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    Felix looked up and squinted at the strange sight above. It really did seem like the moon had fallen from the sky. At first, it drifted slowly, but its speed had suddenly multiplied several times over.


    "Interesting technique. Is that a sword move?"


    As Felix quipped, Selmer thrust out his palm, sending a silver light that dispersed into nothingness.


    Felix lightly stepped back several dozen yards. Almost instantly, a cold light swept through where he had been standing,pletely enveloping Selmer.


    "Not a sword strike-it''s an energy de, and a skilled one at that," Felix noted.


    This attack targeting Selmer was far more powerful than Micah from the Starfires Felix could hear an unfamiliarnguage roaring from the attacker''s direction, distinctively Astorian, though he had no idea what they were saying.


    Then, another voice rang out-this oneprehensible. It confirmed something else. There was not just one attacker There were two.


    "Dragonians sure are bold! How dare you cause trouble in Astoria''s territory? You''re asking for death!"


    The second person''s methods were different, their light and shadows blending seamlessly with the energy de tounch a coordinated assault on Selmer.


    Felix figured his earlier disy of power had drawn these two Astorian experts here. He wondered if they were just hanging around nearby. If so, that felt a bit extreme. For instance, Felix was in Gray City, and he would not sense a battle breaking out all the way in Canraville.


    Selmer sneered, his tone dripping with mockery as he said, "You think you''re all that? Fine. I''ll humor you both."


    With a coldugh, he shifted his stance, unleashing a new technique that immediately overwhelmed the two attackers. Just then, a shadow wriggled behind Felix.


    In an instant, it morphed into the towering figure of an older man, who grabbed Felix by the neck with a reverse grip.


    "Stop!" The voice-Dragonian, clear as day-hade from this elder.


    Selmer halted his attacks, and the de-wielding elder joined them, stepping closer to Felix. He was shorter but no less intimidating.


    "You can''t win fair and square, so you take hostages?" Selmer asked.


    The shorter elder smirked. "Surrender now, or this brat is as good as dead."


    Selmer''s expression grew strange, and he looked like he was fighting the urge tough. He could not believe what he was hearing. Of all the people, they had chosen to take Felix as a hostage.


    "If I''m not mistaken, one of you is a warrior, and the other''s a shadowstalker. Don''t you think this feels a little... beneath you?"


    The shorter elder was unfazed. "The result is all that matters. The process? Meaningless. Dragonian warriors who dare to cause trouble in Astoria will have to face the consequences." Felix had enough of their shamelessness. With one step, he broke free of the old man''s grip. Then, to their horror, both attackers found themselves paralyzed.


    "Sir, these two aren''t half bad-probably Blood Realmte stage." Selmer ran up to Felix, eager to please.


    However, he knew Felix had already figured this out long before he mentioned it.


    "What?" Both old men were shocked to realize that Felix, whom they had considered their junior, was actuallymanding such respect from Selmer.


    "You''re not a nobody in Astoria, are you?"


    The elder who had tried to grab Felix managed a shaky smile. "Distinguished gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself-I''m Reagan Thorne, the Shadowstalker Emperor of Astoria, and he''s the founder of Astoria''s warrior school.


    "Our positions here are of utmost importance. Whatever you need, we can help. Just say the word, and it''ll be done instantly. L-Let''s talk this out.


    Felix''s jaw dropped in astonishment when he heard the man was Reagan. After all, Reagan only had power equivalent to thete-stage Blood Realm.