A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1933

The instant Duolun fell from the sky, the whole world fell into an eerie silence.

In the blink of an eye, Haibu felt as if the hope of India's martial arts world came crashing down together with Duolun.

"H-How is this possible? H-How can Duolun be defeated?"

Haibu froze as if he was struck by lightning.

Gaping, he couldn't believe what he saw and neither could he accept that Duolun was the one who lost the gruesome battle.

Just a few minutes ago, Duolun had seized the advantage and overwhelmed Ye Fan. In fact, Ye fan had even fallen to the bottom of the Grange River after being struck repeatedly by Duolun. So, how did Ye Fan manage to turn the tide of the battle in just a few short minutes?

On top of that, Haibu didn't understand how Ye Fan's swordsmanship came about.

Given that his specialty is unarmed combat, how was he able to wield a sword with such ferocity? Has he been hiding his skills all this while? And that swordsmanship is actually his most powerful technique instead of his impregnable body?

At that moment, countless questions flooded Haibu's mind.

Suddenly, he felt that Ye Fan was so mysterious that it was terrifying.

It felt as if Ye Fan was a bottomless black hole where no one could see through him.

Pfftl

After crashing to the ground, Duolun spewed another mouthful of blood.

With his face frighteningly pale, cold sweat rolled off his forehead like raindrops.

By then, he no longer had any energy left.

The clash just now had not only drained him of all his energy but also allowed Ye Fan to pierce through his defenses and land a devastating strike.

As a result, Duolun felt as if his organs were crushed while all his nerves were severed.

The crushing injuries caused him to lose all of his martial power.

Nevertheless, he tried his best to stand back up by stabbing his sword into the ground and leaning his entire weight onto it.

That was the only way he could prevent himself from falling back down.

Raising his head, he looked at Ye Fan who levitated triumphantly in the air.

As for him, his previous authoritative expression was replaced by one of despair and self-loathing.

"Congratulations, Chu Tianfan. You... you have won. I have always assumed that your advantage was your body constitution and your specialty was unarmed combat. Evidently, that was my mistake. Your physical prowess isn't your trump card. It's your swordsmanship instead.

"The swordsmanship you have demonstrated just now would probably be deemed invincible by the entire world. Just that alone is enough for you to earn your place as the top warrior within the Sky Ranking." Shaking his head, Duolun's words carried a sense of helplessness and resignation.

He finally acknowledged that he was old and that the world now belonged to the next generation.

Thinking back to how he looked down upon Ye Fan earlier due to his youth, he realized that talent was significantly more important than experience.

Even if he trained in seclusion for decades, he would still be no match for Chu Tianfan's genius.

Unbeknownst to Duolun, Ye Fan's trump card wasn't his swordsmanship.

Invoke the Celestial Sky was the technique Ye Fan relied upon the most.

After all, Invoke the Celestial Sky was the most powerful martial arts technique developed by the ancestors of the Chu family for their descendants.

Although the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique wasn't inferior to Invoke the Celestial Sky, it was a technique that was designed for the Tang family and suited women more.

Therefore, even though Ye Fan had a good grasp of it, it was difficult for him to unleash the technique's full power.

The same could not be said for Invoke the Celestial Sky, as the only person who could demonstrate the technique in all its glory was none other than Ye Fan.

Unfortunately, Duolun was defeated before he could even force Ye Fan into using Invoke the Celestial Sky.

"You should be proud that you were defeated by the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique."

Ye Fan looked down upon the spent Duolun as the domineering tone in his voice reverberated through the latter's body.

Nonetheless, Ye Fan couldn't deny that Duolun was one of the strongest enemies he had fought so far.

Without the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique and Invoke the Celestial Sky, Ye Fan wouldn't be so confident in defeating him.

After all, Duolun was superior in terms of battle experience and cultivation level.

As for Ye Fan, his advantage was his knowledge of techniques that were so powerful that they were

considered techniques used by immortals.

The only reason Ye Fan could keep exceeding himself in battle was due to his reliance on such devastating techniques.

"So, it's called the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique, huh? Despite being as soft as the clouds, its power is just as fiery as an inferno. This technique truly lives up to its name. Tell me, who is the one who founded this technique? Where... where did you learn something this powerful from?"

Leaning his battered body against his sword, Duolun looked up at Ye Fan and pressed him for answers over the latter's sword technique, just like a monk desperate to know the secrets of his religion. Despite the questions, Ye Fan simply sneered, "Given that you're on the brink of death, what's the point in asking for the technique's origins?"

Just as Ye Fan spoke, his expression suddenly darkened.

Whoosh!

The skies that had just calmed down started to rumble again.

Hurricane-like winds began to blow, driven by boundless elemental force.

At the same time, Ye Fan's aura was reignited and suddenly set ablaze, causing energy to course through the veins of his body.

Beneath his elixir field, Ye Fan was using Invoke the Celestial Cloud to harness energy.

What? He looks like...

When the disheartened Haibu saw Ye Fan's actions, his eyes turned bloodshot.

"You b*stard! Are you going to kill Duolun? How can you do that? I'm telling you to stop right this instance!" Haibu raved like a madman as he charged

at Ye Fan.

Duolun was India's most powerful fighter and their senior. On top of that, he was the previous king of Folo Palace and the only Supreme Grandmaster from India who made it into the top ten of the Sky Ranking in a long time.

As a result, Haibu couldn't allow the most powerful warrior in India to be killed by Ye Fan.

Unfortunately, it went without saying that Ye Fan ignored him.

Amidst Haibu's anxious cries, a giant palm that blocked off the sky had taken shape in front of Ye Fan.

It looked as if it was the palm of God himself.

The terrifying power it carried was enough to obliterate the world.

When Duolun felt the murderous intent of the attack, his eyes widened in shock.

"B*stard, how dare you attempt to kill me? Aren't you worried that this would spark a war?"

Ye Fan ferocity had undoubtedly intimidated Duolun.

It was beyond his wildest imagination that the youth in front of him could be so ruthless and cruel.

Isn't he satisfied with defeating me? Does he actually intend to kill me?

The convention for battles between Supremes in the martial arts world was to show one's opponents mercy.

After all, a Supreme Grandmaster played a special role in a county's martial arts world.

Senior martial artists such as Duolun in particular actually represent the nation's martial arts world.

Therefore, the implications of him being killed were unimaginable.

In fact, it might stir up bad blood between two nations.

Thus, only a vicious person would kill their enemy after defeating them.

In the face of Duolun's questions, Ye Fan sneered, "Try me!"

Amidst his sniggers, Ye Fan extended his palm forward and smashed it down forcefully.

At the same time, the giant palm in the air flew toward Duolun with a gargantuan force.

"You b*stard, stop! How dare you kill Duolun?"

Amidst the thunderstorm, Haibu raged with bloodshot eyes as he dashed up toward Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan didn't even turn to look at him. Instead, he slapped Haiku with a wave of his hand and sent him hurtling away.

Meanwhile, the titanic palm continued its destructive path toward Duolun with the same intensity.

"No!"

Duolun screamed in despair as he watch the giant palm collapse from the sky.

Boom!