"Who's this fellow?" Dalton asked. He was confused at the sight of Felix. After careful thought, he realized that he had never seen him before."Dad, he's Felix Zeller," Brock answered. "Just now, the people from Martial Alliance—"Before he had even finished speaking, Dalton's expression darkened."Martial Alliance came again?" he asked in distaste. "Do they really think us Meyers are pushovers? Why didn't you call me?"Brock smiled wryly. "Why else, other than that we were afraid you'd worry?"What would they achieve by calling Dalton anyway? They had already exhausted their connections. Who would dare help them once they heard that the Meyers had offended Xerxes' personal subordinate?"Although this may sound shameless, when Curtis arrives later, I'm going to ask him for a favor even if I have to beg for it. The situation with Martial Alliance is ridiculous!"Xena was the Phoenix Warlord. Handling a minor issue like this would be child's play to her."The matter's already be
Curtis frowned, asking, "He's the person you were talking about?""That's right," replied Dalton.Sometimes, situations arose in which one needed to exercise discretion.Felix spoke up at that moment. "Mr. Meyer Senior, Mr. Summers Senior, I'm expecting a guest back home. I'm afraid that it's not an appointment I can reschedule, so I'll take my leave first."After Dalton had escorted Felix out, Curtis started questioning him again."Are you sure he was the one who helped your family and that he didn't ask for any reward?"Whatever the two old men discussed regarding the situation with Martial Alliance, it was no longer Felix's concern. He had already achieved the outcome he wanted—although he knew that Curtis wouldn't change his mind about him due to this incident alone, it was still a good start.…At that moment, there was an electric scooter lying on its side on a street in Canraville, and not far from the scooter lay an old man. There were many onlookers gathered around, an
"Who the hell's trying to play hero now?" Damon turned around, and his face immediately dropped. "Dr… Dr. Leonard?" Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "Isn't that the specialist from Mercy Hospital, Leonard Ziegler?" "It really is! Just last month, I waited two weeks to get an appointment with him for my mom." "Could this young man be some kind of medical prodigy? Even someone like Dr. Leonard is vouching for him." Clearly, Damon recognized Leonard and started stammering, "W-Well… if Dr. Leonard vouches for him, I have no objections." Felix was puzzled. He did not know Leonard. Given his own young age, it also seemed incredible that such a distinguished expert in modern medicine would vouch for a stranger in a life-or-death situation. Nevertheless, saving Arthur was the priority. Felix immediately began the acupuncture treatment. Within minutes, Arthur opened his eyes and managed to stand up with Felix's help. "Dad!" Damon exclaimed joyfully. The onlookers were amazed. A
The note read, "Felix, I've mastered the forbidden technique. Do you dare face me again tonight at the peak of Eastern Mountain?" Was it Solomon again? Felix smirked. He had spared Solomon's life last time to send a message, and also because he did not have martial powers then. It was a tactical retreat, but things were now different. If Solomon was so eager to die, why should Felix spare him? He had thought the Elders' Council would lay low for a while, but apparently not for long. As night fell, Felix drove toward Eastern Mountain. The familiar scenery reminded him of his previous misunderstanding with Xena, which was all because of this mountain. Near the mountain, he encountered a roadblock manned by armed Wolfie troops. He stopped and lowered his window. The guard spoke, "This area is temporarily restricted. Please take a detour." Detour? Where to? This was the only road up the mountain. "Alright." After driving a short distance away, he pulled over and reached for his
"Dexter Grimshaw!" Timothy shouted.Timothy's eyes flashed with intense focus as he suddenly turned toward a large boulder. Sure enough, a figure now stood atop it. It was a short, middle-aged man with dark, withered skin whose appearance could make one's stomach turn. His beady eyes radiated a bone-chilling gleam. Even without looking, Timothy would have recognized the Jack of Hearts from Thirteen Aces by his voice alone. "So you've shown up with your elite squad. It seems someone really did sell me out! Never mind, it actually helps clear up some questions I had," Dexter mocked.Timothy's presence was overwhelming as he sneered. "Heh! You're quite composed. Have you accepted your inevitable death and come to beg for mercy?" Dexter's eyes narrowed, rage flickering within. "Did you think I'll still get beaten up by you like before? If I'm showing myself, you're not leaving here alive!" Timothy showed no fear. He hadn't ascended to the rank of Martial Saint and became one of t
Timothy could not avoid the blade in time as he was still recovering from his previous move. It sliced through his right thigh, instantly revealing his bone as blood sprayed outward. "Damn it! He doesn't feel pain, does he?" Then it hit him–of course Solomon felt nothing. He was Dexter's zombie creation now. Catching movement out of the corner of his eyes, Timothy fought through the pain. He made a feint before charging straight at Dexter, who stood watching from his perch on the boulder. Despite Timothy's rapid approach, Dexter's face showed only amusement and no fear. "You think you're worthy to face me?" Dexter sneered.Just as Timothy expected, Solomon moved with frightening speed to block his path. As minutes ticked by, wounds appeared across Solomon's body as exhaustion creeped into his features. Though Timothy's elite guards tried to assist, Dexter's four zombies, who were equally immune to pain and injury, kept them thoroughly occupied. "Mr. Hunter, Solomon could ac
