A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1849

"Have you decided? If you lend me the money, in return, I will help you rebuild the Lu Clan. By then, you can continue with your revenge plan. If you are really capable of hurting my loved ones, feel free to do that. However, if you reject me, you would have to be ready to bear the consequences. But just to remind you, you should know that I am someone who can clearly differentiate between my enemies and friends. Back then, your son, Lu Hua, wanted to harm my entire family. As such, it was natural for me to return the favor and eliminate your Lu Clan. However, it seems you have managed to slip away. Perhaps tonight is the time for me to rectify my mistake."

Ye Fan had a faint smile on his face as he looked down at the man.

It seemed that to Ye Fan, murder, which was a brutal act, was just as normal as eating.

That was the majesty of the man who was ranked first on the Sky Ranking.

He could utter the most chilling words in the calmest tone as if human lives were worth nothing to him.

Indeed, when a man reached the top, everything would seem as insignificant as ants to him.

It took Lu Ziming a long while to accept the fact that Ye Fan was still alive.

Faced with Ye Fan's threats, Lu Ziming was not surprised at all.

If he were in Ye Fan's position, he might be crueler than the man.

After all, the Lu Clan and Ye Fan had a deep-rooted vengeance against each other.

The fact that Ye Fan did not kill him straight away was already the man's greatest act of mercy toward Lu Ziming.

However, Lu Ziming did not give Ye Fan a direct answer.

Instead, he looked at the man with searing eyes and asked, "There's one thing I would like to know. Why are you so familiar with the techniques created by Mortal Spark? How are you related to him? Or rather, is Mortal Spark your master?"

That was the biggest question in Lu Ziming's mind after knowing that the man in front of him was Chu

Tianfan.

He was dying to know the relationship between Chu Tianfan and the elder whom he regarded with the greatest admiration and reverence.

After hearing Lu Ziming's question, Ye Fan shook his head and smiled. "Would you believe me if I told you I'm actually Mortal Spark himself?"

Lu Ziming was thunderstruck, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"You're lying! Mortal Spark was already active in the martial arts world more than a decade ago. He paved the way for the martial arts world of China and was an important force in the development of China's martial arts. Given that you're merely in your twenties now, ten years ago, you would just be an inexperienced kid. How is it possible for a kid to have the capabilities to guide the martial arts world of China and create so many powerful martial arts techniques? You claiming to be Mortal Spark himself is probably the biggest joke of the century!"

Lu Ziming was so angry that he started laughing.

He could bear with Ye Fan humiliating him, but he would never tolerate the man insulting Mortal Spark, whom he had great respect for.

For the past few years, Mortal Spark was like God to Lu Ziming and was his only guiding light.

The only reason Lu Ziming was able to survive until this date after the Lu Clan met with its downfall was because of the martial arts nuggets of gold left behind by Mortal Spark.

As such, he was shocked that Ye Fan had the audacity to claim to be Mortal Spark himself. To Lu Ziming, that was, no doubt, a huge insult to his God.

The man could feel rage pulsing through his veins.

However, Ye Fan simply replied with a smile, "No wonder there's a saying that goes, 'Never attempt to teach a pig to sing; it wastes your time and annoys the pig.' Lu Ziming, after so many years, you're still so narrow-minded. Why isn't it possible for Mortal Spark to be a teenager? Let me ask you, before knowing me, would you have believed that someone in his twenties would be able to attain the title of Supreme, stomp the Chu Sect, and become number one in the Sky Ranking?"

Ye Fan suddenly raised his voice. At the same time, a domineering aura surrounded the man.

Lu Ziming was shocked to the core when that happened.

Suddenly, he had an illusion that it was not a person standing in front of him, but rather, a majestic mountain that was overlooking everything.

"Actually, it's not only you, but the entire martial arts world of China, or the whole world even, that sees me as someone who would only cause trouble for them. Just like War God Castle back then, everyone was convinced that the Chu Sect would try to seek revenge, and as a result, implicate the whole of China. However, what they don't know is that I'm able to lead China's martial arts world to greater heights and ensure the continued prosperity of our country. I can bring China's martial arts to the center stage of the world, regaining our previous glory. Are you aware of any of that? Only fools will believe in what they want to believe in, not being able to see the truth."

A surge of complicated emotions gushed through Ye Fan as he spoke.

With a cold sneer, he continued, "Even though I understand this world, no one understands me."

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back as morning dawned.

He spoke in such a domineering mannerthat it felt as if thunder were rumbling in the sky.

The surrounding rocks, and even the windows of the villa behind him, had also shattered from the force of his aura.

After he finished speaking, Ye Fan looked at Lu Ziming, and with a cold gaze in his eyes, he uttered pridefully, "Your username is 'Westlake Orphan,' and I was the one who told you that you have to, first, go back to square one before practicing Lightning Maneuver. I also told you that if you manage to master Lightning Maneuver, the power of your punches and kicks would parallel that of the force of thunder and lightning striking! Do you believe me now?"

Upon hearing that, Lu Ziming was thunderstruck.

What followed was a series of changes in the man's expression, from fury to fear and, finally, respect.

At that point, Lu Ziming was utterly defeated as he fell to his knees before Ye Fan.

At last, he no longer doubted the man's words.

Convinced that Ye Fan was indeed Mortal Spark, Lu Ziming gave up resisting and bowed in submission.

Though he still found it unbelievable, what Ye Fan said did make sense. It was a fact that he had managed to attain the title of Supreme and become number one in the Sky Ranking in his twenties. Actually, Lu Ziming should have thought of that long ago.

Even the most unimaginable accomplishments seemed ordinary to Ye Fan.

To Lu Ziming, the truth was definitely an ironic twist to the situation.

With the exception of Jiangdong, to the rest of China's martial arts world, Ye Fan was a ruthless devil and a heinous villain. Back then, with the entire world—including War God Castle against him, Ye Fan was forced to commit suicide.

However, it was the same person who had been making great contributions to China's martial arts world quietly behind the scenes.

He had made refinements to various martial arts techniques, benefiting generations of martial artists.

Also, because of his contributions, the martial arts world of China had been developing at a rapid pace.

In fact, the man was worshipped by every martial artist in China, who had greatly benefited from his teachings.

Even so, in the real world and in everyone's eyes, Ye Fan was still a callous man who would not hesitate to kill another person.

He was a perfect embodiment of two strikingly contrasting identities.

Besides, what was more ironic was that Lu Ziming had practiced martial arts just to kill Ye Fan.

In the end, though, it turned out that Ye Fan was the one who taught him all the skills he currently had that made him a powerful martial artist.

It was not difficult to imagine the devastation that had hit Lu Ziming when he learned the truth.

After a long silence, Lu Ziming let out anguished laughter, feeling utterly dejected.

"Chu Tianfan, you've won... I can never win you. I had thought that with Mortal Spark's guidance, I will be able to surpass you one day. However, it turned out that I've made a joke out of myself, dancing in the palm of your hand. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do as you say. I don't need anything from you in return, as this is what I owe you. Treat it as my repayment for your teachings..."