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A Dish Best Served Cold

Chapter: 1777

“I… I haven’t lost yet.”
“I’m Mo Wuya, yet…I haven’t lost yet~”
The hoarse voice, like the sound of crushed stones, came out of the ruins.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Wuya, covered in blood, staggered and stood up again.
The bloody eyes flashed with unwillingness and resentment.
He looked at Ye Fan in a frantic state, and let out an unyielding growl.
Afterwards, he even raised his legs and attacked in Ye Fan’s direction again.
“Go to die~”
Bang~
As soon as Mo Wuya’s voice fell, Ye Fan already kicked it out.
In his heyday, Mo Wuya was not Ye Fan’s enemy, let alone now?
Therefore, just listen to a bang.
Mo Wuya was kicked into the ruins by Ye Fan again.
However, Mo Wuya still did not give up.
He gritted his teeth and crawled out again.
“I, Mo Wuya, a queen of fighters, how can I fail?”
“I am undefeated, yes… undefeated~”
Mo Wuya kept roaring like crazy.
Until now, he still couldn’t accept the fact that he was defeated by Ye Fan.
Since childhood, Mo Wuya has gone smoothly, and has hardly encountered any setbacks.
Especially, after he stepped into the realm of the master, it made his heart swell extremely.
He has always believed that in the Chinese martial arts world, no one will be his opponent except for the six pillar states.
Therefore, except for the Six Pillars Kingdom, Mo Wuya never cared about anyone in his eyes.
But now, he was actually defeated by an unknown man.
Moreover, it was a complete failure.
That feeling, like the pride in my heart for decades, has been shattered.
One can imagine how frustrated and gaffe Mo Wuya was.
In this regard, Ye Fan has no mercy.
The indifferent gaze fell forward in this way.
There, Mo Wuya, who was covered in blood, staggered and walked again, still trying to attack Ye Fan.
Seeing this, Ye Fan shook his head.
“Only after experiencing the trials of hell can you develop the power to create heaven.”
“Loss, you are still the son of the King of Fighters, but you don’t even have the courage to face failure. What do you take to enter the Martial God Temple? In charge of the Chinese martial arts?”
“If you are just such a thing, your martial arts will end in the end.”
Amidst the anger, Ye Fan suddenly drank.
The air wave exploded, setting off wind and sand in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan’s rage reverberated for a long time.
“You made me humiliate me before, you should die.”
“However, thinking of you and I are both descendants of Yan and Huang, descendants of China.”
“For the sake of the same clan and ancestor, I will spare your life for the time being today!”
“However, capital crimes are forgiven, and living crimes are unavoidable.”
“Today I will abolish your arms and break your limbs, so that you will remember them all your life.
“I, Chu Tianfan, don’t be insulted!”
Boom~
The moment the words fell, Ye Fan kicked both feet repeatedly, all kicking on Mo Wuya’s knees.
“Ah~”
Amid the screams, Mo Wuya’s legs were broken, soaked in blood, and his whole body knelt on the ground so weakly.
After the King of Fighters, the prince of Huaxia Martial Arts was beaten into a waste by Ye Fan.
However, who can blame this?
After all, he just took the blame.
Originally, today was the grudge between Ye Fan and the Sword God Palace, which had nothing to do with Mo Wuya.
But Mo Wuya wanted to cheer on the Sword God Palace, so that the Sword God promised to marry Harugu Yingyue to him, so he took the initiative to fight, and even threatened to walk the way for the sky, clear the door for the Chinese martial arts, and kill Ye Fan.
But in the end, his skills were inferior to humans, and he was abandoned by Ye Fan!

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