A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1315 Is He Even Human?

That night, one plane took off from Mount Yan and flew off into the darkness.

Two broad wings glid through the air at a speed that the naked eye found impossible to see, leaving afterimages of multiple illusory planes in its wake.

Within the cabin sat Ye Qing-Tian. His eyes were cold and sharp like a blade.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the sun was setting across the South American continent.

An enormous red sun hung low on the horizon.

Its reddish light spilled across the lands like fresh blood.

From above, the massive Amazon rainforest resembled an ancient beast sprawling across the ancient lands of the earth.

The creatures of the day were making their way back to their nests or caves for a night's rest.

The lively and bustling rainforest was greeted with a brief respite.

Manaus, the nearest city to the rainforest, began bustling with night life.

Pedestrians streamed down the streets, some of them working folk who had just got off work, some students who had ended class and were on their way home, while others were tourists who had arrived in the city to have a taste of the foreign.

Everything seemed peaceful and well.

The citizens in that city had no idea that a huge war was taking place right now a thousand miles from their home.

Deep in the rainforest, on the island in the middle of the lake, the battle between Ye Fan and Indra had begun.

Before their fight had started, everyone had been convinced that Ye Fan had been a madman who was going to get himself killed.

They had been certain that he wouldn't survive the first attack that Indra would launch at him.

But reality unfolded in a manner that they had not expected.

Ye Fan blocked Indra's first wave of attacks and showed himself an equal of Indra in the fight.

"How...how is this possible? How could that Chinese young man block the powerful attack from a supreme grandmaster? Does he possess the power of a supreme grandmaster as well?" Everyone was stupefied.

They stared unblinkingly and with disbelief as Ye Fan met Indra's attack head on and held his ground.

It was extremely rare for someone of Ye Fan's age to possess the power of a grandmaster. Such an accomplishment made him a prodigy that only appeared once every hundred years. To be as powerful as a supreme grandmaster at his age would make Ye Fan a monster.

"That's impossible! Ye Fan cannot possibly be a supreme grandmaster. He's too young. Even if he began training in martial arts since he was a fetus in his mother's womb, he would only be a grandmaster now That would be the limit of his capabilities. How could he be a supreme grandmaster?"

"Besides, there is no one by the name of Ye Fan amongst the six pillars of China. He cannot be a supreme grandmaster. Indra must have underestimated his enemy's abilities and gone easy on him. That is why the young punk is still alive. He may have escaped death but he can't keep it up forever. Just wait and see. Indra is going to start fighting seriously. Everyone is just an insect to a supreme grandmaster. Within three attacks, our lord will tear that young punk apart!" said Reilo coldly as everyone else looked on with disbelief.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as he glared murderously at Ye Fan.

He would not believe that a young man could be a supreme grandmaster.

He would not believe that a man could attain a power that they could never hope to aspire to in their lifetime with simply twenty years of training.

There was only one explanation. Indra had not put in his all in that fight.

"You're right. Indra must have underestimated his foe."

"I agree. It's impossible that Ye Fan is a supreme grandmaster."

"A supreme grandmaster who's twenty years old?"

"How could that be possible?"

"It's impossible!"

"You need time and hard work to practice martial arts. No matter how much of a prodigy you are, you still have to put in the work every day in order to progress and reach the level of a grandmaster." "Twenty years of diligence wouldn't cut it."

Everyone nodded profusely upon hearing Reilo's words. They too were convinced that Indra had underestimated his opponent.

"Lord Indra, stop letting him off easy!"

"If we drag the fight out, the pillars of China might turn up in time to help!"

"Dragging this out is just going to bring us more trouble!"

"Indra, please kill the Chinese punk as quickly as possible!"

"Please, Indra, slay him right now!"

Reilo and the other Indian martial artists pleaded with Brahma.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind rushed at them suddenly.

The Indian martial artists were smacked in the chest by the immense force and thrown into the distance. Blood spilled from their lips.

"Shut up if you don't want me to kill you!" A murderous growl erupted like thunder in the sky.

No one had any idea what Indra was feeling right now.

Anger, shock, disbelief, frustration and bewilderment welled inside him like waves of a turbulent storm.

The ruckus that Reilo and the others had been making had only served to anger him further.

Silence descended upon the land after Brahma's outburst of fury.

Everyone was as silent as the dead. Reilo and the other Indian martial artists dared not even breathe. They were terrified of incurring the wrath of either Ye Fan or Brahma again. After the brief exchange, Ye Fan and Brahma appeared to have reached a

temporary impasse.

Brahma stared at Ye Fan with a dark, cold look in his eyes.

Whatever condescension and disdain he had felt for Ye Fan had vanished. In place of mockery was a look of utter seriousness on his face.

"Very good. Punk, you've successfully incited my urge for battle. You might have blocked my first attack, but don't gloat too soon. That was simply a starter. This is when the main course is served!" A loud metallic shrill pierced the air.

A sword spanning seven feet appeared in Indra's hand suddenly.

Indra stood in the heavens, with his sword in hand and the winds howling around him.

His thunderous voice reverberated across the sky like the war cry of an ancient god. "Take that, you punk!"

His blade sliced through the air, a green glimmering arc that ripped through cloud and sky.

Within a single second, Brahma had unleashed ten strokes of the blade and sent a flurry of attack ripping across the vast heavens.

The force of his attack descended upon Ye Fan like a furious storm.

"Is that all you have?" Ye Fan simply shook his head and smiled as he stared calmly at the main course that Brahma had just served him.

In the next moment, he moved too.

He darted across the sky like a shooting star.

If Brahma's attacks were akin to a storm, then Ye Fan was the solitary raft in that storm.

No matter how the winds blew and how the rain poured, he remained unmoving.

He was the single leaf blade that remained on the branch after the wind had torn all flowers from the tree and swept them away.

He was the gull that had mastered the rough winds and he was lightning, the singular streak of light in the vast dark night.

He was electrifying. He was light itself.

He was a demonic spirit casting its looming shadow over the lone island.

Brahma unleashed thousands of attacks with his blade and yet none landed on him.

"This..."

"He...he..."

Is he even human?"

The world fell into utter silence.

Everyone stood, frozen to their spot, as shock and horror overwhelmed them.

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