A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 907 Mo Gu-Cheng's Sorrow

King of Fighters' sneer kept echoing through War God Castle.

Ye Qing-Tian said expressionlessly in a deep voice, "A young grandmaster who is capable of defeating one of the top three Japanese masters stands a high chance of coming in top ten in the Sky Ranking. Isn't it only right that he joins War God Castle and gets conferred the title of being the seventh pillar of the nation?"

The King of Fighters had guessed it right.

Ye Qing-Tian wanted to put in a recommendation for Ye Fan to join War God Castle.

Of course, it all hinged on whether Ye Fan defeated Mochizuki Kawa at Dongchang Lake using true talent.

The outcome alone did not give Ye Fan the right to join War God Castle.

Mo Wu-Ya, the son of the King of Fighters, was born and grew up in War God Castle. Hence, Ye Qing-Tian was certainly keenly aware of Mo Wu-Ya's prowess.

He had to admit that Mo Wu-Ya was very talented.

However, Mo Wu-Ya was still some distance away from being supreme grandmaster.

So Ye Qing-Tian was on Ye Fan's side out of fairness.

"That's hilarious! Since when was anybody made a supreme grandmaster based on guesswork? God of War, I will say it again. All this is just speculation. I know you want to recommend that brat to join War God Castle. Fine. I will raise both hands and vote for him without objection when he defeats my boy. Before that happens, this guesswork won't do. An unknown brat will always be an unknown brat. Ye Fan has no right to become supreme grandmaster or become the seventh legendary general until then!"

His words sounded like gold clanging onto the ground.

The King of Fighters' words were resounding when he spoke.

He wasn't confident about defeating Ye Qing-Tian.

But he was absolutely confident that his son could defeat Ye Fan!

However, the moment the King of Fighters finished his sentence...

VRROOOOOOOMM...

A stifled sound could be heard outside suddenly.

It sounded like a chopper.

The dull hum of its engine sounded like the roar of a wild beast, which echoed throughout Mount Yan.

"Hmm? What's going

Did something happen?"

Sword Saint and the others instantly frowned.

Very quickly, someone ran in from outside anxiously.

Perhaps out of shock or anxiety, the man knelt the moment he entered the hall.

"King of Fighters, Sword Saint, b-bad news. Young Master Mo, is..."

The man shivered nonstop and stopped halfway before choking in tears.

The King of Fighters instantly lost his cool.

An ominous feeling emerged in his heart. He turned to ask loudly, "Tell me! What's happened? What happened to my son?"

Mo Gu-Cheng roared deeply anxiously.

The man suppressed his panic and said eventually, "Young Master Mo has been... has been incapacitated!"

What?

"That's impossible! You must be saying nonsense! My son is as strong as a supreme grandmaster. He is also my only son. Who on earth would dare to maim him? Who on earth is capable of maiming him? This must be complete bullshit! This is sheer nonsense."

Initially, Mo Wu-Ya shook his head and roared in disbelief.

Mo Wu-Ya's limp body was carried in shortly after that.

His body was covered with blood while his limbs slumped downwards.

His breathing was so weak that he sounded like an old man.

He was beaten up so badly that he was unrecognizable.

No one would have thought he was alive if his heart wasn't beating.

The moment Mo Gu-Cheng saw his son's body, his mind exploded like he had been struck by lightning, leaving him dumbstruck.

Mo Gu-Cheng's eyes teared up when he saw his son. He ran over swiftly to hold his son with tears slowing down his face.

"Wu-Ya! Wu-Ya, wake up! Don't scare me. Stop scaring me!"

"Who was it? Who did this? Which asshole dared to incapacitate my son like this? How can I be considered his father if I don't seek vengeance? I am going to rub the culprit's bones into powder and throw them over my son's grave."

The King of Fighters' sad voice reverberated for a long time at the peak of Mount Yan.

Mo Gu-Cheng's face was covered in tears as he held his son in his arms.

A few minutes ago, the King of Fighters was still thinking about how there was going to be two supreme grandmasters in their family. He was envisioning the day his son would rise to the top and receive his title and glory.

Mo Gu-Cheng even picked a fight with the God of War and claimed that his son was invincible and deserved to join War God Castle.

However, his son shockingly got beaten up and carried back on a stretcher with all of his limbs broken.

It felt as though Mo Gu-Cheng had just gotten slapped on the face.

His eyes were filled with hate while blood seemed to drip from his heart.

"Who? Who did this to my son?" roared King of Fighters sorrowfully in the halls of War God Castle.

But no one answered him.

Only the sound of passing wind and biting cold could be felt on Mount Yan.

Ye Fan was oblivious of everything that transpired at War God Castle.

However, he probably didn't care.

After all, Mo Wu-Ya asked for it and didn't deserve pity.

Martial arts conflicts had always been cruel.

Ye Fan happened to be more powerful than Mo Wu-Ya. Otherwise, Ye Fan would have probably ended up worse than Mo Wu-Ya.

Ye Fan had already returned to the hotel by this time.

He was getting ready to retire for the night before heading back to China the next day.

Meanwhile, Suzumiya Eigetsu was placed under house arrest at Sword Shrine.

She was being monitored 24 hours a day.

Even the second strongest martial artist of Japan, Susa Mikoto, went over to check on Suzumiya Eigetsu's neck injury.

Fortunately, she didn't stab herself on her carotid artery. Or else, not even the gods could save her.

Susa Mikoto opened the room door and brought Suzumiya Eigetsu's dinner over in the evening.

"Eat something. You still have seven more days to go. In seven days, the god awakening ceremony will be held on Mount Fuji. Then Suzumiya Eigetsu will cease to exist," he said calmly. However, Suzumiya Eigetsu didn't care. She only asked softly, "You're here. Have you sent the things to Master?"

Suzumiya Eigetsu stood by the window with her back facing him.

Her hair fluttered in the wind. The sun was so bright that no one could make out her expression.

It seemed as though a dark cloud had covered the sky.

All that was left on her stunning face was sadness.

"I've already ordered someone to send it over. He should be there soon," said Susa Mikoto quietly.

"Okay, thanks. Please leave," said Suzumiya Eigetsu succinctly before she went quiet.

She stood in front of the window as she stared out the window with lifeless looking eyes.

She was looking at the streets she had explored with Ye Fan.

In the distance, the Tokyo Skytree stood erect among the clouds.

The fragrance of cherry blossoms could be smelled in the air.

She could almost hear what the couples on the streets were saying.

Suzumiya Eigetsu's tears suddenly started flowing uncontrollably. She was incapable of suppressing her sorrow as she buried her head and sobbed sadly.