A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 969 Another Wave Rises Before the Previous One...

BOOOOOOOM...

The attacks from the coast had already stopped, but the blasts continued.

The oil tanks of the cruise and other flammable parts continued to catch fire and explode.

After one tremendous blast, the huge cruise finally fell apart.

In the midst of the smoke and fire, there were still some survivors who jumped into the open ocean and hoped to survive.

But even though these people had been fortunate enough to survive the blasts, how many would be rescued from the raging waves?

The waves lashed mercilessly.

The rising waves were like the claws of a demon as they continued to ram against the battered cruise.

The fire was still raging on board the cruise.

The flames shot into the sky with black plumes of smoke as it waved in the wind.

All explosion sounds had stopped, and other additional noises had also come to a stop.

All the people who had managed to survive held onto various debris from the deck that was floating on the surface of the sea with terror and despair on their faces. Some of them were still sorrowfully calling out the names of their loved ones.

"Stop shouting, it's no use. After this much exploding, anybody caught in that fire is definitely gone," sighed someone as he shook his head.

The few who managed to survive looked down sadly as tears streamed down their faces.

Their hearts were filled with some relief that they were alive, but also overcome with sadness, horror and despair.

Various emotions came together and tugged fiercely at the inside of their hearts.

"Oh my god! Look! There's someone else! Someone else is still alive!" someone yelled out.

All the survivors immediately looked over.

They saw a skinny figure slowly emerge from the flames.

There was blood on his lips and his clothes were torn.

His breathing was haphazard and his face was pale.

He staggered crookedly as he walked towards the sea.

But the strange part was that there was nothing under his feet.

His feet were walking on air as if it was properly paved as he just walked right out from the fire.

"What on earth..." The survivors were all confused when they saw this strange scene unfold before them.

Their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as they just stared at him.

All of them were watching this young man walk out of the fire like he was some demon of sorts.

They simply couldn't imagine how anybody could possibly survive a blast of that extent.

The more horrifying part was that this man could actually walk on air.

"Oh my...oh my god...are we seeing some sea god or something?" some of them exclaimed and shouted in terror.

But the young man who emerged from the flames and walked on air was actually Ye Fan.

He had survived.

After the multiple missiles that had landed in quick succession, he hadn't died and managed to survive.

After he walked out from the fire, Ye Fan looked up at the sky, then at the sea.

Nothing made Ye Fan find the scenery in front of him so endearing and lovable like now.

Perhaps he only realized how wonderful it was to be alive after he had gone through a near death experience.

PFFT!

But not long after Ye Fan emerged from the fire, his entire body shook violently, then he spat a mouthful of blood out.

He immediately became a lot weaker than before.

It was obvious that even though Ye Fan had survived the missile attack, he was still severely injured.

Ye Fan had Dragon God Protection around his body, but after an attack by a few dozen missiles and their subsequent explosions, even a supreme grandmaster would have perished in such a fire by now. No matter how powerful a grandmaster was, he was still human after all.

It was very difficult for a body made from flesh and blood to fight head on with the best of modern technology.

The biggest reason why Ye Fan had been able to survive this level of attack was because Ye Fan was training his body to become a Dragon God Body.

If this Dragon God Body had not helped Ye Fan to block so many attacks thus far, Ye Fan would be incapacitated or even dead by now.

But of course, his injuries were also so severe because this had been a sneak attack by the other party and Ye Fan was caught completely off guard.

If Ye Fan was already prepared, even a missile attack wouldn't have hit him.

Even if it were a guided missile, it wasn't as agile as a supreme grandmaster.

This was also why supreme grandmasters held so much authority in a country.

It was true that supreme grandmasters couldn't hold up against the damage that high tech modern weapons could cause, but supreme grandmasters weren't idiots either. They wouldn't fight these weapons head on, but make use of their skills and speed to make counterattacks while avoiding attacks.

So even if you had fancy weapons or thousands of soldiers, one supreme grandmaster could still wipe everyone out.

No country would be willing to use the military to go up against a supreme grandmaster unless they had absolutely no choice.

Even if they successfully killed the supreme grandmaster, the price that the country would have to pay often exceeded the rewards of doing such a thing.

This is where Ye Fan had lost out.

Ever since he started on this journey home, Ye Fan had been gripped by an invisible sense of danger.

He was always on the alert for any surprise attacks by high level grandmaster fighters.

But Ye Fan never expected that the other party would actually use such a method to kill him.

But thankfully, he had managed to survive.

Ye Fan suddenly started smiling.

His lips quietly curled upwards into a sinister smile.

His striking features were filled with a murderous fury.

If Han was here, he would know that Ye Fan would only look like this when he was extremely furious.

"All of you had better pray hard that I never find out who was the one behind this attack. I guarantee that I will make all of you regret the day you were born!" Ye Fan clenched his fists tightly as his low growls were blown away by the cold wind.

Ye Fan didn't stick around for too long. He turned towards a nearby island and continued walking on air in its direction.

The attack earlier had injured Ye Fan pretty badly.

The most urgent thing right now was to make sure that his injuries healed up.

Once he was back in shape, he was going to kill his way back into Japan.

He was going to find out who on earth was trying to kill him.

VRRROOOOMMMM...

But just when Ye Fan was about to set off, the area around him suddenly started shaking.

This was followed by an ear deafening rumbling noise that seemed to surge towards him like the tide.

"This...this sound..."

The survivors looked towards where the sound was coming from.

They saw countless black little dots in the sky suddenly making their way towards them.

The black dots seemed like stars in the sky at first, but as they came closer, it became clear what those black dots really were.

Someone screamed in despair as his eyes widened, "These are fighter jets! Oh my god! They're fighter jets! There are nearly a hundred of them!"

VROOOOM!!

A strong wind howled and the waves seemed to reach the sky.

The fighter jets came towards them from the sky like the scythe of the grim reaper falling upon the survivors.

All their blades were aimed at the man who had just walked out from the fire - Ye Fan!