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At some point, Felix’s free hand had raised and clenched into a fist. It met Heath’s massive punch head–on, despite the stark size difference between their hands.
Felix’s smaller fist somehow contained a terrifying power that halted Heath’s advance.
Aiden’s expression fell.
The shockwave from the clash had a force on par with the power of a late–stage Blood Realm attack.
It was now clear to him that Felix’s previous victory against a True Blood Realm master in Guneria wasn’t due to outside intervention. It was highly likely that Felix had achieved it himself.
“You might barely qualify to fight me,” Felix remarked.
At last, even the spectators were in awe. While the fight was a straightforward display of raw power rather than a dazzling spectacle, it was undeniably thrilling.
“I yield.”
Just as everyone thought the battle was about to erupt in full force, Heath suddenly retracted his hand and voluntarily conceded defeat.
“You’ve surprised me,” Felix said with a light chuckle.
Heath shook his head. “I know my limits. The allure of the Lone Paragon is immense, but I didn’t expect to meet someone of your caliber before even reaching the finals. I accept my defeat.”
“Perhaps we’ll meet again someday,” Felix replied.
Heath’s elimination disqualified him from contending for the Lone Paragon title.
Despite its flaws, the competition’s rules ensured that luck might influence second or third place but never the champion’s outcome.
With his victory secured on Arena One, Felix didn’t have to return to the resting area. He only needed to wait for the winners of Arena Two and Three before the final round could begin.
The competition felt rushed, as if the organizers were desperate to crown a champion as quickly as possible.
In Arena Two, Wally stepped onto the platform again. Following him was a new challenger–Nyla’s friend, Milo Nichols, who always carried her sword. 1
“Now, this is going to be interesting.”
Billy perked up as if sensing this bout would be something special. “Do you think Milo will concede?”
Nala replied with a grin, “Not likely. Milo’s strong. Wally’s tough, sure, but his earlier methods were mostly effective against weaker opponents. Milo won’t fall for that!”
As they stepped onto the platform, Wally spoke, “It seems you’re not planning to surrender.”
Milo sneered. “Icejade Sect techniques? You think you can fool me with your little tricks?”
Wally’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected someone to recognize his origins.
“Then let’s see what you’ve got.”
The fight began, and Wally vanished, employing the same stealthy tactics he had used in previous matches to take
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down Milo.
In an instant, Milo disappeared too, and the sharp sound of a sword being drawn rang out. A flash of silver light streaked across the platform, visible to everyone for the briefest moment.
When Milo reappeared standing in Wally’s original position, her sword was already sliding back into its scabbard.
As the sword clicked into place, Wally staggered several steps back. Clutching his neck, he stared in disbelief as blood gushed from the wound.
“You… How is this possible?” he choked out before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.
Even in death, his expression was one of utter shock.
“Idiot,” Milo muttered. Her poise was unshaken as she descended the platform.
Felix couldn’t help but smile wryly. “That woman’s trouble. I hope I don’t face her in the finals.”
Chapter 920
+25 BONUS
At some point, Felix’s free hand had raised and clenched into a fist. It met Heath’s massive punch head–on, despite the stark size difference between their hands.
Felix’s smaller fist somehow contained a terrifying power that halted Heath’s advance.
Aiden’s expression fell.
The shockwave from the clash had a force on par with the power of a late–stage Blood Realm attack.
It was now clear to him that Felix’s previous victory against a True Blood Realm master in Guneria wasn’t due to outside intervention. It was highly likely that Felix had achieved it himself.
“You might barely qualify to fight me,” Felix remarked.
At last, even the spectators were in awe. While the fight was a straightforward display of raw power rather than a dazzling spectacle, it was undeniably thrilling.
“I yield.”
Just as everyone thought the battle was about to erupt in full force, Heath suddenly retracted his hand and voluntarily conceded defeat.
“You’ve surprised me,” Felix said with a light chuckle.
Heath shook his head. “I know my limits. The allure of the Lone Paragon is immense, but I didn’t expect to meet someone of your caliber before even reaching the finals. I accept my defeat.”
“Perhaps we’ll meet again someday,” Felix replied.
Heath’s elimination disqualified him from contending for the Lone Paragon title.
Despite its flaws, the competition’s rules ensured that luck might influence second or third place but never the champion’s outcome.
With his victory secured on Arena One, Felix didn’t have to return to the resting area. He only needed to wait for the winners of Arena Two and Three before the final round could begin.
The competition felt rushed, as if the organizers were desperate to crown a champion as quickly as possible.
