Chapter 223 The Last Hope


    Out of options, a desperate Ryan grabbed Daniel by the arm and pleaded, "Daniel, you''re ourst


    hope! The thousands of clubs and hundreds of thousands of members of Martial Club United can''t


    be Woods''s personal ythings!"


    "Alright," Daniel stood up, ready to step in.


    Just then, a convoy of vehicles drove into the venue, all rugged off-road types. Land Cruisers and


    Nissan Patrols – a fleet of sturdy Nissan vehicles.


    The doors swung open, and out stepped a group dressed in samurai attire – members of the newly


    established Sato club, led by none other than their owner, Takashi Sato.


    Takashi Sato, a prodigious talent from Japan, hadn''t hit thirty yet but was already among Japan''s


    top ten martial artists. His father, Haruki Sato, was even more eminent, holding the title of Grand


    President of Martial United in Japan and recognized as the country''s most formidable martial artist.


    After the humiliation that Kazuki Watanabe suffered in New York, which brought shame upon the


    entire Martial United of Japan, Takashi Sato had opened a club in New York. His mission was to


    wash away the disgrace that had befallen Watanabe.


    Ryan was aware of Takashi Sato. He knew a new Sato club had opened in New York, and he was


    certain this Japanese man was up to no good.


    Staring Takashi Sato down, Ryan asked, "What are you doing here?"


    "Isn''t today the election day for the president of Martial Club United? Whoever wins in the ring


    bes the president. So, I''m here to defeat all members of Martial Club United and im the


    presidency for myself," Takashi Sato dered with arrogance – an arrogance he could afford with


    his skills and reputation in Japan.


    Bing the president of a small Martial Club United was a simple task for someone ranked within


    Japan''s top ten.


    Takashi Sato stepped onto the ring, giving Woods a nce before asking with disdain, "Are you


    Woods? The one ranked seventh in the 72 stages of the M-country rankings?"


    "Yes, I am! And what about you, Japanese man? Leaving your country toe here in this ring, are


    you courting death?" Woods may not have been the best example of virtue, but he was still a patriot


    at heart!


    When facing a Japanese challenger, he, like all M-country citizens, harbored deep animosity. The


    disgrace of Pearl Harbor had not been forgotten.


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    "Death? You''re the one who''s going to die!" Takashi Sato goaded, signaling Woods toe at him


    with a cocky flick of his finger.


    "Come on then, M-country''s trash, M-country''s sick cats! Let me have a good look at your pathetic


    martial arts!"


    While Takashi Sato taunted, the members of Sato club swiftly dispersed around the ring, pulling out


    their phones and even some video cameras to live-stream the event.


    One of the vehicles the Japanese had brought along was a small mobile broadcast van – they


    nned to stream the fight live online for the entire world to see. They wanted all of Japan and the


    entire globe to witness Takashi Sato defeating the M-country''s martial artists, to watch as the


    Japanese humiliated the M-country.


    Of course, they also intended to show everyone that Takashi Sato, after conquering the ring today,


    would defeat all the M-country fighters and be the president of Martial Club United.


    "Seeking death!" Woods, enraged, lunged with his sharp ws at Takashi Sato.


    But just as he was about to strike, the Japanese man swiftly sidestepped, avoiding the attack with


    agile grace.