A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1317 This Is What Power Looks Like

Ye Fan's fist charged towards Brahma.

As his fist thrusted forward, the force of his punch sent waves rippling in the air. They were akin to waves surging from the ocean upon the crashing of a boulder into its depths.

Alarmed, Brahma raised his sword and blocked the blow.

Ye Fan's fist smashed into Brahma's blade.

Amidst a thunderous rumble, a wave of incredible power erupted from the center of the fight and surged outward with the force of a tsunami.

The two fighters were shoved back from the force of their collision.

No matter what, Brahma had blocked Ye Fan's punch.

"I was wondering how powerful your moves might be. It seems that they're nothing much. I managed to block your blow while using only half of my usual strength. If I had used my full strength, you wouldn't have been able to budge me at all!" said Brahma as he smirked.

No one noticed the tremors still rippling down his blade.

Nor did they notice the blood on his palm, staining the skin between his thumb and index finger.

He wasn't doing as well as he had claimed.

No one noticed the wariness and suspicion hidden beneath Brahma's veneer of calmness.

Ye Fan's bizarre moves and incredible strength had vastly surpassed his expectations.

The techniques that the young man had unleashed had shocked him.

He had been frustrated and infuriated by Ye Fan's evasions and dodges. Now that Ye Fan had begun to mount an offensive, it was clear that he was as powerful as Brahma was. Brahma finally felt the very real threat that Ye Fan could pose to his life.

But he wasn't at the end of his rope yet. He still had a trump card up his sleeve.

Yet, Brahma also knew that even if he were to use that trump card of his and gave his all to kill the young man before him, he would have to pay a heavy price for his victory.

He would be utterly spent and perhaps even injured.

That wasn't something that Brahma wanted at all.

He wasn't here to have a battle to the death with a strange young man. He was here for treasure.

Having considered his numerous concerns, Brahma's urge to murder Ye Fan began to fade away.

All he wanted now was for Ye Fan to give up the fight willingly.

That had been why he had feigned composure just now. He had wanted Ye Fan to know that he had hit a brick wall and to turn back.

Yet, things didn't always unfold as one planned.

Ye Fan appeared unfazed by Brahma's cold smirk.

He steadied his feet, then charged at Brahma again with his fists swinging.

"Is that so? Well, I look forward to seeing the great Indra at his full strength!"

Mild laughter rose in the air and was swept away by the wind.

His second wave of attacks arrived the next moment.

It was more fearsome than his first.

Ye Fan's fists shot out and his arms swung forcefully. Within the span of a few breaths, he had unleashed thousands of punches. Basked in golden light and with a dragon lingering at his back, Ye Fan looked like a demon that had just stepped out of the depths of hell.

He roared as he unleashed a flurry of attacks at Brahma.

He had no sword and no need of one.

He had become the most powerful weapon on this earth.

The Dragon God Body had turned his bones into steel.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

He threw ten punches in a span of a breath.

The overwhelming force of his attacks sent the land quaking and the heavens shaking.

Ye Fan's relentless attack steadily drove Brahma back.

All Brahma could do was block the attacks

that Ye Fan had thrown at him. He couldn't retaliate at all.

He was being thrashed by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan unleashed one last heavy blow that broke through Brahma's defenses.

His fist surged forward with unstoppable force, sending Brahma's sword flying out of his hand before landing heavily on Brahma's cheek.

A loud buzzing sounded in his head when that fist connected with his cheek. He spiraled into a sudden daze.

His nose broke. Blood flowed freely down his face.

The force of Ye Fan's punch sent him flying across the sky, crashing into boulders and trees before finally landing heavily on the ground.

The world was utterly silent, save for the sudden gasps of shock made by the other martial artists.

Ye Fan's punch hadn't simply hit Brahma. Everyone felt as if they had been punched in the face as well.

Mike Jones was stupefied. He was rooted to the spot and at a loss for words.

Reilo was gaping like an idiot. His chest was heaving violently but he too was speechless.

Angie, who had retreated into the distance, was also gaping.

The others were equally dumbstruck.

Everyone stared unblinkingly at Ye Fan, the young man who had just beaten a supreme grandmaster, as if they were staring at a monster. That was just incredible.

No one could have expected a nobody to display such incredible power and thrash the invincible Indra so utterly and thoroughly. What a powerful and fearsome fighter!

The flurry of attacks that Ye Fan had unleashed had not only knocked him silly, but it had also done the same to everyone else.

They had not seen a fight more ferocious and glorious as the one that they had just witnessed.

So, that was how supreme grandmasters fought.

"How dare you hurt me! You're just a nobody! How dare you injure me! I'm going to kill you!"

While everyone was still trying to recover from their shocked stupor, Brahma had already gotten to his feet.

He wiped the bloodstain off his cheek and glared venomously at the young man in front of him.

Murderous rage colored his eyes.

'Tm not suffered such insult since I was made a supreme grandmaster and listed in the Sky Ranking. You're done very well indeed, young man. You have given me the urge to kill you. I had every intention of letting you live because I felt sorry for you. You must have trained so hard, after all. But I have now changed my mind. I swear I'll kill you today! I'm not a man if I don't!" roared Brahma as he glared murderously at Ye Fan.

The power emanating from his person grew as he spoke.

The energies of the heaven and earth rushed towards him, as if summoned, until the very air around him could hold no more of them.

Brahma rushed into the heavens.

He stretched his arm out, lifted his face skyward and hollered.

"My sword!"

Whoosh!

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