Facing off against the Ancient Sage would make most martial artists freeze. His legendary feats were endless, and his reputation alone was enough to send people running. Even so, Felix looked straight at Gerald and didn't hesitate.

He said, "I'm in. If I can't even handle the Ancient Sage, then I've got no business entering some interstellar tournament under the Star Alliance."

His three seniors looked at him with loving concern, clearly pained to see him risk so much—especially since part of it was for their sake.

Only Gerald laughed out loud. " That's the answer I was hoping for. If you'd said no, I would've personally stepped in to shut my little brother down so he couldn't come after you."

He raised two fingers and continued with a serious tone. "You're two full stages below Extreme Mastery. Even with Lone Paragon on your side, the chances of being one-shot by the Ancient Sage are still very real—every powerhouse has their trump cards.

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