A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1621

He launched an attack at Ye Fan using his iron fists.

The energy force emitted was so severe as if a mountain were upon them.

As a result, a gust of strong wind blew past, seemingly brewing a storm.

"Ye Fan, look out!"

"Be careful, Ye Fan!"

Everything happened in a flash.

Nobody expected their conversation to have such a dramatic development. One moment, Yan Buping was lecturing Ye Fan; and the next moment, the former was forced to kneel while Ke Zhe flipped out.

The situation had spiraled out of control before anyone knew what was happening.

When they saw how Ke Zhe blew a gasket, Qiu Mucheng and Xu Lei's hearts plummeted.

The two women let out a scream due to the extreme shock.

However, Ke Zhe was too fast.

While the forewarnings from the ladies were still hanging in the air, his powerful fist had already landed on Ye Fan's chest.

Seeing that his sudden attack was successful, Ke Zhe gloated, "Haha! Just as I have suspected, you are unworthy of being a Supreme Grandmaster. Why didn't you dodge my punch? You son of a b*tch, stop pretending to be what you're not. You're just digging your own grave; do you know that? I'll do everyone a favor and send you to h*ll today. It's also the least I can do for the dead Songliang."

Ke Zhe actually doubted himself before making his move.

When he tasted some success for the first time, it instantly increased his level of confidence, and he started getting full of himself.

While he was enjoying a hearty guffaw, the energy seeped away rapidly from his fists.

Moments later, his laughter stopped abruptly when he realized his punch seemed to have no effect on Ye Fan.

It was as if he had hit an unmovable mountain instead of a man.

"Huh? How is this possible? My punch should hit him like a ton. How is he still standing?"

Seeing that the young man did not move an inch, Ke Zhe's face darkened.

Fear began to creep up on him again.

"Mr. Ke, what's going on?"

"Come on, hit harder!"

"Do you need our help?"

The other grandmasters mocked him after they helped Van Duping up.

They were astonished to see that Ye Fan was not shaken at all.

A few of them rolled up their sleeves and were ready to render support, but Ke Zhe turned them down.

He waved his hand dismissively and told them, "Something is off with this one. He's not great, but his strength is exceptionally powerful. Anyhow, it's not a big deal. I, alone, can take on this insolent rookie. He's going to be beaten to a pulp once I give my all."

The others nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Ye Fan could not avoid one blow from Ke Zhe, Yan Buping and gang assumed Ye Fan did not have what it takes to deserve his title.

Ke Zhe looked menacingly at Ye Fan like a cobra flicking its tongue, ready to devour its prey.

"You punk sure can take a hit. You might be able to take a punch from me, but can you withstand tens and hundreds of it?" taunted Ke Zhe coldly. Subsequently, he rubbed his palms and gathered his energy, only to unleash it all at once toward Ye Fan.

One punch... Two... Ten...

Initially, Ke Zhe was certain that Ye Fan would not last long against him.

After close to two dozen punches, he started to falter.

Ye Fan stood rooted to the spot as though he was anchored there.

No matter how vigorous and violent the bashing was, it had no adverse effect on him.

"I don't believe this. Argh! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

With a pair of bloodshot eyes, a crazed Ke Zhe rained frantic punches at Ye Fan in all directions.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The more Ke Zhe attempted to harm his opponent, the more desperate he became.

Alas, one of his arms was broken. Yet Ye Fan remained unharmed at the same spot.

Everyone was stunned by the peculiar sight. Ke Zhe has completely overestimated himself!

The feeling was like seeing an ant using up all its might to hurt an elephant.

"This... erm... How..."

All the grandmasters were dumbfounded.

When they saw how confident Ke Zhe was at the very beginning, they thought he would prevail in this fight. They trusted in his ability to take Ye Fan on alone.

It turned out that they were so wrong. Ye Fan emerged unscathed while Ke Zhe suffered an injury!

In the end, the joke is on me!

"That's enough. Stop looking and start fighting. Otherwise, us grandmasters are going to lose our dignity because of this piece of trash!" Yan Buping was boiling.

If this persists, Ke Zhe's arm will probably end up disabled. However, that's the least of the concern right now. The worst thing that could happen is the humiliation of being defeated by a young punk! "But Mr. Yan, you're wounded."

Yan Buping waved his hand. "I'm fine. I was too careless just now. Who would have expected such a low-class ambush from a young man? I deserve it for letting my guard down. Anyway, it's nothing serious. I can still join forces with you guys to fight him."

His words assured the other three grandmasters. "Great! Then, let's charge forward."

"Yes, that's right!"

"Let's go!"

"With the combined forces of all five of us, we will crush him into pieces once and for all."

"Let's mete out heaven's punishment to him on behalf of our nation."

The four grandmasters exclaimed, one after another.

Whoosh!

In a flash, four figures launched themselves forward like an arrow shot from a bow.

They leaped rapidly, shouting, "It's time to end this!"

Despite being drenched in blood at the knees, Van Duping still got that intimidating aura on him.

His voice resounded through the entire realm. "Our main purpose here today was to convey an order. We didn't intend to harm you. Yet, you're absolutely impudent. You aren't remorseful after committing a heinous crime, and you disrespect the seniors continuously. You showed no grace, righteousness, or good manners. The five of us representing the War God Castle will now proclaim judgment on you. It's our duty to destroy the one who betrays his nation."

Then he led the troop forward.

"Listen up, everyone. Unleash your full power!" His instruction received positive responses from the men.

Van Buping stretched out his arms and made a symbolic hand gesture while chanting accordingly. Almost instantly, an invisible energy gathered around him.

"Is this the Surreal Motion from Surreal Pulse?"

"Oh, it seems like the young fighter has pushed Mr. Van to his limits."

"Whoa, he's going to perform the real deal already?"

Many martial artists by the lake started discussing and commenting. They all had their hearts in their throats.

In the midst of the anxious voices, Van Buping executed his move and pointed right at the center of Ye Fan's forehead.

"The Tyrant's Kick!"

"Hades' Palm!" "Tai Chi!"

Just like that, the respective launched their kill blows, hoping to defeat the opponent.

The coalition formed by the five grandmasters erupted violently, like an eager volcano. They were brutal and malicious. Meanwhile, Ye Fan clasped his hands behind his back as though he was the sole survivor braving the raging sea in his sailboat.

Nobody knew if he could calm the storm or be consumed by the fearsome tides.

"Oh man, five against one? How embarrassing! These old geezers are so ridiculous," Li Er chided.

"Will Ye Fan win?" He Yurou was dead worried.

"For sure. He must stay strong and fight on." Qiu Mucheng prayed hard while Xu Lei held her hands tightly, getting all jittery. Both broke out in a cold sweat.