A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 905 The Ceremony

"What now? Are we going to just stand by and watch while our sacred object ends up on foreign soil?"

The crowd outside Sword Shrine had scattered.

Mochizuki Kawa and Ishino Ryuichi were brought into Sword Shrine for treatment.

The epic battle had come to an end.

Suzumiya Eigetsu threatened to kill herself if Susa Mikoto hunted down Ye Fan.

However, Mochizuki Kawa looked at Susa Mikoto resentfully.

Susa Mikoto shook his head and said, "The yasakani jade was handed down through the generations for eons and used to belong to Tsukuyomi Tenshin. We can't let our sacred object fall into China's hands. However, we don't have to do anything about it yet. The most important thing is to hold the god awakening ceremony and allow the Moon God to be reborn first. Considering how powerful Tsukuyomi Tenshin is I am sure War God Castle will obediently hand over the yasakani jade. If they don't, we will knock on their doors to get it."

Mochizuki Kawa nodded hard and felt that Susa Mikoto made sense too.

"Fine, we will do as you suggested. I will send men to start preparing the god awakening ceremony. But we have to send the King of Fighters' son back to China first," said Mochizuki Kawa as he turned to look at Mo Wu-Ya next to him, who had passed out.

Mo Wu-Ya tried killing Ye Fan, but couldn't surpass his enemy and ended up getting tortured.

"Hmm? The King of Fighters' son?"

The fame of the six pillars of China have spread near and far.

King of Fighters, Mo Gu-Cheng, had unrivaled fist technique.

Susa Mikoto knew about them.

"From the looks of it, all four of his limbs have been broken. If War God Castle wants to save him, they have to pay a hefty price," said Susa Mikoto deeply after he looked at Mo Wu-Ya's injuries. Any ordinary person would have certainly died from such injuries.

However, War God Castle was the leader of the Chinese martial arts circle, so they were rich and powerful. If they were willing to save Mo Wu-Ya at any cost, there was still a chance for him to live. However, that was only the best-case scenario.

There was a chance Mo Wu-Ya would end up dying.

"I didn't think that the Chinese brat would beat him up so brutally. You're right. It's a burden for Mo Wu-Ya to stay in Japan. If he dies in Sword Shrine, then they might end up holding us accountable. Put him on a plane and send him to China now. After he leaves Japan, whether he lives or dies is none of our business."

Susa Mikoto waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to get it done.

No one in China knew about the events that transpired in Japan.

The King of Fighters was drinking tea leisurely in War God Castle.

Sword Saint lowered his head as he wiped his sword.

"Sword Saint, Wu-Ya has been out for some time. Why haven't we heard from him? He ought to be home by now," asked the King of Fighters worriedly.

Sword Saint smiled calmly and said, "Wu-Ya has been with us for a long time, so I know his talent well. There are probably only less than three people in the world who can pose a threat to him. Moreover, he is your only son and closely connected to the legendary generals. To some degree, he is the crown prince of the Chinese martial arts circle. I dare say, no one in the world would dare to harm him." "Besides, everyone knows how protective you are. If anyone dared to hurt your precious boy, you would certainly go charging at their door the next day. So just calm down and wait for his good news. All Wu-Ya needs now is a win in his books. If he comes back from Japan with some achievement, I will immediately gather all six pillars of the nation and give him his title. What do you think about calling him the Little King of Fighters? Your family will be going down in history for having two supreme grandmasters," chuckled Sword Saint.

The King of Fighters felt good inside and looked proud after hearing what Sword Saint said.

Just as Sword Saint mentioned, once Mo Wu-Ya was conferred the title of supreme grandmaster, both father and son would be supreme grandmasters.

And they would be making a true mark in history with such glory.

However, a raging wind suddenly gusted outside War God Castle as they chatted happily.

A white silhouette quickly appeared outside.

The cold wind left his robes flapping in the wind.

"Hmm? Is that God of War?"

The only person in China capable of turning up at War God Castle so undetectably was none other than Ye Qing-Tian, the God of War.

Sword Saint and the King of Fighters were instantly delighted to see him. They hurriedly went over to welcome him.

"Haha! Qing-Tian, perfect timing. I was about to tell you some good news. I've just discussed it with the King of Fighters.

We're holding a ceremony on 5th May on Mount Yan's peak to make Wu-Ya the Little King of Fighters and join War God Castle. After all these years, the seventh pillar of the nation has finally appeared. The nation will celebrate with us then! You should get the army to send people over to support

them."

Sword Saint laughed happily.

Although the King of Fighters said nothing, there was a look of joy on his face.

But Ye Qing-Tian didn't make any comment.

There wasn't a shred of emotion on his face.

Instead, he asked, "How has the investigation about the young grandmaster gone?"

Hmm?

"What young grandmaster?" asked Sword Saint quizzically.

Ye Qing-Tian instantly frowned.

"The one who defeated Mochizuki Kawa in Jiangdong a few days ago. I remember his name is Ye Fan."

Sword Saint finally realized who the God of

War was talking about.

"Oh him? I sent someone over to invite him over, but he is just a nobody and isn't worth our time. He beat Mochizuki Kawa because he kept sending fighters to exhaust him and resorted to underhanded means. Ye Fan managed to win mostly because he got lucky. Also, he is very cocky and disrespectful to War God Castle! After this tiny bit of success, he lost his head and became complacent. People like him will never succeed in life. He doesn't deserve our attention," said Sword Saint with contempt as he shook his head.

Ye Fan was born to a humble family, so he was nothing to powerful men like the King of Fighters and Sword Saint, who stood at the pinnacle of power.

"Exactly. I have seen plenty of arrogant youngsters like him. 70% of them and up dying from making mistakes while they are cocky. The remaining 30% end up disappearing. There's no point paying any attention to them," said the King of Fighters as he waved his hand without paying any heed.

In his eyes, only his son, Mo Wu-Ya, was outstanding.