Chapter 223 The Last Hope

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

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

become Woods's personal playthings!"

"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

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

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

his skills and reputation in Japan.

Becoming 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 glance 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 to come 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.

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

planned 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 become the president of Martial Club United.

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

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

agile grace.