A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1711

Mo Wuya, the Prince of Fighters, was ranked fiftieth in the Sky Ranking.

“Woohoo!”

When Mo Wuya saw his name in the hall, he howled enthusiastically like a mad dog.

Tears immediately streamed down his cheeks.

It had almost been thirty years.

From the day he matured and entered the martial arts world, Mo Wuya never expected this day to come when he could see his own name on the Sky Ranking.

Now, all of his hardships and efforts had finally paid off.

Mo Wuya had never felt so happy before.

He wished for nothing more than to break out into a song and flaunt his immense joy.

“Sword Saint, Mr. Tang, I'm on the Sky Ranking! My name is there! I'm finally on the Sky Ranking!

With tears streaming down his cheek, Mo Wuya rushed forward excitedly and hugged Sword Saint and Tang Hao.

However, he did not expect Tang Hao to shove him away directly.

“Shoo! Shoo! Go entertain yourself somewhere else. I am too busy to deal with you.”

With a look of disdain, Tang Hao pushed Mo Wuya away, as if he was unhappy that Mo Wuya was blocking his vision.

Mo Wuya instantly felt like a failure. There was no one he could share his results and joy with.

However, that was the reality.

Usually, Sword Saint and the rest would naturally be pleased to see their disciples, whom they had nurtured carefully, appear on the Sky Ranking. In fact, they would even host a huge feast for Mo Wuya to celebrate this achievement.

However, Sword Saint and Tang Hao were in no mood to think about anything else. They were already extremely busy with Ye Fan.

Their only wish was to find out what the ranking of Ye Fan, or that man called Chu Tianfan, was.

The blood-colored light on the screen was still flickering.

Numerous flashes of light congregated together, forming letters and words.

Famous Supreme fighters kept appearing on the rankings.

As the rankings were announced from the back, the ones who appeared first were those ranked lower.

Examples included Mochizuki Kawa from Japan and the other Supreme fighters from the smaller nations.

“Gaius, ranked thirty-secondth!”

“Heavenly Grandmaster, Tang Hao, ranked thirty-first!”

“Xiao Chen, the Sword Saint, ranked twentieth!”

“Ye Qingtian, the War God, ranked thirteenth!”

The ranking had already reached Ye Qingtian, the War God. Still, Ye Fan's ranking had not appeared yet.

This meant that he had an even higher rank.

“Huh? What happened? Why is War God still in the thirteenth place? Logically speaking, after Chu Tianfan's demise, someone should have replaced him in the rankings. Mr. Ye should've risen one rank. Did another hidden genius emerge recently?

When Mo Wuya saw Ye Qingtian's ranking, he frowned in puzzlement.

The previous time the Sky Ranking was announced was when Chu Tianfan had risen to power and defeated Japan.

Back then, he had risen to the twelfth rank, pushing Ye Qingtian down to the thirteenth.

After that, Chu Tianfan met his doom.

Logically speaking, Ye Qingtian was supposed to rise up the ranks.

Yet, his ranking remained the same.

Mo Wuya was naturally puzzled.

“Shut up!”

Tang Hao could not be bothered to entertain that fool.

For that period of time, Mo Wuya had been taking care of his father and training diligently. Other than focusing on his bedridden father and martial arts skills, he paid no attention to anything happening outside.

Even for the Sky Ranking's latest updates, he only found out about it from the others coincidentally. Hence, he was unclear about anything major events that had happened recently.

However, Tang Hao and the rest were in no mood to explain all that to Mo Wuya. After War God's ranking was announced, he and Sword Saint continued staring ahead intently.

While the light danced around, Sword Saint and Tang Hao's hearts pounded rapidly.

At that moment, every single martial artist in the world was as focused as they were.

Even the Chu family could not be bothered about recuperating. Lying on the hospital beds, they glared at the rankings with bloodshot eyes.

Mochizuki Kawa did not even blink. As he was too nervous, he clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palm.