A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1312 Why Are You Laughing?

"Do you remember the tragedy that befell the Chinese martial arts circle in the Amazon rainforest thirty years ago? War God Castle sent five martial artists to the South American continent to join the fight for spirit energy fruits. They were talented martial artists that the Chinese martial arts circle poured vast resources into grooming. They were meant to be the future pillars of the Chinese martial arts circle. One of them was the personal disciple of one of our pillars of the nation and showed the greatest potential to become a supreme grandmaster at the age of fifty."

"Yet, three of them were killed in that fight. The other two were lucky enough to escape back to China alive. But they were seriously injured, with no hopes of a full recovery. They might have survived, but their future in the martial arts circle was ruined. Of the three dead, one was the disciple of one of our pillars of the nation."

"The murderer who killed them was Brahma! He had not yet been made a supreme grandmaster then. After robbing us of our spirit energy fruits, he grew incredibly powerful within a span of a few years and was declared a supreme grandmaster who went on to command South Asia and gain a spot in the Sky Ranking. He is now the leader of the Indian and South Asian martial arts circles."

Talking about the past might bring up terrible memories of pain and shame, but these were memories that could and should not be easily forgotten.

China was a great nation of people that had a glorious history that had spanned five thousand years. She had survived for so long because her people remembered the lessons that history taught them and the shame and dishonor that they had suffered.

They rose anew from the flames of hardship and suffering like a phoenix, again and again.

The massacre that Brahma had committed against Chinese martial artists had caused a huge commotion in the Chinese martial arts circle.

But the martial arts circle was rife with violence and death.

The victorious and strong survived while the weak and defeated perished.

Everyone who participated in every fight for spirit energy fruits should be prepared to die.

That had been why the Chinese martial arts circle had nowhere to vent its fury despite its anger over the death of its members.

Those were the rules.

Everything that happened in the South American continent stayed within the continent.

No one was to seek vengeance for what they had lost during the fight within the Amazon rainforest.

That had been the consensus that had been reached by all martial arts circles across the globe.

The pillars of China could not have demanded the Indian martial arts circle hand over the man who had slaughtered their own.

The only thing that they could do had been to bury that hatred deep inside their hearts and await the right moment to unleash it.

"So, that's him! That scoundrel, he joined the fight with other imminent grandmasters under the guise as one when he was already a grandmaster himself. He's outdone himself this time. He's already a supreme grandmaster and yet here he is again, fighting for treasure with us imminent grandmasters. He has no shame. No matter how powerful the Indian martial arts circle is, they're just a bunch of shameless men and women!" growled Lv Hua furiously when he realized that this was the man who had slaughtered those Chinese martial artists thirty years ago.

"Lv Hua, mind your words! Do you wish to die? None of us are walking out of here if he hears you," said Kong Ming hastily while alarm flickered in his eyes.

Luckily, every Indian martial artist's attention was pinned on Ye Fan now. No one paid them any attention at all.

"Ye Fan's going to be in so much trouble this time!"

Kong Ming suddenly turned his eyes towards the solitary young man standing in front of the cave. A sense of loss and pity unfurled inside him.

Brahma had killed one of China's best and brightest in martial arts thirty years ago.

Was tragedy going to repeat itself today?

The others around Kong Ming shared Kong Ming's sentiments too as they looked at Ye Fan with pity in their eyes.

"He's so dead."

"That guy's finished."

"Yeah, he's dead meat."

"Everyone else is just an ant to a supreme grandmaster."

"This isn't any supreme grandmaster. It's Indra, the guy who commands the whole of South Asia and whom the world fears and respects."

"Powerful martial artists like him can destroy the world with a snap of their fingers."

"Even grandmasters are just walking corpses waiting to be turned to dust in his hands."

The heated discussions continued in hushed whispers.

Many were excited that they had just seen a supreme grandmaster with their own eyes. Others were terrified by the powerful man before them. Still, others felt a sense of loss and pity for the young man standing in front of the cave.

Moments ago, many had thought the middle-aged man brazen and arrogant for demanding that Ye Fan kill himself with a sword.

But it seemed that he hadn't been arrogant or audacious at all.

He had simply been confident of his own strength.

There had been no need for posturing at all.

That was because he was as powerful as he had suggested.

His name alone was worth a goldmine.

That was why no one thought that the young man stood any chances of survival at all.

No matter how powerful Ye Fan was, he was still only a grandmaster.

The most powerful grandmaster in the world wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow from a supreme grandmaster.

"Haha! Ye Fan, you didn't expect this at all, did you? You really think you can get away with anything just because you're a grandmaster? There's always someone else more powerful than you. You're just a bug when compared to our lord, Indra. A bug waiting to be squashed," laughed Reilo with malicious glee.

Naturally, Ye Fan had heard everything that everyone had said.

He stared at Brahma. "You're Brahma? The leader of the South Asian martial arts circle?"

Brahma laughed softly. "Well, since you already know who I am, you should hurry up and make your move. I don't want to waste too much time on a nobody."

Brahma eyed the sword at Ye Fan's feet as he subtly urged Ye Fan to quickly kill himself.

From the tone of his voice, he was clearly losing his patience.

A few seconds passed. Brahma was displeased to find the Chinese young man merely standing there calmly and with no intention of doing anything. "Why aren't you doing anything? Do you really want me to kill you myself? They won't be able to piece your corpse together when I'm done with you."

The man's voice reverberated in the air. His words were filled with the threat of violence and death.

Anyone else would have been absolutely terrified after being yelled by at Brahma.

Yet, there was no hint of fear on Ye Fan's face at all. He simply shook his head and smiled.

There was a hint of scorn and anger in his laugh.

It grated on Brahma's ears.

"Young man, why are you laughing? You've got guts, laughing when you're about to be killed!"

Brahma tried to suppress the fury simmering inside him. His former composure had fled him and in its place was a look darkened with anger.

Ye Fan's laughter had clearly succeeded in provoking him.

Ye Fan didn't seem to care though. He continued shaking his head, the smile still lingering on his lips. "Brahma, you seem to think very highly of yourself and too lowly of me. You have no idea who's standing before you right now."

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