A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1370 Massacre

Everyone felt their brains burst when they saw how Ye Fan had completely shattered their attack with just one foot.

They thought that they were definitely going to emerge victorious in this fight since so many of them were attacking a severely injured person at the same time. But things did not turn out the way they had expected.

The fight had barely started, but it didn't look good.

"Reilo, what...what do we do?"

"Should we still fight?"

Ye Fan's kick had not only shattered their attack, but it had also shattered everyone's confidence and motivation to fight.

Nobody dared to come forward and the thought of retreating soon filled their minds.

This was an impossible battle.

The combination of their best techniques couldn't even hold up against one move from Ye Fan.

"There's no way we can win this fight.

Forget it, let's not fight anymore. Let him go." Reilo was feeling indignant, but he understood well that there was no way they could win Ye Fan despite his injuries.

So he gave up and didn't think about trying to kill Ye Fan anymore. After he had made this decision, he looked at Ye Fan and said regretfully, "We're not going to fight you anymore. We won't attack you anymore. You can go your way and we won't block you anymore..."

But while Reilo was still speaking and clearly stating his plan to back off, Ye Fan had already started preparing his second move.

It came down fiercely and suddenly on the crowd.

"Second move of the Invoke the Celestial Cloud, Mountain Breaking Landslide!"

A storm seemed to hit the land as a blast of energy soared into the sky.

The gigantic shadow of a fist formed around Ye Fan's hand.

The shadow was so huge that it nearly blotted the sun.

It cast a terrible shadow on the ground, as if a meteorite was plummeting onto the ground.

Wind caused by the fist swirled in all directions.

Everyone who could feel the pressure from this fist paled instantly.

Reilo was even more horrified.

"You...you're still going to attack us?! We've already decided against attacking you, so how dare you attack us instead?!" shouted Reilo angrily.

The rest just thought that Reilo must be an idiot. What logic was Reilo even going on about? If they could attack Ye Fan, of

course Ye Fan could attack them too. He wasn't going to stop just because they had.

"Bro, don't just stand there and shout at him! We'd better hurry up and run!" Reilo's two companions dashed over and dragged Reilo along with them.

Ye Fan was really too powerful for them to fight. He had crushed their combined efforts with just one foot.

The only thing in everyone's minds was to run.

Nobody even thought of trying to retaliate.

They were now desperate to get away from Ye Fan's demonic claws that could kill them.

All the martial artists who were arrogantly declaring war on a supreme grandmaster just moments ago were suddenly too terrified to fight and started running for their lives like a bunch of lunatics. But how could these people outrun Ye

Fan's intense rage and power?

That hefty fist came down on the people.

It was as if a bomb had gone off.

Boulders and rocks rolled down and the ground split in half.

Even solid granite blocks turned to nothing but dust and powder from the impact.

A terrifying crater in the ground appeared in place of where the crowd once stood.

It was at least a hundred meters in diameter and several meters deep.

A few dozen people had literally been turned to mush within that crater.

They had died without even being able to scream one last time.

Their blood and crushed bodies flowed and filled the crater.

"This..."

"Oh my god..."

The scene before them horrified the remainder of the crowd.

They were stunned speechless as they looked in horror at the carnage of flesh and blood in that crater. An intense terror seeped out from the very depths of their heart.

"He's a demon...he's a demon! He's a demon who doesn't even blink an eye when he kills!"

"Run!!! Hurry up and run!!"

Some were in tears while some were screaming at the top of their lungs.

Ye Fan's viciousness had frightened them out of their wits.

They didn't think Ye Fan would be this aggressive!

One punch had killed so many people at once.

How was he so ruthless?

Didn't he fear retribution?

Wasn't he afraid that other countries would take revenge for the death of their martial artists?

But Ye Fan didn't wait for them to wrap their heads around the situation. He continued with the next move. "The third move, Earthshaking Palm!"

A palm large enough to cover the sky began to form as he shouted these words.

The terror in the air was even more intense than before.

That palm in the sky was even more fearsome than the fist earlier!

The survivors from the previous attack suddenly realized that Ye Fan was going to kill them all.

"He's crazy!!"

"He's gone mad!"

Some cried loudly, others howled, while some exhaled sadly.

Their words were filled with bitterness, regret, horror and even some vengefulness.

They ran in all directions as they screamed and shouted.

But it was useless.

After that gigantic palm came down, every human being within its reach burst under the pressure like a bunch of rubber balls.

Bright red blood sprayed everywhere.

The sky, ground and even the trees around Ye Fan were dyed red.

It was as though blood had just rained down on the land.

But that wasn't the end of the battle. Ye Fan's massacre was not done yet.

He was like a grim reaper wielding his scythe and harvesting lives in bulk.

These esteemed martial artists from all over the world had been cut down like grass as their lives were easily harvested and they were so easily killed.

All these people were indeed highly killed martial artists from all corners of the earth.

There were nearly a hundred of them at first.

But Ye Fan continued on his way as if there wasn't anybody to begin with.

There was no counterattack or fight. It was a one-sided massacre.

One after another had fallen, and blood was flowing everywhere.

This bloody and cruel scene looked like hell on earth.

Anybody who saw something like that would have been filled with shock and despair.

But Ye Fan remained expressionless as he continued to enjoy this killing spree.

In just a few moments, the crowd had been reduced to barely twenty survivors.

These fortunate survivors gave up on escaping and resisting. They fell to their knees and pleaded with Ye Fan with a look of terror in their eyes.

They felt as though their souls had already left them.

"Grandmaster Ye, please, please spare us!!"

"We were too blind to see how powerful you are!"

"We were the audacious ones for provoking you and we were in the wrong, so we deserve to die! But I'm still young! My youngest child was just born, my mother still needs me to take care of her in her old age and my wife is still awaiting my return..."