A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 915 One Punch

But just when Toyotomi Kawayoshi was speaking quietly, the people around him shook their heads and snorted.

"Why, does Mr Toyotomi think that Master Nakai, one of the three head priests of Sword Shrine, was also killed by this young man? That has got to be a joke. This boy is just a hooligan and he probably isn't fully developed yet. You're overthinking it."

"That's right, Mr Toyotomi. You're overthinking it. Mastery of martial arts isn't something one attains overnight after all. Even if this kid from China started training in martial arts since the time he was a fetus, he would only have trained for twenty years. Even if he was gifted in this area, how far can one go in such a short time? He's probably not even at grandmaster level."

"The person who became a grandmaster in the shortest time so far is the God of War from China, Ye Qing-Tian. I remember that he was nearly 30 by the time that happened. Master Nakai was a grandmaster already, so if Mr Toyotomi is right in saying that this kid killed her, then aren't you saying that this boy is a grandmaster too? Is it possible for a twenty year old to be a grandmaster?"

Everyone just shook their heads and laughed. Nobody agreed with Toyotomi Kawayoshi's guess at all.

Then again, the youngest martial arts grandmaster in the last century had only reached this level at around 30 years old.

But this boy here was 20 years old at best.

In the world of martial arts, many lived to a hundred years old. So a 20 year old was really just a boy.

Nobody would think that a youngster like him could possibly be a grandmaster.

After everyone made their comment, Toyotomi Kawayoshi didn't argue with them. He just said quietly, "Whether he was the one who did that or not, we will know in due course." Toyotomi Kawayoshi remained expressionless when he said that.

But the way he looked at Ye Fan slowly became grimmer and grimmer.

"Could it be you?" murmured Toyotomi Kawayoshi to himself.

The mountain stood against the sunlight over the Sea of Japan like an overturned jade fan.

Mount Fuji was covered with white snow that shone brightly in the morning sun.

The eight disciples of Sanshin Organization combined forces and a gigantic 100 meter long sword stood erect on the peak of Mount Fuji.

With a loud shout, all eight disciples put their hands together in a fixed pose and withdrew the sword from where they were.

SWISH!

The sharp blade cut across the clouds, and swept an arc across the sky!

The eight disciples of Sanshin Organization controlled the sword such that the golden beam of the blade crashed down towards where Ye Fan was standing with the weight of a mountain. "Stupid youngster, it's time for you to die!"

Everyone watching murmured this to themselves as they smiled nastily.

Everyone looked at Ye Fan with pitiful looks on their faces, as if they were looking at a dead body.

The eight disciples of Sanshin Organization included four grandmasters among them. The other four weren't grandmasters yet, but they were far off.

The amount of power that the combined attack of all eight of them unleashed was probably too much for even a supreme grandmaster to bear.

So everyone thought that Ye Fan was definitely going to die from this attack.

But was that really going to happen?

Even though a terrible attack was about to hit him, Ye Fan remained calm.

He continued to stand proudly on the mountain and smiled coldly even as the golden blade came swinging towards him.

"How dare a firefly compare its light to the bright moon in the sky? How dare a bunch of lice who aren't even at supreme grandmaster level try to block my wayT laughed Ye Fan coldly. He stepped on the ground and leapt into the air.

Everyone watched as Ye Fan bounced up from the peak of Mount Fuji and slammed one fist downwards.

That's right. He didn't retreat, neither did he dodge the attack.

When faced with the combined attack of the eight disciples of Sanshin Organization, Ye Fan wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he unleashed his most violent mode and use the most primitive method possible to mee with the attack head on.

Everyone watching immediately shook their heads and sniggered when they saw this.

"Haha! This youngster is really an idiot! The Four Phase Heaven Formation is well known to be violent and domineering in the first place. Anyone with some brains would never choose to face it head on. This boy is definitely asking to get killed!"

"But it takes a stupid and rash youngster to actually go up there and wait to get killed, right? Mr Toyotomi, don't you agree?

I already said that you've overthought it, and this kid is really just a young and brash fellow. He's nothing we should be worried about. I'm sure that after this blade comes down, he'll be nothing but a dead body!"

Everyone continued laughing and looked at Ye Fan like he was an idiot.

Toyotomi Kawayoshi shook his head too. "It looks like I was worried for nothing."

But just as everyone was still sneering away, Ye Fan's fist finally came into contact with the Four Phase Heaven Formation.

BOOM!

An enormous blast sent tremors through the land.

Everyone felt that all of Mount Fuji was shaking from the impact.

Rocks started to crumble while the ice and snow began to melt.

The ferocious impact seemed to gush out in all directions like a tropical cyclone.

But this didn't last for too long.

Wait, what?

Almost immediately after that fist came into contact with their attack, the faces of the eight disciples changed dramatically and their pupils constricted.

It was obvious that Ye Fan's prowess was way beyond anything that the eight of them had expected.

But it was too late to only realize this now.

In the next moment, everyone watched as that gigantic golden blade actually splintered from the impact of Ye Fan's punch.

The long sword broke into pieces and golden beams scattered everywhere.

It looked like gemstones falling from the sky and raining onto the mountain.

The Four Phase Heaven Formation had been completely destroyed by one punch from Ye Fan!

All eight disciples of Sanshin Organization were almost instantaneously injured severely. They spat blood out as they flew out like cannonballs. Crimson colored fresh blood spewed in all directions.

"Oh my goodness..."

"How...how is this even possible?"

The entire place was completely shaken by this. The peak of Mount Fuji fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were huge as they looked at the scene in front of them with disbelief.

Toyotomi Kawayoshi's pupils constricted, while Susa Mikoto's face trembled.

Everyone else was in shock and they nearly forgot to breathe.

All those who were sure that Ye Fan was definitely going to die just moments ago were rooted to the ground as their minds went blank.

One punch!

All it took was one punch!

Nobody would have imagined that Ye Fan could destroy the Four Phase Heaven Formation, the most powerful formation of the Sanshin Organization, with just one punch,.

He wasn't even met with any resistance. His punch was so powerful that it blasted the formation to pieces like the wind blowing through fallen leaves or a man breaking withered branches!

"What the hell?!"

"What just happened?!"

"How could this kid from China be this powerful?"

After a long period of silence, the crowd went into an uproar.

All the doubts and disdain they had for Ye Fan had completely vanished.

Everyone stared at Ye Fan as if he was some supernatural being.

Their eyes were now left with nothing but fear and shock.

Toyotomi Kawayoshi started exclaiming, "A grandmaster! This young man is definitely at least at grandmaster stage! A 20 year old grandmaster! My god! He has rewritten history!" Toyotomi Kawayoshi couldn't remain calm anymore.

Before this, he just had some suspicions.

But now that the truth was right in front of his eyes, Toyotomi Kawayoshi found it impossible to remain calm anymore, and a tsunami was surging through his heart now.

A few decades ago, the God of War from China, Ye Qing-Tian, had defeated Mochizuki Kawa at the age of 30. He became famous after that battle and rocked the entire martial arts world.

But of course, that battle had created so much commotion not because Ye Qing-Tian had won, but because of Ye Qing-Tian's age.

A 30 year old grandmaster was incredibly rare, and that had set a new record in martial arts history.

But now, a 20 year old grandmaster had appeared. This had reduced the previous record by ten years. Who knew what sort of intense storm would stir up the martial arts circles after this battle was over?