The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

The young man seemed to be in his early 20s. Hè casually lifted Felix's Rolls-Royce Cullinan with one hand as if it were weightless and started walking forward.

Lifting something as heavy as a car was not something an ordinary person could do. However, he didn't just lift the car. After taking a few steps, he even balanced it on his pinky finger. Clearly, he wasn't just any martial artist. He had to be someone extraordinary. Felix had no choice but to step forward and stop him. "Excuse me, but that's my car."

The young man paused, looking at Felix with a bit of confusion. "You're sure about that?"

Felix showed him his keys to the car. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure,"

Seeing that, the young man carefully placed the car back down and scratched his head awkwardly. "My bad! I thought it was abandoned. Wait. Is this a Rolls-Royce?"

The young man's expression was sincere, as if he hadn't been exposed to much of the world.

"Yes. It's a Rolls-Royce model called the Cullinan," Felix replied.

The young man grinned. "I knew it! My uncle keeps saying his dream is to drive a Rolls-Royce. I figured I'd just bring one home for him. Guess this one's yours, though." Finding him interesting, Felix approached him. "If you want to get your uncle a Rolls-Royce, you can't just take one. You'll have to buy it. But it's not cheap."

The young man fished around in his pocket and pulled out a little over a thousand dollars. "Is this enough?"

Enough? It might buy a single screw from the car. "Not even close. Like I said, this car is very expensive."

"Ah..." The young man looked disappointed, sighing heavily. Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, his face brightened. "Have you heard of the Dragonia Martial Arts Competition?" "Yeah, I've heard of it."

The young man lit up with excitement. "Do you think the prize for winning the tournament is enough to buy a Rolls-Royce?"

Felix's expression turned a bit strange. Was this guy planning to enter the Dragonia Martial Arts Competition, too? He wasn't expecting that. "Yes, of course," he replied.

The top prize for this year's Dragonia

Martial Arts Competition wasn't just

the prestigious Lone Paragon

technique. It also came with a whopping cash prize of a hundred million dollars. The second-place prize was 60 million dollars, and the

third place got 30 million dollars.

Of course, for those capable of earning high rankings, money wasn't their main motivation. The cash was just an added bonus.

"That's perfect! Once I win the tournament, I can finally get my uncle his dream car."

The young man practically jumped for joy before clasping his hands together and thanking Felix, "Thanks for clearing that up for me. My name's Ronan Morel." "I'm Felix Zeller," he replied.

Ronan seemed about to say something else when his attention suddenly snapped toward the nearby forest. Though there was nothing visible there, he kept staring. Felix, still standing beside his Cullinan, raised an eyebrow in surprise. Ronan didn't seem to be just a regular martial artist.

A few moments later, someone emerged from the forest, their eyes locked onto Felix with deadly intent.

"Die!"

The word was barely out of the attacker's mouth before they lunged at Felix.

Felix was just about to defend himself when, out of nowhere, the assailant was sent flying backward, crashing into a tree and slumping unconscious to the ground. "Whoa! Did I kill him?" Ronan exclaimed.

He had thrown a punch so casually that it seemed almost effortless, yet its impact was devastating.

Ronan rushed over to check thenoveldrama

attacker's breathing and exhaled in relief. "He's still alive. Grandpa

always said people outside aren't as tough as they look Guess he was right held back, and I still almost kiffed the guy.

Felix stood frozen in place, completely stunned. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

The attacker was an early-stage

Blood Realm fighter, a formidable opponent by any standard. However, Ronan had taken him down with a

single punch, as if it were nothing. How strong was Ronan, really?

"Felix, you've answered so many of my questions today. Let's call that punch my way of helping you out,

Ronan said.