A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1307 Besieged by All

"Let's wait and see," Mike Jones whispered as he shook his head.

"Young Master, let's not wait anymore. This is the perfect chance to avenge our elder's death. If Chu Sect's martial artists join forces with the martial artists of the various nationalities, we can crush this young Chinese punk and turn him to dust!"

The martial artists of Chu Sect had thought that Mikes Jones would agree to attack Ye Fan without any hesitation. They had not expected Mike Jones to tell them to hold their horses.

"Silence! What do you know? Stand down. No one is to make a move without my orders," bellowed Mike Jones.

He had his reasons for staying out of the fight.

He detested confrontations and never attacked someone who was more powerful than he was if he wasn't fully confident of his chances of success.

Ye Fan was that someone right now.

In the face of a joint attack by numerous powerful martial artists, even a grandmaster such as Ye Fan would find it a challenge to preserve his composure.

But Ye Fan appeared eerily calm.

It wasn't normal behavior at all.

Mike Jones couldn't help but be suspicious.

Did the young man have something hidden up his sleeve? A powerful trump card, perhaps?

Because of these concerns, Mike Jones had ordered his men to stay their hand.

He planned to watch and wait.

When the moment was right, he would strike.

When he did, he would make sure that it was a lethal blow.

If he attacked, he would strive to kill Ye Fan in a single attack.

BOOM!

While Mike Jones plotted and conspired secretly, the rest had gathered in a group and launched their attacks.

"Mountainous Crush!"

"Sundered Mountain!"

"Buddha's Mark!"

Furious yells erupted in the air as attack after attack was unleashed.

Everyone began to unleash their most powerful moves.

The force of their attacks rose to the heavens like a whirlwind.

"Elder Kong, Yan-Xi, what are you still waiting for? Come on, let's attack! The scoundrel humiliated us. It's time we repay him for what he's done to us!"

Lv Hua must have been the happiest person in the crowd.

Laughing gleefully, he rushed ahead, gathered his strength in his fist and swung a punch at Ye Fan.

Kong Ming and Lu Yan-Xi appeared slightly hesitant.

They might have had a fallout with Ye Fan, but he was still a Chinese citizen.

Besides, Ye Fan had helped Lu Yan-Xi in the past. She was reluctant to attack him. "Why aren't the both of you attacking? Are you with him?"

The Australian martial artists had been keeping an eye on the Chinese martial artists.

They had all come from the same Chinese martial arts circle, after all. They might just sneak up behind the others and attack them while they were busy fighting Ye Fan.

"Of course not! Don't be mistaken. We have nothing to do with Ye Fan now. You saw what happened during the fight for spirit energy fruits," Kong Ming explained hastily as soon as he sensed the hostile stares on him.

He turned and gave Lu Yan-Xi a look. They had to join the rest and attack.

In their current situation, it was best to follow the crowd.

Otherwise, the crowd would turn against them and label them as their enemies alongside Ye Fan.

Left with no other option, Kong Ming and Lu Yan-Xi joined the attack against Ye Fan.

But it was clear that their hearts weren't in it and that they had not unleashed their full power.

Regardless, the attacks unleashed by numerous martial artists created a commotion that grew increasingly louder as the powerful attacks surged at Ye Fan like waves of a terrible stormy sea. "Time to die, punk!"

"This is what you get for stealing from us!"

"Yeah, this is what you get for injuring our fellow martial artists!"

"It's time you learn your lesson!"

Amidst the growing storm, the Australian martial artists laughed manically as they were about to get their revenge.

Ferocity twisted the features of the other martial artists while indifference turned the look in their eyes cold. They didn't care for Ye Fan's death at all.

He was the only thing standing between them and treasure.

No one would pity him.

Kong Ming and Lu Yan-Xi might be the only ones who felt loss and guilt.

"Why must he be so stubborn? Why is he getting himself killed over a mere treasure?" sighed Kong Ming.

He was convinced that Ye Fan's chances of surviving the attack were slim.

Everyone thought the same, except Mike Jones, who was still staring unblinking ly at the young man before him with a solemn look in his eyes. "How are you going to survive this, Ye Fan? Do you have a trump card hidden up your sleeve?"

HUU!

An icy wind swept across the heavens while a storm gathered in the sky.

The numerous attacks unleashed by the crowd had turned into an invincible force that threatened to rip the heavens and earth apart.

Standing before the storm was a calm young man.

He was akin to a solitary raft in the stormy sea.

Yet, no matter how the winds howled and the rain poured, he remained unfazed.

"Still putting up an act before your final moment, I see. Let's see how you deal with our attacks!" said an Australian martial artist with a mirthless smile on his face. The others stared at Ye Fan with a cold, dispassionate look, as if they were looking at a corpse.

No one believed that he would survive the attack.

WHOOSH!

The heavens quaked as the winds howled.

The storm had arrived right before Ye Fan.

Before the tornado of pure energy could devour Ye Fan alive, something unexpected happened then.

The young girl whom Ye Fan had shielded with his back somehow summoned her courage and ran out.

She stretched her arms out and tried to shield Ye Fan with her own body.

The sight struck everyone dumb.

Mike Jones went mad. He yelled as he rushed forward like a crazed man.

"Angie, come back! Get back here!"

"Young Mistress!"

"Watch out!"

The eyes of everyone in Chu Sect reddened as they rushed towards Angie in a bid to save her.

They weren't going to make it in time. She was too far away.

They could only watch haplessly as Angie and Ye Fan got swallowed up by the ferocious storm.

"Angie!!" shouted Mike Jones as he fell to his knees in despair. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "Why did things turn out this way? Why?"

He couldn't believe his eyes. He had never expected things to unfold this way.

He had not expected his silly sister to

sacrifice herself for a man.

As Mike Jones wept, a young man's voice thundered in the storm ahead.

"The first move of Invoke the Celestial Cloud..."

It began quietly, like a spark in the endless night that spread like wildfire and set ablaze the vast plains. It was like a trickling stream that grew into the infinite sea.

Like the thunderous toll of a bell, the words that followed next reverberated across the heavens.

"Cloud Sun Kick!"

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