A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 1947

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunderous noises rang out in the narrow area.

Those were the sounds of Ye Fan battling what appeared to be a puppet.

He could not even glance at his opponent's face until now.

Yet, it was as though the enemy was indestructible.

No matter how much he attacked, nothing seemed to do any damage.

On top of that, the man eventually realized something extremely disadvantageous to him as he continued to fight. The elemental force inside his body was depleting at a terrifying rate.

“Sh*t! I can't believe I forgot. This isn't Earth. There's no elemental force here! I can't replenish it if this keeps up.”

Ye Fan's gaze darkened.

Elemental force was the source of his power; every technique he used required it.

If he were to run out of it, his abilities would be hindered greatly.

At this shocking discovery, Ye Fan quickly calmed himself down.

I have to change my tactics.lfl can't destroy whatever this thing is, I wo n't. If I can't get around it, I won't. I may be running out of elemental force, but that's fined still have the Dragon God Body!

The loud roar of a dragon sounded in the dark.

Right after that, Ye Fan's muscles began to twitch as he felt a large burst of energy from within him.

Then, he immediately charged toward the puppet and grabbed onto it tightly, wrapping his opponent's entire body with his arms like a pair of metal chains.

No matter how much the puppet struggled, it couldn't escape Ye Fan's grasp.

Exerting even more force, the man raised his arms, lifting his entire opponent up in the air.

“Haha! It worked!”

Overjoyed, Ye Fan began to charge ahead like a madman while still carrying the puppet.

His opponent was clearly stunned.

Nobody could've fought like this.

But clearly, Ye Fan didn't care. All he wanted was to get out of this passage.

Even if hell awaited him, it was still better than wandering aimlessly in here like a ghost.

Perhaps the creature in his arms was actually one.

Still, Ye Fan couldn't be bothered at this point.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He continued ahead. Despite having bumped into walls a few times, it didn't matter since he had a shield right in front of him.

The man was undeniably quick-witted.

With the puppet being lifted off the ground, it could no longer fight back.

Despite a few occasional struggles, it was unable to

break free.

This allowed Ye Fan to keep moving forward until he soon spotted a bleak ray of light.

The man initially thought he was seeing things.

But as he made his way further, the light became brighter - like a ball of fire that grew as it continued to burn.

“Is that the exit?”

An exhilarated Ye Fan picked up the pace.

Alas, he arrived at the end of the passage and dashed into the ray of light.

As soon as he did, he turned slightly, lifted his arms up high, and tossed the puppet back into the darkness.

The creature disappeared into the dark instead of chasing after him.

Perhaps it would simply return to its original spot and continue guarding that place.

Ye Fan sighed with relief.

If that indestructible being were to continue going after him, he would probably drain himself of all his energy.

“Phew! Thank goodness.”

Having finally rid himself of that strange opponent and left that completely dark place, there was no doubt that Ye Fan felt much better now.

“But where am I now?”

After taking a quick breather, he began to scan his surroundings.

A long road lay ahead of him, surrounded by smooth, flat stones.

This time, though, the path was much wider than the one he had encountered before. It was enough to fit four to five rows of people.

Meanwhile, there were several doors on both sides of the road.

Each wooden door had been painted black, the marks on them a sign of their many years of existence.

Furthermore, there was a lamp, the kind used by China's imperial palace in ancient times on both sides of every door.

Kerosene allowed the fire within each lamp to continue burning.

No one knew how long these flames had remained alive.

As he stared at the sight before him, Ye Fan began to feel as though he was now walking along an alley in ancient China.

Rooms built with stone, doors made of ebony, and two oil lamps hanging at each door made it seem so.

The only difference was the fact that it was dark everywhere else.

“Oh, God. I'm not dead, am I?”

Ye Fan began to feel unsettled.

It does feel like I'm in hell. There could be ghosts floating around behind each one of these doors. Why can't I hear anything?lfl were really in hell, I should hear some terrifying screams by now, right?

Unable to contain his curiosity, Ye Fan opened the door closest to him.

Creak...

Dust fell as the door creaked open.

What Ye Fan saw was a sign that time never stopped.

It was apparent no one had been here for a long time. This room's probably been around since forever, though.

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Not encountering anyone here was still better than opening the door only to have a pair of eyes staring back at him.

He entered the room.

Contrary to his expectations, there was no bed; rather, he saw a table and a few shelves leaning against the wall.

On the shelves were piles of books.

Ye Fan flipped through some of them.

“These are martial arts manuals. Did I just stumble upon some sort of classic archive?”

Chuckling dryly, Ye Fan went through the manuals for a brief moment before leaving.

The techniques written in these books might turn out to be useful or even rare to some.

However, they meant nothing to him.

He already had the secret techniques from the Book of Celestial Cloud, after all. None of these manuals here could even compare.

Ye Fan opened the next door.

This time, it was a large storage room for weapons.

Swords, guns, maces, knives... There were many kinds of weapons in here.

“This is some good stuff! You can't really find weapons like these on Earth anymore.”

He picked up a sword and casually swung it around. The blade felt lightweight, but it was unusually sturdy.

This would suit Tang Yun well.

He then grabbed a large iron mace that was especially thick and heavy with some odd writings.

“This would be perfect for Gaius, that old fart.”

Given that Ye Fan already had the Sword of Yunyang bestowed upon him by the Grand Old Lady, he naturally had no need for any of the weapons here.

However, these items—especially the ones placed in the middle—would certainly be valuable for his subordinates.

These ten weapons were clearly far more precious than the others.

These are definitely priceless. I should take some with me.

After that, the man opened the third door, followed by the fourth.

Some rooms had gold, while others had paintings, pottery, and medicinal herbs.

In any case, every room contained something extremely valuable.

Everything kept inside these rooms could provide a people - or even an entire country - with unimaginable power.

“This is probably where the founder of India's martial arts world keeps all his treasures. Manuals, weapons, herbs... With all this stuff, India would probably have no problem coming back to life even if I were to destroy Folo Palace. That baldy sure put his heart into this,” Ye Fan lamented.

Despite having stumbled upon all these precious goods, Ye Fan didn't feel happy.

I still can't get out ofhere.And look at all this dust. Obviously, no one's dropped by for a long time.Maybe even that baldy has forgotten about this place.

The man let out a sigh and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to head to the next room, he accidentally bumped into one of the oil lamps at the door he had just walked through.

Crack!

The lamp fell to the floor, spilling all the oil on the ground, and the flame went out.

Ye Fan's eyes widened at the sight.

“T-This lamp...”