A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 1942

Unable to withstand the excruciating pain, King Folo let out blood-curdling wails. “Argh! The pain is killing me! D*mn it! Chu Tianfan, you're a b*stard! I'll fight you to the death!”

Undoubtedly, the saying that a person's ten fingers and heart were interconnected made sense.

The stabbing pain of King Folo's broken finger was unbearable for him. It was as though an electric shock had flowed through his entire body, causing him to howl in utter anguish.

Apparently, King Folo, too, was a vicious man. When he realized there was no way to stop battling against Ye Fan, he gave up pleading and fought against him till the end instead.

As his bellow of rage rang out, he clenched another hand into a fist and threw it at Ye Fan's head. There was a saying that the deadliest way was by striking at the weakest point of the foe.

As they were only inches from each other, King Folo's fist emerged right in front of Ye Fan's face within seconds.

He was sure as h*ll that the man could not defend himself within such a short span. Thus, he would not have any choice but to dodge. When he did so, King Folo would have ample time to take a breath.

Little did the latter realize he had underestimated Ye Fan. Instead of dodging, the man remained standing on the spot like an immovable mountain.

Ah! Could it be he's trying to have a head-on clash with me? King Folowas stunned momentarily before his eyes lit up with a hint of indescribable excitement.

He could not resist mocking Ye Fan inwardly for placing himself in deep water. Has he gone nuts? He's thinking of retaliating against my fist with his head! Hmph! Isn't he putting himself on the line?

Even though King Folo could not wrap his head around Ye Fan's stance, he was more than happy with the absurd act.

Sometimes, it was a better countermeasure to defeat a martial artist by suppressing him psychologically. Hence, King Folo was convinced that he could grab the opportunity to defeat Ye Fan with a fatal blow. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Unable to stifle the surging excitement from within him, he bellowed, “Go to h*ll!”

The next second, he mustered up his strength to throw his massive punch at Ye Fan's forehead.

Ah! I hit the target! King Folo was over the moon.

The head was the most fragile part of the body. I bet there's no exception, even fora supreme grandmaster!

Therefore, King Folo believed Ye Fan would at least sustain severe injury because of his massive punch.

His joy was short-lived. Not long after that, he started to sense something awry.

Even though he saw with his own eyes that his punch had landed on Ye Fan's head, he could not fathom why his hand did not feel the impact.

“Hahaha! It seems you can barely wait for me to meet my end!” Ye Fan's laughter sounded right behind King Folo like a bolt from the blue.

It scared the living daylights out of the supreme grandmaster.

It only struck him that the one hit by him moments ago was actually an illusion. His opponent had moved behind him even before he threw his punch!

Ye Fan was laid back as usual. On the contrary, a panic-stricken King Folo threw out another punch subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan stretched out his palm and grabbed hold of the man's fist firmly before pushing it upward.

Thud!

King Folo's wrist broke with an ear-shattering snap.

“Ouch! My arm!” he wailed again in agony. Unable to withstand the intense pain, tears trickled down his cheeks.

Notwithstanding, King Folo refused to give up. He stretched out another hand to throw his punch maniacally at Ye Fan. Even though his finger was broken by Ye Fan earlier, he could still move his arm and twist his wrist.

However, he was a trapped beast regardless of how frantically he had struggled.

Before he could give a strike, Ye Fan lifted his hand as if he were holding a sword and smashed it hard onto the former's arm.

It felt as though his hand weighed at least ten thousand tons. In the blink of an eye, the immense weight broke King Folo's arms.

Nevertheless, Ye Fan did not want to let King Folo off the hook. He turned to lift the latter's broken arm, swinging him high up in the sky and struck the latter's chest continuously with his elbow.

Bang!

King Folo sustained dozens of powerful strikes in succession.

A massive force oppressed him like a tsunami.

At that moment, it was as though Ye Fan was whipping a worthless small fry to its death. A thunderous yowl and spurt of blood followed every whip from King Folo.

Noa stood rooted to the ground at the petrifying sight; her eyes widened in sheer disbelief. Blood drained from her dainty face as she covered her red lips with her hands uncontrollably.

It never came to her mind that the dignified king of the majestic Folo Palace would be in such a dishevelment alongside Ye Fan.

Other than her, Haibu, who was sent flying into the Grange River moments ago by Ye Fan, was petrified.

As one of the supreme grandmasters, who were supposed to be tough fighters, he managed to cheat death.

Although he had sustained severe injuries, he could still dash forward to battle.

However, he remained motionless. Since his entire body was hidden beneath the river, only his eyes were exposed.

Gazing at the horrendous man striking against King Folo ferociously like a demon, his mind went blank as he was scared stiff.

His hostility and murderous intent toward Ye Fan a while ago were prevailed by sheer horror. Intimidated by the latter's formidability, he chickened out and dared not take any risk.

Even when his superior, the mighty leader of India, was beaten up by Ye Fan, he did not dare to give him a hand.

The terrifying scene earlier almost scared him to death.

There was nothing he could do other than hide in the river, trembling in fear. What else can I do?

Even Duolun has met his tragic end! We're too naive! How could we jump to a hasty conclusion that the intense battle will wear Chu Tian fan down, and we'll be able to finish him off when he's at his wits' end? Gosh! Look at how the horrifying man is bashing the king up now!

Ye Fan had sent Haibu flying into the Grange River with a kick even before he could throw his punch.

No words could describe King Folo's pathetic state as Ye Fan lifted him high up in the sky and continued to bash him up.

Haibu gasped inwardly. What kind of battle is this? Nobody is a match for himlBang!

In the meantime, Ye Fan did not stop striking King Folo with his elbows.

After sustaining continuous strikes on his chest, the latter's ribs were crushed.

Ghastly blood spewed out of his mouth like a bloody fountain. Somehow, it was getting lesser and lesser moments later.

Haibu could not bear to watch any longer. My goodness! I bet it's just a matter of time before he spurts out the last drop of his blood!

On the brink of tears, he was utterly regretful for not talking King Folo and the others out earlier. We should not have gone against his will. What's the point of stopping him from having his woman back? Why put ourselves in a tight spot by provoking such a ferocious man?

Soon, Haibu could not resist shedding tears piteously beneath the Grange River.

On the other hand, Ye Fan seemed to be feeling tired after a series of strikes. He swung King Folo into the sky right after a final slam of his elbow. After that, he leaped up into the sky, giving the latter a flying kick.

Ye Fan's leg landed heavily on King Folo's abdomen as if he were striking the ball in a soccer game. Swoosh!

Drenched in blood, King Folo was sent flying thousands of meters toward Folo Palace.

Boom!

Soon, an ear-splitting sound rang out.

Engulfed by massive force, he smashed into the majestic palace on the peak of the mountain, sending the rubble flying and wafting the dust in the air.

In an instant, thousands of the disciples in Folo Palace dispersed and scurried away in panic.

Incredibly, King Folo continued to whizz in the air at astonishing speed after crashing into the palace. His body headed straight for Folo Mountain right behind the palace.

Seconds later, he crashed into the mountain, uprooting the trees. Even the pinnacle of the mountain cracked and collapsed because of the massive impact.

Terror-stricken, Haibu could not refrain from peeing while he hid in the river. His formidability is beyond imagination! D*mn it! Is he a human? He must be a deity, the legend of the century!