A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 893 A Murderous Aura

"Master Mochizuki, I came to ask for a duel out of admiration for you. How can I leave empty-handed after waiting for days? In any case, it is unacceptable. How about ten moves? The duel will only last ten moves. Then I will leave and stop disturbing you," said Mo Wu-Ya to Mochizuki Kawa with no sign of giving up.

However, Mochizuki Kawa turned a deaf ear to Mo Wu-Ya's request.

"I said I'm busy. I don't have time to fight! Please go. Ryuichi, send him away!"

Mochizuki Kawa lost all patience as he waved his hand to send Mo Wu-Ya away.

"Sword God, I..."

Mo Wu-Ya wanted to say more, but the second Sword Shrine priest, Ishino Ryuichi, stopped him.

"My child, stop trying to force Mochizuki-senpai. He's in a bad mood recently because he has some problems to deal with," persuaded Ishino Ryuichi.

Since Ishino Ryuichi had once gone to China to advance his martial arts skills, he had plenty of connections in the country.

Ishino Ryuichi was acquainted with most of the legendary generals.

Among them, Ishino Ryuichi was the closest to the King of Fighters.

If he wasn't close friends with the King of Fighters, he would have driven Mo Wu-Ya away ages ago.

After all, it was considered rude to knock on an elder's doors to ask for a duel.

"Hmm? Master Mochizuki is highly respected in Japan and one of its top five fighters. What could he be possibly worried about?"

Mo Wu-Ya instantly found it perplexing.

Ishino Ryuichi shook his head and sighed deeply.

"You know Sword God had three disciples, right? But two of them were killed, while

the third one has been hostage. Now the culprit has come to Japan and is demanding to exchange the surviving disciple for one of our sacred objects."

What?

"I didn't know about that at all."

Mo Wu-Ya was instantly shocked.

No wonder Sword God was in a bad mood recently. It was because of this incident.

"I can't believe there is such scum in the Japanese martial arts circle. He couldn't do anything about Sword God, so he attacked his disciple instead and held him hostage to force Sword God's hand? Martial artists should be upright. How could he do something so underhanded? Scum like him will never succeed," said Mo Wu-Ya deeply with his voice filled with contempt and rage.

Mo Wu-Ya was from an elite martial arts family. His father was a pillar of the nation and a War God Castle council member, so Mo Wu-Ya was proud and above board.

He despised people who used underhanded methods to achieve their objectives.

If they wanted anything, they should just come and ask for it.

If they were capable enough, they could have what they wanted. If they weren't, then they should be prepared to die.

Holding someone hostage was underhanded and disgraceful.

"Uncle Ryuichi, Sword Shrine controls the Japanese martial arts circle, so you can't always only focus on martial arts skills. You have to work on ethics too. People can't stand tall in society without ethics, and the same goes for martial artists. A truly respectable martial artist has to be strong and upright. Japan has to work on their martial artists' ethics," said Mo Wu-Ya earnestly.

Ishino Ryuichi looked at Mo Wu-Ya quizzically. "But he is from China."

What?

Mo Wu-Ya's stared with his eyes wide open.

It felt like a slap on his face.

His face became pale and livid, and he looked particularly embarrassed.

"Huh? That scum is Chinese?" asked Mo Wu-Ya deeply.

Ishino Ryuichi nodded and said, "That's right. Actually, Sword God went to China to avenge his disciples and fight. However, that Chinese brat was completely despicable. He was too afraid to engage, so he sent fighters to take turns fighting Mochizuki-senpai to exhaust him. Then he pulled a scheme against Mochizuki-senpai, and he ended up accidentally falling for his plot. Fortunately, Mochizuki-senpai kept his cool and survived the desperate situation, so he managed to escape."

"However, his disciple wasn't as highly skilled and ended up getting caught. Now, this scum is using that disciple to threaten Sword Shrine. I can't believe there are such despicable people in China since it is supposed to be the mecca of martial arts. My boy, you have to work hard on grooming ethical martial artists."

Ishino Ryuichi patted Mo Wu-Ya's shoulder as he spoke sadly.

Mo Wu-Ya's face flushed crimson in embarrassment. He almost wanted to dig a hole and hide from shame.

He had assumed it was a local problem.

However, a Chinese martial artist was surprisingly involved.

Mo Wu-Ya felt disgraced and furious.

BAM!

He slammed the long table before him, and it broke into smithereens!

"Uncle Ryuichi, since the culprit is from the Chinese martial arts circle, I should take care of it. Don't worry. Let me handle this! I will kill this scoundrel and purge our ranks! I promise to give Sword Shrine a satisfactory outcome," said Mo Wu-Ya angrily with a murderous aura.

He declared that he would kill Ye Fan and answer to Sword Shrine.

Just as Mo Wu-Ya was about to leave and kill the culprit, Mochizuki Kawa finally broke his silence and instantly said deeply, "This is an evil and scheming man, so you can't go alone. Ryuichi, take some men and go with him. There is safety in numbers!"

Ishino Ryuichi nodded. "Okay, Mochizuki-senpai! I will gather all the Sword Shrine fighters, so we can kill him together!"

Ishino Ryuichi had a highly driven personality, so the moment he received Mochizuki Kawa's order, he gathered ten highly skilled martial artists to come to Sword Shrine.

"Everyone, a Chinese kid has offended Japan. He killed our kinsman and insulted our country. By order of Mochizuki Kawa, Sword Shrine's head priest, we are going to kill the scum! I swear never to return until

he is dead!"

"Swear never to return until he is dead!"

"Swear never to return until he is dead!"

Ishino Ryuichi and Mo Wu-Ya stood proudly at Sword Shrine.

At their feet, dozens of Japanese martial arts experts bowed to them reverently.

Their murderous voices surged and crashed down resoundingly like huge waves.

Amid their booming voices, no one noticed a skinny silhouette walking in the morning sun under the skies.

He was walking over proudly.