"You little brat, just that little bit of your mind?"

"Then Ye Fan robbed the quota that should belong to you, but he has died now?"

"The dead are the most important thing, why do you have to compete with a dead person?"

The King of Fighters advised again.

But how could Mo Wuya listen and still refuse?

"Dad, you don't have to say it."

"I won't go, you can change someone."

"Don't mention that after he died, a humble kid from a humble background, he is still alive and has no right to let me visit."

"You~" King of Fighters Mo Gucheng gritted his teeth in anger, "You bastard, are you going to piss me to death?"

"Tell you the truth. Let me lead you, it was the name you named by your Sword Saint Uncle himself."

"This is an order, you can't help but go."

Mo Gucheng roared sharply, and there was a faint sense of anger in his words.

However, Mo Wuya was not afraid at all and insisted: "You can't help but grow your legs on me."

After saying that, Mo Wuya turned his head and no longer gave his father a chance to speak.

"You bastard, your wings are hard, right? You dare to talk to you like this?"

Behind him, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng was so angry that he jumped.

After shouting for a long time, he didn't wait for Mo Wuya's response.

"Lonely City, forget it."

"You don't know that our son's arrogant temper."

"During this period, he was injured and occupied by someone. He was in a low mood. You should also understand. Just don't let him go."

"No matter how powerful Ye Fan is, he will eventually die, and he is still a young man. Even if he is alive, I guess our son will not be able to come and visit him, let alone fall now?"

"You can arrange for others."

Aside, a beautiful woman in a casual long dress comforted her from the side.

This woman is Mo Wuya's mother and the wife of the King of Fighters.

Sure enough, under the woman's dissuasion, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng's temper dissipated a little. Finally, he sighed: "Oh, forget it, if you don't go, don't go."

"I'll arrange for someone else."

"Okay, let's have a meal first." Mo Gucheng greeted.

....

"Gucheng, is there any chance for our son to issue this account?"

....

"Yes, but I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a few years."

"After all, the matter of "banning" is of great importance. Unless it makes a significant contribution or has extremely dazzling results, it is impossible to award two people in a short period of time."

"So, if I missed this time, within three or two years, the chance of our son being banned will be very difficult."

"Of course, if our son's realm breaks through and his cultivation level goes further, it's another matter~"

....

At the dinner table, the King of Fighters and his wife were still worried about Mo Wuya’s affairs.

In fact, if you say a thousand words and ten thousand, the reason why Mo Wuya is so uncomfortable with the title is because of his own strength.

Before, God of War and others had investigated Mo Wuya's strength, and the peak realm of the master, relying on the strength of Mo's martial arts, he could barely be considered half a title.

Therefore, strictly speaking, Mo Wuya is not qualified to be sealed.

But after all, Yanxia has not been born for many years, which is undoubtedly a bit embarrassing internationally. So for the sake of face, the standard was slightly lowered. As long as Mo Wuya made some record that he could see in Japan, he was awarded the title.
Chapter completed!