A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 151 Ye Fan's Invincible Might!

Boom~

Wu He-Rong's punch carried with it the force of a thousand pounds.

Its terrifying presence swept through the hall. The resulting wind pressure caused Ye Fan's forelock to

fly about wildly and his sleeves to flutter noisily.

"Mr. Chu, look out~"

Their fight had been on the verge of breaking out but, still, Wu He-Rong's punch had caught everyone

by surprise.

The wind brought about by his iron fist swept through the land, and its majestic presence made

everyone feel as if they were facing an indomitable mountain.

Even Chen Ao and company, who were standing a dozen odd meters away, could barely withstand its

pressure. All of a sudden, expressions of fear and uneasiness could be seen on their faces.

This was the same punch Wu He-Rong had used to overwhelm the chief instructor of the Jiangdong

Military Region, Meng Bai-Chuan. Afterward, he had used one more punch and a kick to kill the latter.

Now that he was using the same move again, it was only natural for Chen Ao and company to worry.

They were worried that Ye Fan would follow in the footsteps of Meng Bai-Chuan.

And while the Jiangdong leaders were worrying, Wu He-Rong's iron fist was already speeding toward

Ye Fan's chest.

However, in the face of Wu He-Rong's fierce attack, Ye Fan remained as composed as ever.

He continued to smile indifferently and, from the look in his eyes, the surrounding crowd could see that

he felt neither panic nor fear. There was only the calm of a still lake on a windless day.

"You are just pretending to be calm!" "Let us see if you can still keep up the act after my punch hits

you?"

Wu He-Rong roared in anger. Ye Fan's expression made him feel as if he was being slighted and that

infuriated him.

Hence, with a fierce roar, he increased the speed and ferocity of his punch.

Boom-

His iron fist caused air waves to appear.

But just as Wu He-Rong's fist was about to connect with Ye Fan's chest, the latter surprised everybody

by bending his body backward to avoid the incoming punch.

Whoosh-

The punch and its resulting air wave simply brushed against the corner of Ye Fan's clothes.

"Haha~" "He avoided it!"

"Beautiful!" "Mr. Chu is great indeed-"

"Just this backward body bend alone makes him a thousand times better than that moron who thought

he was the second General Guang."

Chen Ao and company heaved sighs of relief when they saw Ye Fan avoid Wu He-Rong's punch. They

had not noticed yet but, just then, their backs were drenched in cold sweat.

Meanwhile, an agitated Li Er was laughing smugly.

He had spoken loudly earlier. It was as if he had wanted to make sure that a certain someone could

hear him speak.

And just as expected, a dark expression came over Zhao Wu-Ji's face. He snorted coldly and said: "It

is too early for you to rejoice."

"That was just the first punch. And your Mr. Chu only managed to avoid it narrowly."

"That was luck. He got lucky this time but will he get lucky a second time?”

Right after Zhao Wu-Ji had finished speaking, Wu He-Rong threw a second punch.

Ye Fan moved his body sideways and, once again, avoided Wu He-Rong's attack.

Like a tornado, the slap to the face had arrived swiftly. Zhao Wu-Ji's face turned an ugly shade of green

and he could not get a single word out.

"Haha~"

"Mr. Zhao, did that slap hurt?”

Once again, Li Er's laughter rang out at an opportune time.

But Zhao Wu-Ji replied coldly: "What are you getting smug about?"

"So what if he can dodge once or twice?

Are you going to tell me that he can avoid ten more or a hundred more punches?”

"If he only knows how to defend, then he will ultimately be defeated!"

"Sooner or later, he will be defeated by Wu He-Rong."

Zhao Wu-Ji's voice rang out coldly. When Chen Ao and company heard him, all of them had sombre

looks on their faces.

He is right!

Although Zhao Wu-Ji's words were unpalatable, he did have a point.

Since the beginning of the fight, although Ye Fan had not yet suffered any injury, he had only been

dodging Wu He-Rong's attacks.

With a passive strategy like that, defeat was inevitable.

Mr. Chu, you have to win~

Chen Ao and company started praying in their hearts for Ye Fan's victory.

But, as mere spectators, they had no idea that Wu He-Rong was mentally breaking apart.

Just then, he was on the verge of going insane with rage.

Since the beginning of the fight, Wu He-Rong had already thrown a dozen punches and a dozen kicks.

But his young opponent had slipped past all his attacks like an eel.

Clearly, each and every time, he had nearly hit Ye Fan. But, in the end, all of his attacks had merely

brushed past his opponent's body.