Timothy stood frozen in shock. Felix had severed both of Dexter's legs with just a flick of his finger, leaving the notorious criminal barely clinging to life with just his upper body. At that moment, Timothy understood something. Felix had to have achieved the Innate Realm. Nothing else explained such overwhelming power. Good God, wasn't Felix just supposed to be a traditional medicine practitioner? Sure, the best practitioners train in both medicine and martial arts, but this is ridiculous! "Perhaps this is your destiny." Felix gazed into Solomon's struggling eyes before striking with his palm. In that final moment, Solomon managed to smile. It was rigid and unnatural but filled with unmistakable relief. "Mr. Hunter, would you call this self-defense?" Felix asked.Timothy let out a bitter laugh, his demeanor now completely different from their first meeting. "Absolutely." With one step, Felix sent Dexter's four zombie warriors flying, never to rise again. Timothy's men rus
"Yes. Lady Summers is at the foot of the mountain," Timothy said. "I'm not part of your organization, so there's no point for me to claim credit. Give them all to Xena," stated Felix. Watching Felix vanish, Timothy examined his battered body and sighed deeply. "Damn! The ladies really do have it better."…At the mountain's base, Xena and Alistair grew anxious as time dragged on. "Lady Summers, could something have gone wrong?" Alistair asked.Xena shook her head. "That's unlikely. Timothy reached the level of Martial Saint last year. He should be able to handle Dexter."Just then, Alistair spotted movement. "They're coming!" They rushed forward, shocked to see Timothy's battered state and torn clothes. "Did Dexter escape?" Timothy pointed. "His legs did. The rest of him is right here." One of his men emerged as he dragged the unconscious Dexter over. The sight of his severed legs was gruesome, but the mission was accomplished. "You need treatment at the Wolfie troops
Ginny was naturally present as well, and she spoke up at that moment. "Mr. Goldstein, no one wanted to see Justus die like that. But why did you bring your people to Longstone residence? Are you suggesting that his sudden death has something to do with us?"Joaquin's expression grew darker as he looked at her. He blamed Ginny for this, thinking that none of this would have happened if she had just agreed earlier. And now, they couldn't even determine the cause of death."No connection? That doctor from your household, Felix Zeller—he's the one responsible for Justus' death."Right then, someone spoke up from the crowd. "That's him! That's Felix Zeller!"Felix, who had been calmly sitting in a chair, finally saw Wagner standing among them. And in that moment, everything made sense."Wagner? You've gotten quite bold, huh?" Gras sneered.Wagner flinched at Gras's words, but remembering that he now had the Goldsteins backing him, he stiffened his spine and stood tall. "Cut the crap
In Cloud City, there were a few noble families. Nonetheless, behind the polite smiles, tensions surged. Infiltrating each other's estates with spies had practically become a tradition. While they rarely uncovered major secrets, the information they did gather always gave them a head start.So when the news broke, Gras didn't doubt it for a second. He jumped to his feet, furious. "This is outrageous! Their son dies, and somehow it's the Longstone family's fault?"Ryker looked just as puzzled, agreeing that the accusation made no sense.But Felix let out a quiet, weary sigh. "Mr. Longstone, I'm afraid this is probably my fault. I'm a doctor, and I've gotten a bit of attention lately. After they failed to determine the cause of Justus' death, and given our meeting earlier today, they likely saw an opportunity to drag your family into the mess." Gras's expression darkened, knowing that Felix wasn't wrong. After all, doctors could also be poisoners, and plenty of martial artists had fa
It was clear someone had said something to Justus. Otherwise, this situation wouldn't have escalated to this point.Felix said calmly, "It was a standard therapeutic massage technique, and I was blindfolded the entire time. Does that explanation satisfy you? Or would you rather find someone else capable of treating Ms. Longstone—I'll gladly step aside if you can."Justus sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. "Cut the crap, Felix. Don't act like I don't know exactly what's going through your head. Ginny's the heiress of the Longstone residence—Gras's precious jewel. Everyone knows that marrying her is like securing the entire household. Don't tell me that thought never crossed your mind.""It didn't," Felix said simply.Unfortunately, that answer was never going to satisfy Justus. He snarled, "Listen up, boy! I'm giving you three days to get the hell out of the Longstone residence. If you don't, you won't even get the chance to regret it. Everyone else might be afraid of Gras—but I
