In the Temple of War God, the King of Fighters’ sneer echoed continuously.
Ye Qingtian’s face was expressionless, and he replied in a deep voice: “A young master who can defeat the third strongest person in the Japanese nation, and may be ranked in the top ten in the future, he entered the temple of the gods and was named the seventh god of the pillar kingdom in China. Will, shouldn’t this be?”
Yes, the King of Fighters guessed well.
Ye Qingtian, indeed, intentionally recommended Ye Fan to enter the Temple of Martial Arts.
Of course, the premise of all this was that Ye Fan really defeated Mochizuki River by his own strength in the Dongchang Lake battle that day.
With this record alone, Ye Fan has the qualifications to enter the Martial God Temple.
As for Mo Wuya, the son of the King of Fighters, he was born in the Temple of the Martial Arts and grew up in the Temple of the Martial Arts. Ye Qingtian naturally understood Mo Wuya’s strength.
He admitted that Mo Wuya had a good talent.
But now Mo Wuya is still near the realm of the titled master.
Therefore, out of public heart, Ye Qingtian of course favored Ye Fan with greater potential, rather than Mo Wuya.
“Joke!”
“When will we be the titled master of China by just relying on guess and possibility?”
“God of War, I still said that, all your judgments today are guesses.”
“You want to recommend that Jiangdong junior Ye Fan into the Temple of Martial Arts, well, as long as he defeats my son Wuya, I will say nothing in Mo Gucheng, and I will agree with your proposal with both hands.”
“But before that, no matter how much you talk about it, it’s useless.”
“The nameless junior is the unknown junior. Before defeating my son Wuya, Ye Fan is absolutely not eligible to be titled Grand Master, and even less qualified to become the seventh pillar country in China!”
The words are sonorous, only if the stone falls to the ground, echoing everywhere.
The words of the King of Fighters were categorical and sound.
He is not confident that he can defeat Ye Qingtian.
But he has absolute confidence that his son Mo Wuya will surely defeat the nameless junior, Ye Fan!
However, just when the words of the King of Fighters fell.
Boom~
Outside, there was a muffled sound.
It’s like a helicopter flying by.
The dull roar, just like the roar of a beast, echoed across the top of Yanshan Mountain.
“Ok?”
“what happened?”
“what happened?”
The Juggernaut and others frowned suddenly and asked in a deep voice.
Soon, someone rushed in outside the hall.
Perhaps it was because of the panic. After entering the hall, this person actually knelt down.
“The King of Fighters, Juggernaut, no… not good.”
“Mo… Master Mo, he…”
This person was trembling all over, and in the middle of speaking, he couldn’t even cry.
Hearing this, Mo Gucheng, the King of Fighters, suddenly became calm.
Feeling ominous in his heart, he immediately went up and asked, “Say, what’s the matter?”
“My son is boundless, what’s wrong with him?”
Mo Gucheng roared sharply, anxiously.
The subordinates resisted the panic, and finally said, “Master Mo,…he…he was abandoned!”
what?
“This is impossible?”
“You must be talking nonsense!”
“My son is boundless, with the strength of a titled master.”
“It is the only son of my King of Fighters.”
“In this world, who dares to abolish him?”
“Who can disuse him?”
“It must be you rubbish talking nonsense!”
“Nonsense~”
At first, Mo Gucheng didn’t believe it at all, shook his head and snarled.
And then, Mo Wuya’s body was carried in.
He was covered with blood, and his limbs fell helplessly.
The breath is dying, just like a dead old man.
That look is as miserable as it is, it’s not human at all.
If it weren’t for the heartbeat, no one would think that he was still alive.
At the moment when he saw the corpse, Mo Gucheng, the King of Fighters, just felt that in his mind, a bang exploded, like a thunderbolt in the sky, directly knocking him on the spot.
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