The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1825

“W-Who was that? How can someone be so strong?” Mo Wuya sat there spinelessly.

His torn clothes directed the cold wind onto his flesh.

It slowly drew his body heat off of him, but what was worse than that were his doused ambitions.

As he had managed to attain the Supreme title, there would be only a handful of fighters stronger than him in China.

Yet, a sword flung out by some anonymous figure filled his heart with despair and terror.

As a supreme grandmaster, those emotions were an absolute humiliation to his rank.

Mo Wuya had always felt that he was only a tad weaker than the top fighters, who were at the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

He assumed that all he needed to do was work hard for another ten years, and he would reach the zenith.

However, the callous reality that hit him a moment ago crushed his unrealistically high hopes.

At that moment, he finally realized that he was incomparable with those elites. The difference in their capabilities was simply too great.

“Moon God?” Tang Hao muttered.

While Mo Wuya was trapped in fear, Tang Hao was hit by bewilderment.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that enchanting figure. At the same time, he was so terrified that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

It's Tsukuyomi! He could instantly tell who that person was. She was known as one of the two potential candidates to attain the god realm.

However, he couldn't figure out why she came to China alone for no reason.

Why was she in a fight with Sword Saint and King of Fighters?

“Hold on a second...” A thought hit him, and his feeling of admiration was overcast by fright, and it almost drove tears out of his eyes.

“Is she going to avenge that man by killing us?”

Realizing that things had gone south, Tang Hao dashed to where Sword Saint and King of Fighter were and held them up.

“Sword Saint, King of Fighters, are you okay?” He was worried to the core.

Sword Saint wiped the blood off the edge of his mouth usingthe back of his hand while King of Fighters forced himself to stand up.

Both of them stared steadfastly at Tsukuyomi, who was standing in front of them.

“Don't worry, we're still alive,” responded Sword Saint.

“Thank goodness.” Tang Hao let out a sigh of relief.

He was shaking in fear a minute ago, thinking that Moon God had ended the life of his leaders, which would have been the tipping point.

“Moon God, I don't understand why you are doing this. We've never tinkered with Japan's martial arts scene, have we?” Tang Hao turned toward the lady after he mustered his courage.

“Are you also part of War God Castle?” Moon God

asked coldly, ignoring his question.

Tang Hao nodded and introduced himself, “I'm known as the Heavenly Grandmaster, the third Permanent Hall Master of War God Castle. Tell me what is bothering you, and I can help find a solution to it. I'm highly respected in China's martial arts—”

“Then you should die too!” Moon God growled before Tang Hao finished introducing himself.

Sching!

The Seven Foot Green Blade that was prodded into the ground in front of Mo Wuya's crotch lifted into the air and was in Tsukuyomi's hand in the blink of an eye.

Without wasting a second, Moon God was on it. She wielded her blade at her opponent ferociously.

Her every swing released a strong and deadly gust.

“Dodge it, Tang Hao!”

“Look out!”

Sword Saint and King of Fighters were shocked to the bone, and Tang Hao was quivering in trepidation.

There was no way he could possibly dodge the attack now.

So, he summoned his Meteor Hammer, hoping to reduce the efficacy of the attack.

However, before he could use his hammer, those gusts of death had already cut into his flesh.