A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 1976

King Folo and the rest peed their pants when they saw Ye Fan charging at them with an intense murderous aura.

The former had threatened to incite a war, wanting to coerce Ye Fan into stopping his attack. Yet, he didn't expect that it would make the situation worse and strengthen Ye Fan's resolve to kill them.

“Sh*t! I guess there's no choice but to fight him to the death! This guy had just been through a battle, so he must be exhausted. Let's join forces and fight him again!”

It was too late to say anything by that point.

Clenching his teeth, King Folo threw his fists at Ye Fan.

Haibu and Bapei launched their attacks as well. With that, the three Supreme Grandmasters of Folo Palace began their desperate struggle to survive.

Finally, their assaults clashed against Ye Fan's.

Almost immediately, energy started flowing out of Ye Fan's core like an endless stream.

After the loud clash, Ye Fan broke every bone and tore every tendon in King Folo's hand.

With the structure supporting his hand broken, his wrist drooped like cooked spaghetti.

“Argh! My hand!”

There was a saying that human fingers were connected to their hearts.

The Indian Supreme Grandmaster almost burst out in tears from the pain.

However, his screams of pain were shouted too early as he was about to bear the brunt of more terrifying attacks from Ye Fan.

Immediately after breaking King Folo's hand, Ye Fan landed another punch to King Folo's gut.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Fan punched his torso and gut more than a dozen times.

King Folo's chest caved in from the continuous attacks, causing blood and saliva to splatter from his mouth.

With one last kick from Ye Fan, King Folo was sent flying to the clearing at the base of the mountain.

The speed at which King Folo hit the mountain's base was sufficient to create a massive hole there. With part of the base gone, the mountain began to collapse. An avalanche of rocks started to fall and rolled down the mountainside.

A huge crack formed from the crater, extending over a hundred yards.

The catastrophic event threw dust and sand into the air.

The short exchange had dealt a severe blow to the Indian king of Folo Palace.

“King Folo! You b*stard, I'll kill you!”

Witnessing King Fold's defeat, Haibu's and Bapei's eyes reddened.

They charged toward Ye Fan like angry bulls while swinging their swords.

Although their weapons landed on Ye Fan, they could not even nick him as though his body was tougher than metal.

Unfortunately for them, Ye Fan stood there unharmed like a towering giant of ancient.

“H-How is this possible?”

Haibu and Bapei had lost their minds to terror after realizing their attacks were useless against Ye Fan.

Why? Why are our attacks ineffective against him? We're Supreme Grandmasters. Are we that weak? Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Haibu and Bapei were on the verge of experiencing a mental breakdown when Ye Fan threw a punch at them.

Their skulls cracked, and blood mixed with teeth was scattered everywhere.

Ye Fan's punch was like a knife cutting into tofu. It was smooth and easy.

The powerful punch had mangled half of Haibu's and Bapei's faces.

However, Ye Fan wasn't done yet.

He launched himself toward them again, picking Haibu up. With a twist of his arms, he threw the Supreme Grandmaster toward the clearing.

Reaching for a huge boulder at his side, he hurled it at the defeated man.

A hundred-tonne boulder smashed into Haibu.

Instantly, he became a bloody mess.

A pained wail echoed from the debris.

“T-This...”

Bapei was shocked into a blubbering idiot.

In a few breaths' time, two Supremes Grandmasters had been defeated.

The mortified Bapei whirled around, fleeing for his life.

However, Ye Fan would never let him escape.

Ye Fan sprinted, reaching Fen Tian's side. With a swing of his leg, the near-dead Fen Tian shot like a bullet toward the fleeing Bapei, taking the latter down like a bowling pin.

“Come out!” Ye Fan shouted for his spear.

Swoosh!

A long silver spear appeared in his hand. Like a flash of lightning, it pierced Fen Tian's and Haibu's bodies like a shish kebab, nailing them to the ground.

Just like that, the Supreme Grandmasters of India had fallen in a matter of minutes.

Ye Fan reigned victorious with an undefeatable feat.

His terrifying aura was like fallen leaves swirling in the autumn breeze and winter snow melting in a boiling pot of oil.

The previously respected and worshiped Supremes of India had all been eradicated by Ye Fan.

Just when Ye Fan withdrew his aura and prepared to clean up the battlefield, a loud blast sounded.

Boom!

A thundering explosion sent pieces of stone debris flying everywhere.

Right then, a bloody figure slowly dragged his battered body to his feet.

It was King Folo!

Even though he was beaten up by Ye Fan and covered with injuries, he was still alive.

I'm not dead yet! How can a Supreme of India, a hero, die so easily?

He stared at Ye Fan with bloodshot eyes as hatred and madness carved into his face.

“Haha!” The man let out a maniacal laugh as he looked up at the sky.

The current King Folo was in a disheveled state, his previous vigor and dignity were gone, and in their place was madness.

“Chu Tianfan, you're strong. So strong that you broke our hope, plunging us into despair! But you're still an idiot. Haven't you wondered why the four of us would flee to the Folo Palace, then to Folo Mountain? You made the same mistake twice. No wonder you couldn't defeat the Chu Sect and were besieged by Chu Yuan. That's because you're an idiot. Don't you know we can borrow Indra's strength to oppress you again when we succeeded the first time? I wouldn't have followed us into Folo Mountain if I were you. I would've waited outside for a chance.”

He continued, “Yet you willingly walked into our trap again. What an idiot. Yes! You've defeated us, so? Are you strong enough to defeat Indra? Can you fight and win the ultimate fighter? Just you wait! Soon, you'll be paying for what you've done, and I'm the person who'll get the last laugh. Me! The Folo Palace! The Indian martial arts world!”

He continued to cackle without a care in the world.

Ye Fan stayed silent as he watched the performance King Folo had put on for him.

The next moment, King Folo kowtowed to the Folo Mountain with sincerity.

“Sacred mountain and protector of India, your people are suffering from a catastrophe. Please descend upon us in all your glory. Please bestow upon us your strength and destroy this devil that terrorized India!” King Folo pleaded with his head on the ground.

Bapei got up shortly after and crawled over to King Folo's side.

Despite the hole in his body left by the long spear, Haibu endured the pain and dragged his battered body to kneel on the ground and prayed for Indra's descent.

Ye Fan would've panicked if it were in the past.

Yet, he wasn't nervous at all this time.

Instead, he sat on a rock and watched the performance with a grin.

He was unbothered by their pleas and was confident that he wouldn't lose.

Ten minutes had passed, and Folo Mountain was still silent. Indra didn't descend nor shine any glory on them.

“Don't waste your breath. Indra can't hear your pleas. You can scream at the top of your lungs, and he still won't appear,” Ye Fan said with a smile.

He liked watching these people struggling at the end of their lives and loved it when their hopes were dashed as they plummeted into despair.

“F**king bullsh*t! Indra has protected our nation for centuries, and he would never abandon us!” King Folo barked.

“Suit yourself then.” Ye Fan merely smiled at their distrust, letting them continue their antics.

However, the truth was as Ye Fan had said.

No matter how loud King Folo and Bapei shouted, even when their throats tore and vocal cords bled, and the massive boulder in front of them had shattered from their screams, their lifeline, Indra, still didn't show up.

“I told you so. It's useless. I've already defeated Indra. He's not going to show up even if I kill you.”