In Dragonia, martial arts had ancient roots. The modern ranking was simple. Anyone below a Martial King was just called a martial artist. Only those who were Martial Kings or above would be respected in those circles.

Above Martial King were levels most could only dream of. For example, there was a Martial Emperor, a Martial God, and a Martial Saint. Felix was now a martial artist who had achieved the level of a Martial Saint.

Most old-timers died without being able to reach that level. To achieve it so young, Felix had to be even better than a prodigy to make it possible.

So Baldo became utterly excited watching Felix drag himself from the rubble. As he was just a Martial Emperor, the chance to rough up a Martial Saint, who was also a genius, had him shaking with excitement.

"I'll take my time with you!" Baldo moved in as he switched from fist to palm. First, he wanted to slap Felix, as nothing could be more disrespectful than that.

"Know your place!" Felix roared. As his foo