A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 896 So What?

"You arrogant prick! How dare you insult me? How dare you say I'm unfit and call me shit? That's the biggest joke on earth!"

Mo Wu-Ya's face turned livid with fury in his eyes as he stood in front of Sword Shrine.

His booming voice cut through the air like swords.

He stared coldly at the youth before him.

His angry words kept blowing up in the air.

"Do you know anything about martial arts? Do you know about War God Castle? Do you know who the six pillars of the nation are? You are such a nobody that you probably never even heard about them before. How dare you speak so shamelessly?" Mo Wu-Ya spoke aggressively in fury.

He stood upright loftily with coldness in his heart.

His resounding voice sounded like gold clanging as it reverberated through the air.

"I have traveled the world near and far. Everywhere I go, I am treated with respect by each country's martial arts leaders, and even their presidents welcome me with open arms. The King of Fighters is my father, while the God of War and Sword Saint are like uncles to me. All six pillars of the nation have taught me martial arts. I come and go as I please at War God Castle. I am second to the pillars of the nations One day, I will get my title and join War God Castle! How dare a nobody like you offend me?"

Mo Wu-Ya's angry voice sounded thunderous.

It sounded like the rolling of thunder ripping through the air.

Suzumiya Eigetsu's face turned pale instantly under Mo Wu-Ya's imposing words.

All the fighters were struck with astonishment.

He was only the son of the King of Fighters, but his aura was already so imposing.

Then how strong were the six pillars of the nation?

"China certainly is the country with the strongest martial arts. The only other countries that can compete are probably Europe and America, right?" Everyone sighed in their hearts.

They keenly sensed the disparity between the Chinese and Japanese martial arts circles.

This gap could only be reduced after the rebirth of Tsukuyomi Tenshin.

However, Ye Fan remained particularly calm about Mo Wu-Ya's fury while everyone else was in shock.

His expression remained calm and fearless.

Instead, Ye Fan shook his head and scoffed after hearing what Mo Wu-Ya said.

"You sure talk a lot. But so what? I don't even care about your father, let alone you."

His indifferent voice was filled with contempt and dominance.

It seemed as though Ye Fan was unafraid about anything in the world.

It was Chu Tian-Fan's greatest pride to stand fearless against all!

The Book of Celestial Cloud was the source of Ye Fan's confidence and prestige.

"Are you tired of living or what?!"

Mo Wu-Ya almost blew up in anger.

Fury continued seething in his heart.

Initially, he thought Ye Fan would kneel and beg for mercy after learning he was the son of the King of Fighters.

However, Mo Wu-Ya would never have foreseen how arrogantly this young man would reply him.

Despite Mo Wu-Ya's amazing background, all Ye Fan said was, 'so what'?

He didn't even give a hoot about Mo Wu-Ya's father.

Damn!

What the hell?

What a pretentious kid!

Mo Wu-Ya was so angry that his face turned livid as the corners of his eyes twitched.

He had met many people in his life.

However, it was his first time meeting someone as pretentious as Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was simply preposterous.

"In that case, there is nothing left for us to say. Brat, I gave you a chance, but you refused to take it. Now you will answer to Sword God and the Japanese martial arts circle!"

HUUU!

Mo Wu-Ya's turned icy cold at the drop of his voice.

In an instant, his energy exploded, causing the wind to gust as dirt flew in the air.

He clenched his fists tightly before hurling a hefty punch at Ye Fan.

His blow was so strong that one could literally hear it blast through the air.

The impact of the punch was so huge that it came crashing at Ye Fan with the weight of a mountain.

Ye Fan shook his head instead. "So much for being the King of Fighters' son. Your punches are simply too slow."

Ye Fan took a step leisurely and evaded Mo Wu-Ya's attack as he smiled.

A dull thud came.

The punch came landing on the ground, making the dirt fly in the air.

Mo Wu-Ya attacked him with full force but missed his target.

"Don't get too cocky just yet. This is only the first blow. You might have gotten lucky and dodged it, but can you do the same for my second and third punches? Do you really think you will keep getting lucky?" Mo Wu-Ya didn't get angry from hearing Ye Fan's words.

Instead, he raised his fist and smashed it at Ye Fan again.

BAM BAM BAM!

A few consecutive punches instantly blew up in the air.

The impact of his punches were so strong that it made the birds in the nearby forest fly away in fright.

However, Ye Fan continued to smile calmly amid Mo Wu-Ya's storm of punches.

He stood with his hands behind him as he moved in the tempest.

His striking face was filled with disdain and mockery.

"You are too slow. Haven't you eaten?

"Your punches are too weak. Are you sure you are the King of Fighters' son?

"How dare you claim to be second to the pillars of the nation? You are just a joke."

Mo Wu-Ya kept attacking madly while Ye Fan moved about leisurely darting everywhere.

He was untouchable!

Also, Ye Fan kept smiling and mocking Mo Wu-Ya's skills while he dodged Mo Wu-Ya.

"You asshole! Shut your gap! I am going to rip your mouth apart for saying nonsense."

Mo Wu-Ya was incapable of remaining calm now.

His eyes were bloodshot, while his face looked ferocious like a rabid dog as he kept cursing Ye Fan and hitting him

manically.

It was obvious that his heart was already in a panic.

He clearly aimed each punch at Ye Fan's chest, but he kept ending up missing his target by a hairsbreadth and grazing past Ye Fan's garments.

He had already punched Ye Fan over a hundred times, yet none of them landed on Ye Fan.

"Why? What's wrong? Am I really too slow? Are my punches really that weak?"

"No! Impossible. That brat is just saying nonsense! I have traveled the world to hone my skills. There is no way I can't handle a rookie like him."

Mo Wu-Ya roared deeply in his heart as his punches flew through the air.

After Ishino Ryuichi and the others caught sight of this, their faces instantly sank.

Ishino Ryuichi and asked Mo Wu-Ya worriedly, "Wu-Ya, do you need my help?"

"No! I can kill him on my own! If he keeps defending himself only, he won't get lucky all the time."

Mo Wu-Ya remained insistent and went on as he gnashed his teeth and roared deeply.

His eyes were bloodshot and gleaming menacingly.