A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1316 The Dragon God Shows His Might

"You scoundrel! Be a man and stop hiding! You coward! Why are you running around and hiding? Fight me like a real man! Come on, let's fight! Your cowardice disgusts me! It disgusts me!" While everyone reeled back in disbelief at the sight of Ye Fan's strange moves, Brahma, who was fighting the man himself, was slowly spiraling into a crazed fury.

He was being steadily driven to the edge of madness.

He had practiced martial arts for decades and had fought battles and wars. In all his fights, he had never experienced such fury.

He had been attacking like a madman all day. Yet, it had been akin to hitting air. None of his attacks had landed on Ye Fan.

He was livid. He felt like an ineffectual idiot.

"Scoundrel, fight me! If you don't, then you're not a man! Come on and fight me!" cursed Brahma like a madman who had been driven into a corner and had forsaken his image as an invincible martial artist.

He hurled curses at Ye Fan and called him a scoundrel and a coward.

Someone who had no idea what was going on would have thought him a throaty old woman yelling at her husband.

It was clear that Brahma was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

No matter how powerful he was, no matter how many techniques or moves he possessed, nothing helped.

Ye Fan was like an eel that kept slipping through his fingers. It didn't matter how much power he had if he couldn't hit his target.

If this went on, exhaustion or humiliation was going to kill him.

"Damnit! What technique is the punk using? Why can't Indra do anything to him?" Reilo and the other Indian martial artists snarled as fury darkened their

faces.

Everyone else were trembling with disbelief.

"That must be why that Chinese young man dared to antagonize Indra! He has this up his sleeve!"

"With such a bizarre technique, he's not going to get killed even if he's not as powerful as Brahma."

"It appears that Ye Fan is going to use that technique of his to wear Indra down!"

A few martial artists began discussing amongst themselves as they watched the fight.

It seemed a little devious of Ye Fan though. Even if he should win the fight in the end, he wouldn't have done so fairly.

Regardless, the odds were currently in his favor.

Everyone was convinced that Ye Fan was going to wear Indra down with his bizarre technique. It was then that Ye Fan suddenly stopped dodging.

"You coward, stop running. If you're a man, you'll fight me like one! Come on, fight me! Show me what you're made of!" thundered Brahma, his eyes red with fury.

Ye Fan looked straight into Brahma's eyes then and smiled smugly. "Sure, as you wish!"

BOOM!

A sudden storm rose to the air as overwhelming power erupted from Ye Fan.

Invoke the Celestial Cloud churned madly in his diaphragm.

On his bones and his meridians, strange marks began to glow.

Within moments, Ye Fan was basked in a golden glow of power.

The silhouette of a golden dragon appeared at his back.

The dragon thundered and its roar reverberated throughout the forest.

The almost tangible power sent everyone reeling back. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"That can't be..."

"Is that a physical cultivation technique?"

"I can't believe it. He's mastered a physical cultivation technique!"

"Heavens! Who is this guy?"

Everyone had thought that Ye Fan's greatest trump card had been the strength and power that he possessed as a grandmaster.

Yet, he had repeatedly challenged their assumptions again and again today.

First, with his bizarre technique of evasions and dodges, and now with his physical cultivation technique.

Both were extremely rare and valuable techniques in the martial arts circle.

It was rare for one to cross across such techniques nowadays.

What was rare became precious.

Even ordinary physical cultivation techniques would incite wars amongst martial artists and the techniques that Ye Fan possessed were no ordinary techniques. They were techniques that allowed him to rival a supreme grandmaster in a fight.

They were treasures that perhaps even War God Castle did not possess.

The young man whom they had thought absolutely ordinary suddenly seemed so mysterious.

The crowd was reeling with shock. No one noticed how Mike Jones' eyes had widened when he had seen Ye Fan unleash his physical cultivation technique.

"That...that's the Dragon God Body! Why does he know the Dragon God Body?

That's impossible!"

Mike Jones stared unblinking ly ahead. He could not believe that the most powerful technique of the Chu Sect had just been unleashed by a Chinese young man.

For many generations, the sect leader of Chu Sect had been the only person who could learn the Dragon God Body.

Mike Jones had seen his sect leader use it once. The incredibly powerful technique had left a deep impression on him.

After his initial shock, Mike Jones realized that the Dragon God Body that Ye Fan possessed appeared slightly different from the one that their sect leader had.

"Our sect leader's Dragon God Body was one of yin energy while the one that Ye Fan has is filled with yang energy. Yin and yang are opposing energies. This can't be the Dragon God Body!"

Mike Jones shook his head. The alarm inside him subsided after he had discovered those differences.

He had no way of knowing that the Dragon God Body was divided into the Yang Dragon God Body and the Yin Dragon God Body.

The Dragon God Body that Ye Fan possessed was simply one that was different from that of the Chu Sect's sect leader.

But he couldn't have known. Chu Qi-Tian, with his power and status and many years in the Chu Sect, hadn't been able to get any information on the Dragon God Body.

There was no way Mike Jones, who was of a lower rank and station, could have.

A loud explosion erupted suddenly.

Ye Fan, who had fully unleashed his Dragon God Body, did not dodge this time. Instead, he leapt fearlessly into the air and sent his fist flying at Brahma's sword. Brahma scoffed instantly.

"Do you really think you can stop my blade with your fist? In your dreams!" Brahma laughed manically before swinging his sword forward.

His sharp blade collided with Ye Fan's iron fist.

He expected it to slice through flesh like it would tofu. But that didn't happen.

Instead, the collision had ignited fierce sparks.

It was as if the sword had not hit Ye Fan's human hand but diamond instead.

"That's impossible!"

Disbelief filled Brahma's eyes. The fearsome look on his face began to show hints of panic.

It had been years since he had felt panic during a fight.

"You're going to be seeing a great many impossible things in a while."

The winds howled and swept the leaves into a flurry.

The last rays of the setting sun spilled across Ye Fan's cheek.

Ye Fan eyed the mild panic on Brahma's face and simply smiled in return.

Then, he charged forward and unleashed a storm on Brahma as he rained blows down on his foe.

If the first half of the fight were to be seen as Brahma's solo performance, then the next half was Ye Fan's! Rating the Translation Will Gain Two Pearls.