A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1668

Ye Fan did not back away. Instead, he dashed toward his foe with his back bare.

Underthe blaze of the midday sun, his exposed skin shimmered with speckles of gold. The ground shook with the heavy, rhythmic footfalls of his sprint that grew with urgent haste.

From afar, it appeared like two gigantic figures of gold charging toward each other like two savage beasts to claim dominion over each other.

The explosive force with which the combatants dashed forward caused the crowd to hold their breath in fear.

"He must die! He must!" Chu Qitian growled as he clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into the flesh of his palm.

I hope Dad beats him into a pulp!

The crowd watched anxiously as both combatants had engaged the Dragon God Body and were about to clash for the first time.

When the charging figures were close enough to one another, Ye Fan threw out a fist that immediately found its mark.

With the help of the physiological enhancements of the Dragon God Body, every muscle and bone in his body hardened to such an extent that no weapon in the world was its match at that moment. As the crowd gaped in stunned silence, the steel fists of both combatants met with a shock wave that knocked the planets out of alignment from the sonic boom it sent through the stratosphere.

This is what a collision between Mars and Earth must feel like!

The terrifying wave of energy from the force of two dying stars shot out in every other direction, centering around the impact from both fists.

As the crowd began to wonder aloud if they had witnessed the demise of Ye Fan, they soon realized they were wrong when the dust settled.

He did not appear to have any trace of being worn down. As a matter of fact, he did not even lose his footing.

Standing proudly upright, his body of steel rang with an unnaturally deep reverberation as he absorbed the force delivered by his foe without a scratch. "He... he actually blocked it?"

"How is that possible?"

Aaron and his entourage were so in awe of the youth that had gone head-to-head against the patriarch of the Chu family that they involuntarily gasped as one. "What kind of sorcery is going on?"

"Great Emperor Aaron, weren't you confident with the inevitability of that young man's demise?"

"How is it possible for him to block the full force of the Chu patriarch's Dragon God Body?"

The volume of chatter grew as the group voiced their wonderment out loud.

Aaron's upper lip twitched with annoyance. "How the hell would I know? Just shut up and watch the fight. You never know, the young man may fall by the very next strike."

With every collision between the combatants producing increasingly unexpected outcomes, the

group no doubt felt the same.

After all, they were ashamed to accept a boy with scarcely a mustache had fought Chu Zhengliang like an equal.

Elders like me have been training for decades longer than Ye Fan and have lesser than he to show for it! After an entire lifetime dedicated to my craft, I have the misfortune of witnessing so young a talent completely surpassing the achievements I spent a lifetime striving for. How embarrassing!

Ye Fan blocked Chu Zhengliang's first strike easily. And the second. And the third.

After several dozen strikes from Chu Zhengliang's increasingly desperate fists, he maintained the ferocity of his defense.

Yet another legendary exchange!

With one last almighty effort, Chu Zhengliang delivered an unusually vicious strike only to have Ye Fan deflect it in an equally forceful parry. The powerful impact was redirected in such a manner that both men flew backward ten paces each, as if an invisible bomb had gone off between them.

As Chu Zhengliang stumbled to find his footing, the scowl between his brows deepened.

"Again, you little sh*t," Chu Zhengliang shouted. "Give me your best shot. I am determined to crush you today."

With a massive step, he lunged toward Ye Fan like a starving wolf.

By that point of the fight, any disdain he had regarded his nephew completely vanished.

Though we are sworn enemies, I can sense the boy's strength. I just don't understand how the b *stard can attain this much progress in merely ten years. Talent like this cannot be allowed to survive. Chu Zhengliang's eye flashed with malice at the thought.

Chu Zhengliang and his son have held a grudge against Chu Tianfan and his father for a longtime.

Chu Qitian had spent ten years of his life hunting Chu Tianfan down. In fact, Chu Zhengliang had personally got involved during the war with Japan to end his nephew's life.

This grudge is deep in our bones. There is only one way to end this. Only one of us will walk away from this fight alive.

Incensed beyond the point of fury, Chu Zhengliang landed ten punches which thudded heavily against the younger man's chest.

The ground cracked beneath his feet from the impact with which he braced himself when he landed the flurry of assaults on his foe.

Chu Zhengliang appeared deranged with hatred. With the augmentation of his limbs from the Dragon God Body, he dashed toward his opponent like a freight train.

He mobilized every ounce of power under his control and maniacally struck Ye Fan.

The flurry of strikes was akin to a thunderstorm that left the bystanders disoriented.

With every subsequent punch or kick, the density of the strikes suffocated them.

However, the younger man was not easily subdued. Like a raft on a stormy sea, he weathered the furious assault with stoic finesse.

To his foe's astonishment, Ye Fan had even managed to strike back on certain occasions.

Despite the number of people it contained, the Chu Sect Castle was deathly quiet as every eye was wide with shock.

"The devil is amongst us! What a fearsome demonstration of strength, technique, and martial experience! How many of us here today can claim the same? Even if Chu Tianfan falls today, his exploits will forever be embedded in history. Congratulations, China. You have created a monster."

Aaron's attitude toward Ye Fan suddenly changed completely when the tide of battle shifted beyond his expectations.

The Sword Saint, however, felt nothing but heartache at Aaron's words. Every word stung like a stab wound.

Chu Qitian, on the other hand, was indignant. We'll see about that. No matter how skilled Chu Tian fan is, he is going to die by my father's hand today.

Ye Fan and Chu Zhengliang were still engaged in a furious duel. With both sides taking and dealing blows equally, the outcome of the battle remained uncertain.

Even the summit was ground flat by the intensity of their brawl.

"My God!"

"Is this what absolute power looks like?"

"At this rate, the entire mountain is going to be turned into a pile of rubble."

"I could only dream of attaining even half of this level of mastery."

The disciples of Chu Sect witnessed the spectacle with a mixture of envy and fear.

Angie, who stood within the hall, had a glint of excitement in her eyes at the sight of Ye Fan's dominance.

Boom!

Chu Zhengliang's roundhouse kick shattered the defenses of Ye Fan's left arm and landed squarely on his chest.

At the same time, his nephew's right hand tightened into a fist as it whistled past his eyes.

Barely avoiding the strike, Chu Zhengliang leaned backward but himself out-maneuvered once again when Ye Fan's left fist collided with his cheek so hard that several of his teeth flew out from the impact.

It was in this manner that the combatants exchanged blows. With two consecutive cannon-like blasts, both men were thrown backward in a heap.

Despite the severity, the duo was on their feet in an instant. Instead of returning immediately to the fight, they remained motionless, like two rugged mountains in their strength and majesty as they regarded each other.

At last, Chu Zhengliang spoke first.

"Chu Tianfan, you haven't ceased to amaze me thus far. I had thought that you wouldn't have stood a chance once I unleashed the Dragon God Body. I did not expect you to last this long against me."