In Arena Two, Wally stepped onto the platform again. Following him was a new challenger–Nyla’s friend, Milo Nichols, who always carried her sword. 1
“Now, this is going to be interesting.”
Billy perked up as if sensing this bout would be something special. “Do you think Milo will concede?”
Nala replied with a grin, “Not likely. Milo’s strong. Wally’s tough, sure, but his earlier methods were mostly effective against weaker opponents. Milo won’t fall for that!”
As they stepped onto the platform, Wally spoke, “It seems you’re not planning to surrender.”
Milo sneered. “Icejade Sect techniques? You think you can fool me with your little tricks?”
Wally’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected someone to recognize his origins.
“Then let’s see what you’ve got.”
The fight began, and Wally vanished, employing the same stealthy tactics he had used in previous matches to take
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down Milo.
In an instant, Milo disappeared too, and the sharp sound of a sword being drawn rang out. A flash of silver light streaked across the platform, visible to everyone for the briefest moment.
When Milo reappeared standing in Wally’s original position, her sword was already sliding back into its scabbard.
As the sword clicked into place, Wally staggered several steps back. Clutching his neck, he stared in disbelief as blood gushed from the wound.
“You… How is this possible?” he choked out before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.
Even in death, his expression was one of utter shock.
“Idiot,” Milo muttered. Her poise was unshaken as she descended the platform.
Felix couldn’t help but smile wryly. “That woman’s trouble. I hope I don’t face her in the finals.”
Chapter 920
+25 BONUS
At some point, Felix’s free hand had raised and clenched into a fist. It met Heath’s massive punch head–on, despite the stark size difference between their hands.
Felix’s smaller fist somehow contained a terrifying power that halted Heath’s advance.
Aiden’s expression fell.
The shockwave from the clash had a force on par with the power of a late–stage Blood Realm attack.
It was now clear to him that Felix’s previous victory against a True Blood Realm master in Guneria wasn’t due to outside intervention. It was highly likely that Felix had achieved it himself.
“You might barely qualify to fight me,” Felix remarked.
At last, even the spectators were in awe. While the fight was a straightforward display of raw power rather than a dazzling spectacle, it was undeniably thrilling.
“I yield.”
Just as everyone thought the battle was about to erupt in full force, Heath suddenly retracted his hand and voluntarily conceded defeat.
“You’ve surprised me,” Felix said with a light chuckle.
Heath shook his head. “I know my limits. The allure of the Lone Paragon is immense, but I didn’t expect to meet someone of your caliber before even reaching the finals. I accept my defeat.”
“Perhaps we’ll meet again someday,” Felix replied.
Heath’s elimination disqualified him from contending for the Lone Paragon title.
Despite its flaws, the competition’s rules ensured that luck might influence second or third place but never the champion’s outcome.
With his victory secured on Arena One, Felix didn’t have to return to the resting area. He only needed to wait for the winners of Arena Two and Three before the final round could begin.
The competition felt rushed, as if the organizers were desperate to crown a champion as quickly as possible.
In Arena Two, Wally stepped onto the platform again. Following him was a new challenger–Nyla’s friend, Milo Nichols, who always carried her sword. 1
“Now, this is going to be interesting.”
Billy perked up as if sensing this bout would be something special. “Do you think Milo will concede?”
Nala replied with a grin, “Not likely. Milo’s strong. Wally’s tough, sure, but his earlier methods were mostly effective against weaker opponents. Milo won’t fall for that!”
As they stepped onto the platform, Wally spoke, “It seems you’re not planning to surrender.”
Milo sneered. “Icejade Sect techniques? You think you can fool me with your little tricks?”
Wally’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected someone to recognize his origins.
“Then let’s see what you’ve got.”
The fight began, and Wally vanished, employing the same stealthy tactics he had used in previous matches to take
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Chapter 920
down Milo.
In an instant, Milo disappeared too, and the sharp sound of a sword being drawn rang out. A flash of silver light streaked across the platform, visible to everyone for the briefest moment.
When Milo reappeared standing in Wally’s original position, her sword was already sliding back into its scabbard.
As the sword clicked into place, Wally staggered several steps back. Clutching his neck, he stared in disbelief as blood gushed from the wound.
“You… How is this possible?” he choked out before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.
Even in death, his expression was one of utter shock.
“Idiot,” Milo muttered. Her poise was unshaken as she descended the platform.
Felix couldn’t help but smile wryly. “That woman’s trouble. I hope I don’t face her in the finals.”
