Miles! Are you planning to kill Felix during the tournament?"

"Why not? As long as he doesn't get the chance to admit defeat, there's no need to worry about any repercussions. Even the headquarters won't say a word."

Stamford's body visibly trembled as he heard that. "Are you planning to send Zack into the tournament? But Zack still hasn't fully mastered controlling his energy! What if it backfires during the tournament? How would we explain that?"