Musti Yudha vs. Muay Thai

The earthen pot came flying towards Aditya, and he crossed his hands to block it. Upon impact, it shattered to the ground.

Mathew smirked as he brushed the ashes of the burnt parchment from his hand. "Good! So, you know how to fight."

Aditya was visibly shocked. 'What kind of treatment is this? Who throws a pot as a greeting? Is he a madman or a psycho itching for a fight? What if someone else had been here? They could have been seriously injured..'

He couldn't understand why the emperor trusted this man, let alone how he can expect to discuss his confidential plans with this mad man.

Sensing Aditya's confusion, Mathew continued, his voice cold and calculating. "I know why you came here. The emperor has asked me a favour to help you out. But I am not obligated to help you, am I?"

Turning his back, Mathew pushed the table to the end corner of the room, clearing more space between them.