A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1570

In contrast to the panic experienced by her allies, Junie appeared as unconcerned as ever. Even in the face of grave danger, there was not a trace of fear on her serene expression.

Underthe moonlight, Junie stood her ground. Her confidence made her beauty all the more intoxicating.

As her skirt and hair billowed in the wind, she merely smiled at her approaching foe.

King of Fighters interpreted this as mockery toward him.

“What's so funny? Aren't you afraid of death?” he demanded, incensed by her reaction. “Soon you wouldn't even have the opportunity to shed tears!”

Fueled by his rage, Mo Gucheng summoned all of his might behind the swing.

“Stop! How dare you!” Gaius shouted as King of Fighters was closing in on Junie.

It's no use. King of Fighters and his men have already made up their minds to fight to the death today.

“For you to remain alive is a desecration to the hallowed grounds of China and of War God Castle's reputation!”

Mo Gucheng's eyes narrowed. No longer livid, his expression was one of righteous justice.

“It's all over, little girl.”

Like the verdict of death, his proclamation echoed throughout the night.

Just when King of Fighters thought that the girl before him was doomed, Junie smiled once more.

“Sorry to disappoint you again, King of Fighters.”

“Eh?” King of Fighters halted in his tracks in confusion. Before he could make sense of what she said, the space ahead began to fill with a cold breeze.

A powerful force from afar began to take shape. Still formless, it lifted the pebbles and sand up in the air which began to solidify from cold. An instant later, every drop of moisture in the air turned into ice.

Ice daggers, too many to count, soon filled the night sky. As if obeying an unseen master, the daggers hurled across the night sky toward King of Fighters as one. They traveled so quickly that only a soft whooshing sound could be heard in their wake.

Mo Gucheng stared at the icy daggers in horror.

We have another powerful foe. Or should I say equal of me?

Faced with millions of icy daggers, Mo Gucheng found himself unable to carry out his threat against Junie.

Whoosh!

The icicles broke apart in midair and in the next instant, a hailstorm wrecked havoc upon the scene.

King of Fighters did not manage to withstand the hailstorm very long. With a mighty shudder, King of Fighters coughed up blood and found himself whisked away like a kite lost in a hurricane.

“King of Fighters!” Tang Hao and Sword Saint shouted in a panic.

“D*mn it, who is it this time?” Tang Hao bellowed. “How do you cowards have so many allies?”

Aren't they done yet? They've already sent forth three Supremes. How many more do they have?

“How many Supremes did Tang Yun send over in secret?” Tang Hao scowled.

Though Sword Saint said nothing, his expression grew graver.

Gazing into the distance, his heart expressed what his lips could not. I hope it's not a supreme grandmaster this time. If it is, War God Castle would undoubtedly be overrun. Junie's involvement when it was an even fight was enough to turn the tides against us. If another supreme grandmaster appears on their side, all hope for our victory would be lost.

“We'll improvise later, Tang Hao,” Sword Saint said in a low voice. “Be prepared to retreat if things go south. There's no need to sacrifice ourselves foolishly.”