A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1928

"Haha! The Indian martial arts world has risen once again!" The bald old man was over the moon.

In the meantime, the sword was splitting the horizon into two with the force and speed of a lightning bolt.

It was heading straight toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't flinch at all. Instead, he stood there and put his palms together.

"Huh? What is he trying to do? Is he planning to stop the sword with his bare hands?" Haibu, who was watching from the side, narrowed his eyes when he saw Ye Fan's response to the attack. He was rather puzzled.

"What an idiot! He must have a death wish! Is he really trying to stop Duolun's sword with his bare hands?" Another fighter from India, Bapei, also thought that Ye Fan was out of his mind. Perhaps, Ye Fan really was too full of himself.

Many years ago, Duolun was already ranked top ten in the Sky Ranking. Besides, his abilities had increased

exponentially after decades of solitary training.

Hence, Haibu and Bapei figured that even at the peak of Ye Fan's ability, there was no way he could stop the sword with his bare hands.

The only outcome would be him being sliced in half by Duolun's sword.

Besides those two, Duolun had also predicted what Ye Fan was going to do.

He couldn't help but shake his head. Well, he's just a youngster, after all. It seems like he's still inexperienced. Does he not know the easiest way to escape the blow? How exactly did he end up in the Sky Ranking with that little knowledge? Could it be that the standard of the Sky Ranking had dropped?Whoosh!

The cold wind blew even more fiercely as the sword was zipping through in the air, heading toward its target.

"It's time for you to die," Duolun said. Not only was he expressionless, but he was even feeling rather disappointed.

Although he had never expected much from Ye Fan, to begin with, he thought he could still have an exciting battle with him. How can a person ranked first in the Sky Ranking be this lousy? It seems like I've overestimated this youngster from China. Why would he choose to stop my move with his bare hands? He might as well just dash toward the sword head first and impale himself. What a bummer. Duolun thought he had already foreseen what was going to happen next. He was convinced that Ye Fan was going to die.

Hence, after he had made his move, he turned around gracefully and looked at his two juniors. "Both of you, go and chop off his head after this. Bring it back to Folo Palace." Duolun was acting cool when he gave his order.

The confidence he was exuding was like that of a battle-hardened individual who had been through countless battles.

With that, Duolun was prepared to return to Folo Palace.

Right at that moment, Bapei and Haibu's expressions changed dramatically.

Both of their faces turned pale and they stammered,

"Duolun, l-look..."

Duolun waved his hand dismissively in response. "Are you surprised by it? Well, I'll tell you now that there's nothing to be surprised about. Heavenly Sword Technique is the strongest sword technique of all. There's only one way to escape it, and that's by avoiding it. The youngster from China is inexperienced. That's why he's trying to stop it with his bare hands. It's no surprise he dies from it. If you guys want to learn it from me, I can teach you guys when I'm free," he uttered.

Apparently, Duolun thought Haibu and Bapei were astonished by the ability of the technique he used.

"N-No. It's not t-that, Duolun."

"Look! Quickly! H-He blocked it!"

Panicking, Haibu and Bapei shouted desperately.

What? Duolun was in disbelief.

He then whipped around.

He stared into the horizon and saw Ye Fan still standing there.

With his palms pressed against each other, Ye Fan had stopped the mighty sword.

The coat that he was wearing was flapping wildly in the blustery wind generated by the technique. Although the Qi infused in that technique was extremely powerful, Ye Fan seemed unmoved by it.

It was as if he had just split the powerful force in half.

Indeed, he had caught the blade with his bare hands.

Ye Fan really did it.

"H-How is this possible? That's impossible! Heavenly Sword Technique is the strongest and most powerful! H-How did he block it with his bare hands?" When Duolun saw what was happening, he was no longer as calm and confident as he was just moments before.

He had been struck dumb.

Widening his eyes, he stared at the scene before him in disbelief.

No one could imagine that Ye Fan's slender figure could produce such a burst of strength.

With just both of his hands, he had managed to stop an enormous force.

When Duolun and the others witnessed Ye Fan's mightiness, they felt like they had been blown away by a fierce storm.

As for Noa, who was hiding in the forest when everything was happening, she was left utterly in awe. "Wow! He's like a god..."

She stared at Ye Fan dazedly.

At that moment, Ye Fan quickly noticed that Duolun and the others were watching him. He smiled devilishly and said, "Here, I'm returning this to you."

In the next second, Duolun and the rest saw Ye Fan turning around and swinging the sword in his hands.

Zing!

The sword suddenly changed its direction and shot toward Duolun and his juniors.

It was moving so fast and powerful like a lightning.

Seeing this, Haibu and Bapei were utterly horrified.

Duolun's eyes were resonated with fear as well.

None of them expected Ye Fan to swing the sword back at them.

"Run! Haibu, run!" Bapei was running for his life, screaming his head off.

Unlike Ye Fan, they were aware that they couldn't stop the blade with just their bare hands.

Hence, they only had one thing in their minds, and that was to escape the blade.

However, the sword was moving too fast.

Besides, Ye Fan's unpredictability left them with no time to react.

Before they could even run a few meters, the sword had already reached them.

The mountains shook, and the ground began cracking.

The tens of thousands of trees in the area were razed to the ground.

In the center of it all, rocks and stones instantly

turned to ash.

As expected of an ancient technique in India's martial arts world, its mightiness was comparable to Cloud and Mist Sword Technique. With a loud bang, the impact sent Haibu and Bapei flying.

The two of them were only there to witness their supreme grandmaster in action. They didn't expect to get caught in the battle. Instantly, they started spewing blood while flying across the air.

As for Duolun, he wasn't hurt as badly as them.

After all, he was a lot stronger than his juniors. The impact only caused him to stumble a few steps backward.

Although he wasn't hurt, the impact did tear his shirt apart. His skin was exposed, and scratches could be seen on his body.

He looked disheveled as he shouted, "D*mn you! You're just a brat from China! I'm going to kill you!"

After the sword had landed, clouds of dust soon settled on the ground.

After blocking Ye Fan's move, Duolun was angered.

However, just as he shouted, he saw a dark figure dashing toward him through the dust in the air.

It was Ye Fan.

He had immediately ran after the sword the moment he swung it toward them.

Ye Fan balled his hands into a fist and dashed toward Duolun.

He didn't want to give the man any chance of a break.

The moment the sword landed on the ground, Duolun had received a powerful punch to his face.

What? What kind of explosive speed is this? Ye Fan is too fast! By the time Duolun realized what had happened, he was already feeling immense pain in his face.

He then tried to hold his sword up to shield himself.

However, Ye Fan used his legs and kicked Duolun's sword continuously.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Ye Fan kicked him a total of thirteen times in a row.

He was attacking him with the ferocity of a madman and with the power of a devil.

By the look of things, Duolun was no match for Ye Fan.

It seemed like Duolun was going to get defeated shortly after they started battling. The bones in his face had all been shattered, and he kept spitting out mouthfuls of blood and broken teeth.

When Ye Fan landed his last kick, he kicked through the sword and landed his foot on Duolun's chest.

The sounds of bones snapping echoed as Duolun's ribs were broken, making his chest cave inward. He lost his grip on his sword and it soared through the air.