A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1318 A Second Wave

The two words landed amidst the crowd like bombs.

The long sword that Ye Fan had sent flying into the ground seemed to take on a life of its own instantly. It charged towards the heavens, whistling loudly as it sliced through air, and appeared in Brahma's hand again.

The winds howled while leaves flew Hurriedly in the air.

Sword in hand, Brahma hovered in mid-air and gazed down upon the men and women at his feet.

His voice was like the heavy knells of the morning church bells thundering across the island.

"I began practicing martial arts since I was three and got accepted into the Swarga Sect when I was seven. I was the loyal student of that old man and treated him like my master and my father. My only wish was that he would teach me the most powerful technique, the Vajr. But he died without fulfilling my wish!"

"The heavens did not forsake me though. After he died, I searched long and hard through the records in our sect and finally pieced together the contents of the Vajr. After training hard for thirty years, I finally mastered the Vajr and became a supreme grandmaster. Today, I shall call upon the forces of nature, summon lightning and strike you dead!"

BOOM!

The winds howled and leaves danced in a flurry as Brahma's thunderous voice reverberated in the sky.

The look in his eyes turned as cold as ice.

He raised his sword to the sky.

The winds grew stronger while clouds roiled.

Flashes of lightning flared in the heavens as a storm darkened the skies.

One could hear thunder rumbling in the distance.

"That...that..."

"Is that lightning?"

"My god!"

"Is Indra really...going to summon lightning?"

"Is he really a god? A guardian of India?"

The sight of the skies changing nearly had everyone wetting their pants.

Lightning was the domain of the gods.

Since the dawn of human history, there had been numerous myths and folklore about those who could command lightning.

Every one of those tales had described these wielders of lightning as deities and gods.

After all, only the gods could wield the energies of the natural world.

Yet, they were going to witness something that belonged in myths and legends.

Even those who had seen their fair share of the world found that incredulous.

They couldn't help but think that Brahma had somehow shed his human skin and ascended to godhood.

Faces paled. A few religious men had fallen to their knees and begun to pray.

Only the martial artists from Chu Sect preserved some semblance of composure.

"This is the Vajr! The Vajr from the Swarga Sect! I thought it lost when the Swarga Sect was annihilated. But it appears that Indra has mastered it," whispered Mike Jones solemnly. The energies of the natural world were divided into the five primary elemental powers.

Most martial artists only focused on training their physical body and developing the latter to their fullest capacity.

But when one reached the level of the grandmaster, he would have reached the peak of his physical capacity.

In order to become more powerful, he would have to harness the energies of the natural world.

Yu Yun had tried to harness the power of the cold.

The Swarga Sect had tried to harness the power of lightning.

With the aid of mystic techniques and martial arts, they could gain the ability to summon lightning as well. Lightning was simply one of many ways in which the natural energies of the world were made visible. As long as one understood the principles behind this truth, it no longer appeared magical or mysterious. That explained Mike Jones' comparative composure.

Storm clouds rumbled in the skies.

A harsh wintry wind began to rise.

With his sword in hand, Brahma stood in the heavens like a god meting out judgment to humankind.

"Ye Fan, you're the one who pushed me to this. Prepare to die!" thundered Brahma as he pointed his sword heavenward. "Lighting, strike!"

Everyone stared in horror as lightning descended from the heavens and lit the skies ablaze.

A lightning bolt as long as ten meters snaked down the dark night, pulsating and flashing violently.

The sight of such sheer power stole everyone's breaths away.

Ye Fan stood before the storm and stared at the bolt of lightning. The grave look on his face eased into something lighter.

"Is that what you call the forces of nature?

That tiny bolt of lightning?" Ye Fan shook his head and smiled.

This was not his first encounter with the Vajr.

Many years ago, he had witnessed the true power of the Swarga Sect's Vajr.

The summoner had summoned a lightning bolt that had stood as tall as a hundred meters.

Brahma's measly lightning bolt could hardly compare to the one that he had seen all those years ago.

"Silence! It appears that you have no idea how the Swarga Sect's Vajr works at all. Are you still trying to put on a brave front in your final moments? You're going to be turned to ashes in a few seconds. Let's see you laugh then!" thundered Brahma furiously as he continued his summoning of lightning.

This Chinese punk was going to drive him crazy.

He had expected a frightened and terrified Ye Fan after he had unleashed the Vajr.

He hadn't expected Ye Fan to show no hint of terror at all and to instead mask his fear with macho posturing.

"Is that so? Well, we shall see who gets the final laugh," said Ye Fan before laughing softly again.

He unleashed his full power then.

Invoke the Celestial Cloud churned madly inside his diaphragm as power gushed through his veins.

A shimmering golden light enveloped his body as he unleashed the Dragon God Body.

He was now at his most powerful.

Brahma's Vajr might not be as powerful as Ye Fan had thought it to be, but it was still lightning, one of the wildest and most ferocious powers of the natural world. Brahma himself was a supreme grandmaster listed in the Sky Ranking and the second most powerful martial artist in Asia, second only to the God of War.

Ye Fan dared not underestimate him at all.

He wasn't going to hold back when he attacked.

A deafening explosion erupted as Ye Fan reached his peak strength.

He thrusted his foot into the ground and sprung into the air, landing amongst the clouds. Hovering in mid-air, he resembled a dragon that emanated power and strength.

His voice reverberated across the heavens.

"Invoke the Celestial Cloud, Cloud Sun Kick!"

Immense power gathered at his foot as he got ready to smash it down into Brahma. Then, something unexpected happened.

A figure in gray robes appeared in the forest.

He raced past the trees at lightning speed, burst into the clearing and appeared right behind Ye Fan.

Something glinted in his hand.

A dagger flashed dangerously in the light as it stabbed at Ye Fan's neck.

No one realized what was going on. In fact, some of them did not even notice the stranger who had appeared behind Ye Fan. Angie was the first to cry out. "Fan, watch out!"

"What?"

Alarm bells blared inside Ye Fan's head while his pupils contracted in shock.

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