As Wagner watched Justus explode in rage, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. With what he'd just uncovered, there was no need to exaggerate—it was already explosive enough on its own.After all, Justus' future fiancée was touched in that kind of intimate way by a young, healthy doctor. Any man with a spine would lose it."But Justus," Wagner added with a smirk. "Didn't Felix just get publicly praised by the Green King?"Cloud City wasn't that big. Anyone with any influence had been keeping close tabs on Green King Manor—especially with the mystery man who walked out of Desolated Lands involved. So, the news of Felix being rewarded had already spread far and wide.Justus clenched his jaw. "So what? It's just a flash in the pan. If he was truly skilled, the Green King would've kept him. But as long as he hasn't climbed into the Green King's inner circle, I can crush him whenever I want."Wagner's grin widened. That was exactly the attitude he needed. If Justus had shown
The moment the Flame Monarch mentioned the Healer Sage, the Green King's expression shifted noticeably. "So the Sage really was living out there in seclusion... No wonder. Flame Monarch, does this mean you've taken a liking to Felix?"But the Flame Monarch waved his hand dismissively. "There's no need for that."That response made the Green King secretly rejoice. If the Flame Monarch didn't intend to recruit Felix, then he understood why—and that was perfect. It meant the opportunity to take Felix under his own wing was wide open.The night passed quietly. Felix stood beside Christopher's bedside, noticing the man's breathing had grown steady and stable.At this point, the herb had run its course and was no longer effective. But what was left inside Christopher's soul—a strange, lingering force—was exactly what Felix had hoped for.Christopher was alive but completely unconscious. The remaining energy had no regenerative properties, which meant he'd likely never wake again. For Fe
Felix wasn't the least bit surprised by the Flame Monarch's reaction, but he still feigned confusion. "Flame Monarch, I'm sorry... but I don't understand. What do you mean by soul-related injuries?"Just from that single line, Felix confirmed what he suspected—Aquamarinus had no concept of soul-based matters. Whether it was training methods or anything else, this realm hadn't yet touched that domain.The Flame Monarch stared at him, pressure radiating from his body. Felix immediately felt his limbs start to tremble under the invisible weight."You don't know? Then how could you claim to treat that man's condition?" Felix calmly pointed toward the herbs laid out on the table. "The force inside him is definitely strange. It triggered a memory... I once sensed something very similar, and it came from within that herb. It was purely instinct—when something feels familiar, there's a chance it might work."The Flame Monarch shifted his gaze to the herb, then said flatly, "Start from th
Felix gave him a direct and honest answer. "As long as I have enough herbs. I can treat him. I won't promise a full recovery, but one thing I can guarantee you is that this man won't die."For now, that was the best possible answer anyone could offer.The Flame Monarch replied, "Good. Begin. As long as you can keep him alive, you'll be handsomely rewarded."It seemed the Flame Monarch already knew something and never truly expected anyone to completely cure Christopher. Preserving his life alone would already be a feat."Flame Monarch, please reconsider!" one of the elderly doctors suddenly cut in, seething with resentment. "This boy is barely grown—how could he possibly possess such remarkable skill in medicine?"The Flame Monarch turned and gave him a cold, mocking glance. "If he can't do it, then can you?"The old man went silent. Perhaps fearing the loss of favor or acting out of sheer pride, he hesitated. Eventually, he found the courage to speak again."I admit I can't, bu
The Green King's expression changed instantly, and he turned to Felix in a hurry. "Dr. Zeller, please come with me to greet him.""Of course," Felix replied.For anyone in Aquamarinus, getting the chance to see the Flame Monarch up close was like a once-in-a-lifetime dream, and people would probably die happy just for that. Naturally, Felix put on a show of reverence as well, even if he didn't feel it deep down.As they reached the front gate, Felix saw several figures striding toward them with heavy steps. At the front of the group was a towering man, nearly nine feet tall. Even someone as built as Dave looked like a delicate bystander next to him.What stood out the most was his bright crimson hair, which flared upward like flames, making it look like his head was on fire. His facial features were fairly average, but the power behind his gaze radiated pure, undeniable authority.So, this was the Flame Monarch?Felix studied him closely. He suspected the man had cultivated some
According to the rules set by the Flame Monarch, the position of Minor Kings rotated every five years. Those who made outstanding contributions could keep their titles, but anyone who fell short would have to fight for their place all over again.The Green King knew he wasn't particularly strong—he was painfully aware of that. And with the next year marking the fifth year, the pressure was mounting fast. So when Christopher appeared, it felt like fate. If he could heal this man before the Flame Monarch arrived with his elite doctors, the credit would be immense, and his reappointment would be virtually guaranteed. Anyone who had never held a Minor King title wouldn't understand just how many perks came with it. If they did, no one would give it up willingly."I can treat him," Felix said calmly. "But I can't promise a full recovery."The Green King smiled. "Do your best. Even if you can only keep him alive, that alone is worth it."Two doctors before had said that Christopher's b