A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1371 Invincible in Battle

"I can't afford to die! I really can't! If you spare me, I, Reilo, will do anything to atone for my sins today!"

The ten odd martial artists knelt fearfully before Ye Fan.

Their faces were petrified and they looked like they were in great despair.

Reilo in particular, was deathly pale.

He kowtowed profusely to Ye Fan.

He had used so much strength to kowtow that his forehead was beginning to bleed.

He pleaded desperately with Ye Fan as terror gripped his heart and tears and mucus covered his face.

Reilo was really terrified now.

He thought that Ye Fan wouldn't have dared to do anything to them even if they surrounded him and attacked him.

Every single person in the crowd represented their country's martial arts

circle.

As long as Ye Fan offended even one person, he would have offended the entire martial arts circle that backed that one person. Reilo never imagined that this harmless looking young man was actually a killing machine.

This machine viewed all of them as ants and thought their lives were cheap.

He didn't care about offending the martial arts circles of so many countries and was just bent on killing everyone who tried to attack him. Reilo never thought that that this simple idea of his would have brought a calamity to the global martial arts world.

And worse still, his own life was now in danger.

He was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he would never have tried to provoke Ye Fan in the first place.

But it was too late for regrets now. The only thing he could do now was to pray that Ye Fan would stop here and spare his life. "Grandmaster Ye, please spare us! We really don't want to die!"

"It's Reilo who got us to surround and attack you! He's the bastard who instigated all of us! We were blinded by this despicable man and ended up committing a terrible crime. Reilo deserves to die a thousand times over, but we're all innocent!"

Everyone was also groveling and pleading at Ye Fan's feet.

Their miserable voices rang out loudly.

But while they pleaded with Ye Fan, their hearts were also filled with hatred towards Reilo. They were more than happy to slice Reilo into a thousand pieces now.

If Reilo hadn't goaded them into this and hadn't come up with this lousy idea, their companions wouldn't have died so

tragically. Their own lives wouldn't be in such grave danger now either.

But Ye Fan wasn't moved by their desperate pleas.

There was no sign of compassion on his face. Only malice and nonchalance could be seen.

Sometimes, one had to pay the price for even trying to do something, even if one had not succeeded.

Ye Fan was no saint. As long as someone was trying to kill him, he was going to kill that person!

The winds started howling again. Everyone watched hopelessly as Ye Fan's final move came down on them anyway.

The giant finger in the air came hurtling down on them like a great mountain falling from the sky.

"NOO!" "NOOOO!"

"I don't want to die!!"

Red flames shot into the sky and threatened to burn everything in its way.

The last few survivors screamed and shrieked when they saw Ye Fan's Red Flame Finger.

Their shouts of despair and howls of misery were like the sounds of struggling ants in a fire.

It was useless.

It was impossible for any of them to survive the Red Flame Finger.

Everyone turned to nothing but ash as the fiery finger came down on them.

Just before he died, Reilo felt so much regret in his heart.

He really hated himself for provoking a demon like Ye Fan.

He was the one who caused the death of his companions.

He was also the one who had caused the deaths of so many highly skilled martial artists.

In his last moments, Reilo was on his knees as he looked up and cried in anguish.

He didn't blame anybody else. His actions had resulted in this end and he deserved what he got.

If he hadn't instigated the crowd to make an attempt on Ye Fan's life, all of them would still be happily drinking away in that little makeshift pub.

But now, they were all dead.

Everyone was dead!

Everything was over now.

Reilo was once a highly respected martial artist in the Indian martial arts circle, but he had to carry his regret and guilt into the nether world as Ye Fan's fiery finger turned him to ash. After Reilo died, the entire place fell back into silence again.

Only a chilling wind blew across the wasteland as it carried the smell of blood and fire.

This place was previously covered with lush greenery and many were enjoying a drink not too long ago. But now, it had been ravaged by Ye Fan's attacks, and dead bodies were strewn everywhere. The martial artists who had hoped to kill Ye Fan and rob him of his treasures would remain here forever.

One fist, one palm and one finger.

Ye Fan had destroyed everything in his way like an invincible warrior.

Three moves was all it took to annihilate nearly a hundred high level martial artists.

When a grandmaster got angry, dead bodies could be seen for a thousand miles.

When Ye Fan got angry, blood flowed throughout the forest.

This young man had used the most ruthless and vicious method possible to make these people pay the price for their greed.

He used this bloodied reality to tell the world that grandmasters were not to be humiliated like this.

It was hard to blame Ye Fan for being so cruel.

He had really suffered more than enough.

Reilo and the rest had tried to attack Ye Fan again and again.

Back at the valley, Ye Fan had already kindly spared them their lives.

But instead of being grateful for the mercy that Ye Fan had shown them, these Indian martial artists had worsened in attitude. They actually tried to instigate others to kill Ye Fan. Since being compassionate and tolerating their ways only brought himself harm, Ye Fan didn't see the need to be endure such suffering anymore.

On top of that, that attack from Tang Yun had truly broken Ye Fan's heart.

Nobody knew how upset and dejected Ye Fan was feeling right now.

Provoking Ye Fan at a time like this was really as good as asking to be killed.

After suppressing these feelings for a long time, Ye Fan finally exploded in a moment of absolute fury.

He ended up blasting all the martial artists who tried to kill him to nothing.

Perhaps only bloodshed and their deaths were able to appease this young man's anger.

Just like what Reilo said, none of them could blame anyone else for their deaths.

They all deserved to die.

They were the ones who had coveted something they shouldn't have, and they offended a person they shouldn't have.

Everyone had to pay the price for the decisions they made.

The mountain winds blew past, stirring up the bloodstained fallen leaves.

Everyone else was dead, so only that young man stood by himself in the setting sun.

One figure stood alone in the sunlight.

All the leaves were red. All the trees were dead.

This was a tragic and bloody scene to behold.

Ye Fan stood right in the middle of this picture.

His feet were on the horizon and the clouds billowed behind him.

He looked like the embodiment of Asura as he stood in the bloodbath.

It was as if he was immortal and indestructible. He was invincible in every battle!