Until now, he had never even touched the clothes Ye Fan was wearing.

"I don't believe this!"

"I am the Blood Wolf King, Wu He-Rong!

You think I can't kill a brat like you?”

Wu He-Rong was in the throes of rage. His eyes had turned red and they were making him look like a

blood-frenzied wolf.

The Blood Wolf King was a renowned figure in the Western underworld.

Many would tremble in fear upon hearing the name of the mercenary group under his command.

If any of Wu He-Rong's old comrades were here, they would be shocked to see that it was a young

man who had backed the mercenary king into a corner!

"Goto hell!”

Wu He-Rong screamed in fury. He kept throwing punch after punch; each one of them could kill if they

had connected!

And he kept throwing one ferocious kick after another!

At this moment, Wu He-Rong was behaving like a mad dog. He kept unleashing one technique after

another, without any regard for himself or consequences.

Meanwhile, the spectators were stunned by his storm-like attacks!

But in the face of Wu He-Rong's fierce assault, Ye Fan remained as composed as ever. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

That nonchalant smile remained on his delicate face.

At this moment, Ye Fan resembled a small boat sailing on a storm-tossed lake. No matter how violently

the wind blew or how hard the rain pelted him, he would drift along with the current.

Finally, Wu He-Rong reached the state of exhaustion. But still, he had not managed to touch Ye Fan.

"You bastard! Bastard!"

"Stop dodging-"

"Fight me!"

"You only know how to dodge! Can you even call yourself a man?"

"You are behaving just like an animal-"

"Fight me if you are good enough! Stop dodging!" "Come on

Wu He-Rong screamed in rage.

Finally, the hitherto quiet Ye Fan lifted his head.

The moonlight streamed down like a river and mingled with the dim lights in the hall; it covered Ye

Fan's body and cast a riot of colors on the floor.

He looked at Wu He-Rong and smiled nonchalantly: "Alright, as you wish!"

Boom-

The instant Ye Fan had finished speaking, an awe-inspiring presence sprung out of nowhere. It broke

out like a storm and caused a gale to sweep through the hall.

The presence felt like an unsheathed sword that was displaying its radiance to the full!

Or an awakened dragon roaring at the heavens!

In the next moment, the spectators saw Ye Fan unclenched his hand and stretched it toward the sky.

And then, he grasped at the air.

It was as if he was trying to hold the wind, or perhaps a bolt of lightning, in his hand.

And then, as everyone looked on in shock, Ye Fan formed a knife hand with his hand and made a slash

at the sky!

Swoosh-

A white scar flashed through the air.

Like an arc of electricity, or a burst of light.

Just like this, it disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

I have a sword that can cut heaven and earth!!

Flash-

Just then, it felt like something had burst open and was leaking sour water.

Wu He-Rong, who had been charging toward Ye Fan, stopped abruptly.

He stood rooted to the spot in a daze.

As if he were a puppet that had its strings cut; or a machine with its power supply disrupted.

At this moment, all of Wu He-Rong's ferocity, cruelty and domineering presence had vanished. Only

overwhelming shock and fear remained on his face.

His pupils contracted as he stared at Ye Fan.

"This... this is, the... Dao... Dao... Dao of Cloud?" I "This... this is, the... Book... Book... Book of Celestial

Cloud?"

"How... how is it possible?”

How could this lowly abandoned child of the Chu family be in possession of their most highly classified

secret, the Book of Celestial Cloud?"

Right now, Wu He-Rong's eyes were filled with terror.

Ye Fan retracted his hand and stood there with both hands clasped behind his back.

"You are not entirely ignorant. You managed to recognize the Dao of Cloud/ the Book of Heavenly

Cloud?" he said with a proud smile on his face.

"But it is a shame. You have killed the wrong person and sold yourself to the wrong sort of employer."

"All of you have underestimated me."

"Not just you, but the Chu family as well."

"One of these days, I will let your masters know exactly what kind of existence they have looked down

upon."

Boom~

The piercingly cold wind carried Ye Fan's awe-inspiring presence and swept it across the land.

At the same time, a beautiful red-colored line appeared below Wu He-Rong's neck.

And then, the bright red blood spurted forth like a fountain.

Who would have thought that the Blood Wolf King, who had returned from across the ocean and

terrorized Jiangdong, would be killed in a single stroke by Ye Fan!

The blood spread across the ground.

On the fifteenth of August, when the moon was full, Ye Fan executed Wu He-Rong at the foot of Mount

Tai!

And the world reeled in shock~