A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1669

He was not laughing anymore. Instead, he wore an ugly scowl fueled by the rage in his chest that ignited his heart as he glared at his young adversary.

I never would have imagined this youngster to put up such a fight. What would have been a slaughter is turning to be a stalemate. I will be a laughingstock for taking such a long time to eliminate a village boy! At this point, Ye Fan's reputation will be legendary amongst these global leaders as the man who I, Chu Zheng Hang, am unable to kill. This fight has dragged on long enough. Time to wipe him out once and for all. If a hard-fought victory is what is required, it will have to do to ensure that I can still salvage a tiny scrap of dignity.

Ye Fan sneered as he wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. "You sure are confident, aren't you? I've spent enough time with you. Have Chu Zhenghong face me instead. If Chu Yuan is still alive, get him out here while you're at it. My goal today is to raze your entire clan. You and your son are just necessary inconveniences."

"Hold your tongue!" Chu Zhengliang roared like a provoked lion. "You haven't even bested me yet, b*stard. We'll see if you're still as sure of yourself

when I'm done with you."

Ye Fan's scathing words had struck a nerve with Chu Zhengliang, who wasted no time in carrying out his promise.

Gritting his teeth in concentration, he gathered his elemental force in preparation to channel Invoke the Celestial Cloud.

As the immense power at his fingertips grew, the skies fell unnaturally silent.

It did not last long. Next, a sudden howl of a furious wind pierced it.

The menacing hum of Chu Zhengliang's elemental force soon drowned out the wind as it accumulated within him and spilled out of his body in its excess. "Is that..."

"Could it be..."

"Is he going to execute his ultimate move?"

The elders of the Chu family began to lose their composure.

"That b*stard forced Dad to such drastic measures," Chu Qitian gasped, stepping back in awe.

He was not alone. The entire Chu clan retreated with similarly apprehensive steps.

The Chu Family Protectors at once took their positions and stood before members of the family to shield them from the fearsome power that was going to be unleashed on the battleground. "What the hell is the Chu family up to?"

"Why are they so frightened?"

"Could they be preparing to make a run for it at the imminent defeat of their patriarch?"

The onlookers began speculating on the reason for the Chu family's fear.

There were, of course, more learned members in the crowd that put together the observations of the family's retreat and Chu Zhengliang's domineering stance.

"I don't think so," they mused. "Chu Zhengliang seems to be channeling something immense."

What?" exclaimed Mochizuki Kawa. "Are you saying that there is something even more powerful than the Dragon God Body?"

"Naturally," Aaron murmured solemnly. "Lest you forget, the patriarch of the Chu family had defeated the alliance of the eighteen nations with this very move during the upheaval all those years ago."

Karl and the Sword Saint shuddered as one.

"Do you mean..."

"Could it be..."

"THAT move?"

The onlookers exclaimed as one as they recalled the terror.

It's been so many years since the secret technique was employed to lay waste to the enemies of the Chu family. Are we possibly witnessing a repeat of history?

At that point, Chu Zhengliang had completed his channeling.

His cold eyes brimmed with murderous intent as he gazed at the younger man before him.

"I have wasted enough time on you today, Chu Tianfan. Consider it an honor to die by Invoke the Celestial Sky as only a b*stard!"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows. "Is that so? Since you mentioned it, I am happy to oblige you with the exact same thing. Let us settle this old feud once and for all with the same move."

As he spoke, he stomped on the ground so hard that it cracked beneath his feet.

Ye Fan held his ground against his opponent's dominant stance.

The Chu family gasped audibly.

"Could it be..."

"Has Chu Tianfan managed to master Invoke the Celestial Sky as well?"

"How is that possible?"

"I refuse to believe it!"

"He is an exiled b*stard!" shrieked Chu Qitian as he slammed the table in a rage. "How could he have mastered the biggest secret that had lain hidden

behind our doors?"

The other members of the Chu family were equally astounded.

Chu Zhengliang did not share his kin's surprise. After all, he had witnessed Ye Fan employing the technique once before when he had the latter ambushed in Japan some years prior.

Chu Zhengliang hazarded a guess that Chu Zhenghong was the one to have passed on the technique to his son.

My brother must have been secretly providing assistance and guidance to the b*stard against the orders of our father. How else could a little sh*t from the village harness such power at such a young age? At that thought, Chu Zhengliang felt a twinge of jealousy.

My brother's son, the b*stard, is a fighter of prodigious talent. My own son, the legitimate heir of the family, is only good at throwing his tantrum. Despite all the years of training, I think my boy isn't even Grandmaster yet.

Rousing himself out of that disappointing reverie,

Chu Zhengliang knew his foe had finished his own channeling and grimly decided to put an end to his nightmare once and for all.

"Just in time. I would like to see how far you've been able to take Invoke the Celestial Sky."

With a final sardonic laugh, Chu Zhengliang leaped upward without warning.

Once airborne, he stretched out his arms and soared above the battleground like a hawk in full flight.

"Invoke the Celestial Sky, first form: Cloud Sun Kick!"

Boom!

As if rebounding off the clouds, Chu Zhengliang propelled himself upward with another surge of momentum which shook the entire mountain.

"Is this Invoke the Celestial Sky in the flesh?"

"It's the ultimate technique of our family!"

The Chu family members began shouting in disbelief.

Though they did not share the same reverence as members of the Chu family in witnessing their

ancestral pride, the other onlookers turned deathly white as they became aware that they were in the presence of a miracle.

"Second form: Tumble of the Majestic Mountain!"