A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1309 A Mysterious Arrival

They had thought that they had had Ye Fan cornered. But they had been wrong. In fact, they had been terribly wrong.

Ye Fan wasn't the one trapped in a corner. They were.

Ye Fan had single-handedly trapped all of them in a corner.

Some believed that ten thousand of them couldn't rival a single man while some believed that they alone could rival ten thousand men.

Ye Fan was clearly the latter.

The shock of witnessing Ye Fan's prowess in battle passed. Silence descended upon the earth once again.

Ye Fan stood proudly as his dark, unfathomable eyes surveyed his surroundings. They seemed as if they could see through everything, including time itself.

A light breeze rose before him and sent fallen leaves into a flurry.

Gentle waves rippled across the clear surface of the lake behind him.

Ye Fan simply stood like an unmoving mountain.

His gaze fell upon the crowd once more and his voice rumbled like thunder and filled the heavens.

"Anyone else wants to venture another try?"

Ye Fan's furious voice sent the martial artists of the numerous nations trembling.

They dared not even look him straight in the eye.

Moments ago, many of them had thought naively that Ye Fan wouldn't be able to stop them all.

But reality had told them otherwise, loudly and clearly.

Who said a single man couldn't take down the whole world?

Ye Fan just did.

No one had foreseen that he would be so powerful.

"Somebody, help me!"

"Help!"

The Australian martial artists lay on the ground moaning in pain.

No one dared to do anything about it.

In fact, many of them longed to kill those idiots themselves.

If not for these idiots, they wouldn't have attempted to attack Ye Fan.

Without that attack, none of their comrades would be injured or killed. They would not have suffered so many casualties. "Chu Sect was smart to stay out of this. We should have done what they had done," lamented many of them with regret. The most regretful of them all must be the Australian martial artists who were still alive and moaning on the ground.

If they had known how powerful Ye Fan was, they would rather have killed themselves instead of incurring his wrath.

But it was too late now.

Regret wasn't going to turn back time.

Angie was probably the only person who was feeling happy right now.

She was still in Ye Fan's arms.

The girl felt an incredible joy as she savored Ye Fan's warm embrace.

She had witnessed her precious Fan's invincible prowess. He had stood before an army and leveled it. Angie's young heart had undoubtedly been won over by Ye Fan's display of absolute power. Her eyes were filled with adoration as she stared at Ye Fan.

Was this the true extent of her Fan's strength?

He was amazing.

He was so much more amazing than anyone whom she had ever met.

"Alright, you silly girl. Get down. They'll think you're some kid I'm grooming to be my wife in the future," teased Ye Fan as he shook his head indulgently. The danger had passed, but Angie had remained in his arms and wouldn't let go.

Angie's cheeks flushed when she heard that. She wormed out of Ye Fan's embrace instantly.

"You're so annoying, Fan! Am I not good enough for you? I'm the one who doesn't want your hugs. I won't hug you again even if you beg me to," said Angie angrily. Adorable girls remained adorable even when they were mad.

Ye Fan gave the girl in front of him an exasperated smile.

It was replaced with a sudden stern look. "Remember, never do something so stupid again."

One's true loyalties were revealed only in hardship.

Angie had rushed in front of him to protect him from danger. Honestly, Ye Fan had been moved.

There was a certain measure of irony to be found.

His supposed comrades like Kong Ming and Lv Hua had not chosen to extend a helping hand when he had been in trouble and had in fact joined his enemies to attack him.

But a young girl whom he had barely known for a few days had risked her life in an attempt to save his.

Some people couldn't even compare with a mere child.

The world resumed peace once again as Ye Fan and Angie bantered with each

other.

The martial artists who had survived looked up and stared quietly at the young man standing in front of the cave.

He looked so small in front of the enormous mountain.

Yet that small figure had unleashed power that had leveled an entire army of martial artists.

He had planted himself there and stopped everyone from advancing forward.

The man whom they had looked down upon had become a mountain himself, one that they could not possibly scale. "So be it."

"We're not fated to have that treasure after all."

"Let's go." "Let's go home.'

Everyone had lost their lust for treasure after the battle.

Many of them had decided to give up and instead got ready to make their retreat from the island.

After all, there was no point in remaining here any longer.

With Ye Fan in the way, they wouldn't get their hands on the treasure even if one did exist in that cave.

The world and its treasures belonged only to the strong.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings. So many of you and yet you couldn't even deal with one young man. What's the point of all those years of training? Have they all been for nothing?"

Just as everyone got ready to leave, a cold wind rushed out from the forest and a chilly voice reverberated across the heavens.

"Who is it? Who dares insult us?"

Everyone was shocked.

They looked around wildly as they searched for the man who had insulted them.

Yet they saw no one in the forest.

As they were prepared to give up, a blurry silhouette appeared in the distance.

At first, he seemed to be standing a thousand meters away from them.

But the next moment, he appeared right before them.

"What incredible speed!"

They were dumbstruck.

The man had been walking so leisurely. Yet within a few steps, he had crossed a thousand meters and appeared right before their eyes. It was as if he had teleported himself. That was when they realized that he was a middle-aged man.

He wore loose, gray robes and had a white turban on his head. He looked like one of those traveling monks from ancient India.

"Who are you? How dare you call us good-for-nothings! What audacity! We might not be able to kill that Chinese scoundrel, but that doesn't mean we can't kill you. Apologize to us immediately if you wish to live!" A few Indonesian martial artists stepped out of the crowd and yelled at the man. Their eyes were ablaze with fury. They were still fuming over the defeat that they had suffered earlier.

The disrespectful words from a stranger were an open provocation that sent these Indonesian martial artists hurling curses at him.

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