A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1570

In contrast to the panic experienced by her allies, Junie appeared as unconcerned as ever. Even in the face of grave danger, there was not a trace of fear on her serene expression. Underthe moonlight, Junie stood her ground. Her confidence made her beauty all the more intoxicating.

As her skirt and hair billowed in the wind, she merely smiled at her approaching foe.

King of Fighters interpreted this as mockery toward him.

"What's so funny? Aren't you afraid of death?" he demanded, incensed by her reaction. "Soon you wouldn't even have the opportunity to shed tears!"

Fueled by his rage, Mo Gucheng summoned all of his might behind the swing.

"Stop! How dare you!" Gaius shouted as King of Fighters was closing in on Junie.

It's no use. King of Fighters and his men have already made up their minds to fight to the death today.

"For you to remain alive is a desecration to the hallowed grounds of China and of War God Castle's reputation!"

Mo Gucheng's eyes narrowed. No longer livid, his expression was one of righteous justice.

"It's all over, little girl."

Like the verdict of death, his proclamation echoed throughout the night.

Just when King of Fighters thought that the girl before him was doomed, Junie smiled once more.

"Sorry to disappoint you again, King of Fighters."

"Eh?" King of Fighters halted in his tracks in confusion. Before he could make sense of what she said, the space ahead began to fill with a cold breeze.

A powerful force from afar began to take shape. Still formless, it lifted the pebbles and sand up in the air which began to solidify from cold. An instant later, every drop of moisture in the air turned into ice.

Ice daggers, too many to count, soon filled the night sky. As if obeying an unseen master, the daggers hurled across the night sky toward King of Fighters as one. They traveled so quickly that only a soft whooshing sound could be heard in their wake.

Mo Gucheng stared at the icy daggers in horror.

We have another powerful foe. Or should I say equal of me?

Faced with millions of icy daggers, Mo Gucheng found himself unable to carry out his threat against Junie.

Whoosh!

The icicles broke apart in midair and in the next instant, a hailstorm wrecked havoc upon the scene.

King of Fighters did not manage to withstand the hailstorm very long. With a mighty shudder, King of Fighters coughed up blood and found himself whisked away like a kite lost in a hurricane. "King of Fighters!" Tang Hao and Sword Saint shouted in a panic.

"D*mn it, who is it this time?" Tang Hao bellowed. "How do you cowards have so many allies?"

Aren't they done yet? They've already sent forth three Supremes. How many more do they have?

"How many Supremes did Tang Yun send over in secret?" Tang Hao scowled.

Though Sword Saint said nothing, his expression grew graver.

Gazing into the distance, his heart expressed what his lips could not. I hope it's not a supreme grandmaster this time. If it is, War God Castle would undoubtedly be overrun. Junie's involvement when it was an even fight was enough to turn the tides against us. If another supreme grandmaster appears on their side, all hope for our victory would be lost.

"We'll improvise later, Tang Hao," Sword Saint said in a low voice. "Be prepared to retreat if things go south. There's no need to sacrifice ourselves foolishly."

As the situation was taking a turn for the worse, Sword Saint was beginning to consider backup plans.

Tang Hao nodded in agreement.

As the two of them were discussing about a strategy, another gust of chilly wind blew at them from the depths of the night.

The cold that struck the core made tough warriors like Tang Hao shudder involuntarily.

This time, the wind accompanied the appearance of a blurry figure.

It wore a long billowing robe. Underthe moonlight, a flash of icy blue was momentarily visible.

"Eh? Who is this?" Tang Hao and Sword Saint frowned uncertainly.

It was only until the figure approached them that Sword Saint and Tang Hao were able to get a clearer look at the newcomer's face.

Upon recognizing him, they burst out into a laughter of relief.

"Su, it's you! Bloody hell, you scared me. I'd thought that you've come to the aid of these scoundrels!"

With a dash forward, he pulled the newcomer into an embrace like an old friend.

Even Sword Saint felt relieved at the man's arrival.

"It's been a long time, Muqiu," Sword Saint said warmly. "Where have you been? We miss you, brother."

The blue-haired man before them was Su Muqiu, one of the six pillars of China and the Ice Emperor. After disappearing for many years, he had reappeared at last.

"You rascal," roared King of Fighters boisterously. "Watch where you fire, will you? You'd almost killed me!"

When Sword Saint and Tang Hao were busy embracing Su Muqiu, King of Fighters emerged halfirritated, and half-delighted to join them.

Though he was pleased with the appearance of an old friend, he was annoyed by the fact that he almost became a casualty of friendly fire.

In his excitement, King of Fighters dashed towards Su Muqiu to give him a friendly punch on the back.

"Let's catch up later," he said at last. "We have work to do. By the combined might of all four of us, we must first get rid of the intruders. Even if we aren't able to kill them today, we will punish them soundly for their crimes. How dare such a despicable company of misfits call themselves Dragon Slayers? Today, by the might of us four pillars, be prepared to be taught a lesson!"

Mo Gucheng cast an eye over Gaius and his comrades with an insolent smile.

"After dealing with you," he continued with relish. "We'll deal with your Dragon Master!"

Thump!

As soon as the words left Mo Gucheng's lips, the bluehaired man slapped the former so hard he flew back from the impact, a gash appearing on his cheek.

"Are you insane, Su?" Tang Hao howled. "Why did you assault Mo Gucheng for? They are the enemy, not us!"

Su Muqiu said nothing. Instead, he turned to address Junie who stood beside him. "Junie, where is Dragon Master?"

"He'd just left in that direction," she said with a smile as she pointed. "If you called loud enough, he might still hear you."

Su Muqiu nodded. Ignoring the stupefied gazes of Sword Saint and his company, he dropped to his knees facing the direction Junie indicated.

"Su Muqiu, Water God and Ice Emperor, at your service, Dragon Master!"

The cold wind blew more fiercely, as if reaffirming his allegiance.

At the sight of Ice Emperor on his knees, the three Supremes of War God Castle were flabbergasted.