Felix had to admit that whoever was behind this underground fight club clearly had some serious connections. Headquarters itself did not have a single Grandmaster, yet they managed to get one to guard this place.

Usually, Grandmasters either stayed hidden or proudly maintained their independence, so convincing one to act as a mere guard was impressive.

Without wasting a second, Felix casually pointed his finger again. Instantly, Eason was hurled backward through the air, slamming hard against the wall.

"Can I go in now?" Felix asked calmly.

While struggling to stand, Eason coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. He was also a Grandmaster, yet Felix defeated him effortlessly—without even using any real moves. Eason knew very clearly that Felix had held back; otherwise, he would have already died.

Upon realizing his life depended on it, Eason swallowed nervously and rushed forward, abandoning all pride. With a flattering expression, he bowed slightly