A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1195 How Dare You

Ye Fan's voice thundered in the night.

Everyone could see the icy glint flash across his eyes.

His right arm rose into the air and circled a few times.

The natural energies of heaven and earth appeared to respond to his call as they surged towards Ye Fan and gathered within his palm.

Clouds roiled in the skies while leaves were torn from their branches and swept away by a gust of wind.

The waves of energy emanating from Ye Fan grew more powerful by the moment.

Within the span of a few seconds, the power that exuded from his form had reached a terrifying intensity!

Everyone watched in stupor as a gigantic palm took shape in the skies.

Its vastness blanketed the heavens and obscured the moon and the stars.

The sight of it sent everyone reeling back in terror.

"Heavens..."

"What...what is that?"

"Where did that gigantic palm come from?"

Fear was driving them mad.

These were ordinary soldiers who had been taught science and reason their whole lives.

The feat that they were witnessing right now was something that they had only seen in the movies or television dramas.

They were naturally blown away by the sight of this.

Chen Lan himself widened his eyes in shock.

"What kind of technique is that? How could a nobody possess such great power?"

Fear shone brightly in his eyes. He began to consider the possibility of a retreat.

Without hesitation, he turned and attempted to leave.

"Trying to run for it? Do you think you can?" A mirthless smile tugged at Ye Fan's lips.

The enormous palm in the sky fell upon him instantly.

A loud clap of thunder erupted in the forest.

Chen Lan clenched his jaw and struggled to hold his ground.

But the overpowering force of Ye Fan's attack was simply too much for him. It had driven Chen Lan's feet deep into the ground.

"Don't bother fighting back. It's useless," said Ye Fan dispassionately like a judge meting out a death sentence.

The enormous palm sank further downward. With a thunderous roar, Ye Fan bellowed. "Kneel!"

Chen Lan failed to withstand the further weight crushing down on him. All he felt was an overpowering force rushing at him like the overwhelming waves of a tsunami.

The sound of bones snapping punctuated the air. Chen Lan's legs broke and his kneecaps shattered. Blood poured from his mouth. Ye Fan's attack drove the towering man onto his knees. Blood gushed from his mouth like a bright red waterfall.

Chen Lan looked a sorry sight. He knelt like a prisoner on death row, his former air of arrogance gone without a trace.

Ye Fan's blow had crushed his bones and his blood vessels.

He was a ruined man.

The human instinct for survival drove him to plead with Ye Fan desperately.

Instructor Chu...please...spare my life.

Please don't kill me. I don't want to die..." His weakened voice sounded pitiful.

No one would have believed that Chen Lan would say such words until they witnessed it with their own eyes.

A few hours ago, he had been the chief instructor of the Jiangdong military camp, a man who had wielded immense power over a vast army.

Who could have foreseen that within the span of a few hours, he would become a ruined man who had to resort to begging to save himself?

Ye Fan was unmoved by Chen Lan's pleas.

'Tm the Green Dragon's general and my duty is to my own. You should have known that this was going to happen when you injured the Green Dragon Force and tried to kill them. Isn't it a little too late to regret your actions and beg for mercy now?" Ye Fan's cold voice was devoid of all emotion.

Utter despair overwhelmed Chen Lan when he heard Ye Fan's words.

The last dregs of hope that he had harbored had just been ripped apart.

He could not have foreseen that he would be killed by a man so much younger than him.

In fact, there was no way he could have known how powerful Instructor Chu, the man who had the Green Dragon Force's back, was.

A gust of wintry wind sent countless fallen leaves dancing in the air.

Amidst the flurry of leaves, Chen Lan watched as Ye Fan approached him steadily.

Staring at his skinny silhouette was akin to staring at the shadowy figure of death.

He was seized by an unbearable terror as death inched towards him.

He couldn't control himself.

His eyes widened in terror.

"No...you can't kill me. I'm the chief instructor of the three armies and a general of the military. I'm the leader of the Xingyi Sect. You're just a lowly nobody... you wouldn't dare to kill me!" hollered Chen Lan, his desperate, hoarse cries filling the night.

Ye Fan's steps never wavered.

Chen Lan watched in despair as Ye Fan lifted his foot, held it above Chen Lan's chest and got ready to send it smashing into his chest.

"Stop, Ye Fan!"

"You scoundrel, don't you dare do it! I order you to stop!"

Just then, two furious voices thundered simultaneously.

The commotion had caught the attention of both Wu Yang and Lin Qing-He and they had rushed over anxiously.

The sight that they had been greeted with had shocked both Wu Yang and Lin Qing-He, who had yelled at Ye Fan immediately to stop him from killing Chen Lan.

Their commands went unheeded.

Ye Fan's foot had come crushing down the moment their cries had sounded.

A scream of pain rang out. Everyone stared as Ye Fan sent his foot through the chest of the man who had been the chief instructor of the three armies and a powerful martial artist.

What should have been sturdy bones were smashed like tofu.

The force of Ye Fan's foot nearly crushed Chen Lan's upper torso.

Blood spurted from the hole in Chen Lan's chest like a strong gush of red from a fountain, then vaporized before they could land on Ye Fan.

A dark red mist appeared around Ye Fan.

The Jiangdong military camp's chief instructor had barely served a month before he had been killed.

A deathly silence descended upon them all.

Blood fled the faces of the thousands of soldiers. They instinctively staggered away from Ye Fan.

In their eyes, Ye Fan was the embodiment of the devil!

"You...how dare you! How dare you kill him! You've gone too far, Ye Fan! How could you kill Chen Lan? He's the chief instructor of the Jiangdong military camp!" thundered Lin Qing-He as murderous rage colored his eyes red.

Wu Yang was livid too.

He had not expected Ye Fan to do the unforgivable and kill a high-ranking military official right before his eyes.