A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1621

He launched an attack at Ye Fan using his iron fists.

The energy force emitted was so severe as if a mountain were upon them.

As a result, a gust of strong wind blew past, seemingly brewing a storm.

“Ye Fan, look out!”

“Be careful, Ye Fan!”

Everything happened in a flash.

Nobody expected their conversation to have such a dramatic development. One moment, Yan Buping was lecturing Ye Fan; and the next moment, the former was forced to kneel while Ke Zhe flipped out.

The situation had spiraled out of control before anyone knew what was happening.

When they saw how Ke Zhe blew a gasket, Qiu Mucheng and Xu Lei's hearts plummeted.

The two women let out a scream due to the extreme shock.

However, Ke Zhe was too fast.

While the forewarnings from the ladies were still hanging in the air, his powerful fist had already landed on Ye Fan's chest.

Seeing that his sudden attack was successful, Ke Zhe gloated, “Haha! Just as I have suspected, you are unworthy of being a Supreme Grandmaster. Why didn't you dodge my punch? You son of a b*tch, stop pretending to be what you're not. You're just digging your own grave; do you know that? I'll do everyone a favor and send you to h*ll today. It's also the least I can do for the dead Songliang.”

Ke Zhe actually doubted himself before making his move.

When he tasted some success for the first time, it instantly increased his level of confidence, and he started getting full of himself.

While he was enjoying a hearty guffaw, the energy seeped away rapidly from his fists.

Moments later, his laughter stopped abruptly when he realized his punch seemed to have no effect on Ye Fan.

It was as if he had hit an unmovable mountain instead of a man.

“Huh? How is this possible? My punch should hit him like a ton. How is he still standing?”

Seeing that the young man did not move an inch, Ke Zhe's face darkened.

Fear began to creep up on him again.

“Mr. Ke, what's going on?”

“Come on, hit harder!”

“Do you need our help?”

The other grandmasters mocked him after they helped Van Duping up.

They were astonished to see that Ye Fan was not shaken at all.

A few of them rolled up their sleeves and were ready to render support, but Ke Zhe turned them down.

He waved his hand dismissively and told them, “Something is off with this one. He's not great, but his strength is exceptionally powerful. Anyhow, it's not a big deal. I, alone, can take on this insolent rookie.

He's going to be beaten to a pulp once I give my all.”

The others nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Ye Fan could not avoid one blow from Ke Zhe, Yan Buping and gang assumed Ye Fan did not have what it takes to deserve his title.

Ke Zhe looked menacingly at Ye Fan like a cobra flicking its tongue, ready to devour its prey.

“You punk sure can take a hit. You might be able to take a punch from me, but can you withstand tens and hundreds of it?” taunted Ke Zhe coldly.

Subsequently, he rubbed his palms and gathered his energy, only to unleash it all at once toward Ye Fan.

One punch... Two... Ten...

Initially, Ke Zhe was certain that Ye Fan would not last long against him.

After close to two dozen punches, he started to falter.

Ye Fan stood rooted to the spot as though he was anchored there.

No matter how vigorous and violent the bashing was, it had no adverse effect on him.

“I don't believe this. Argh! Die! Die! Die! Die!”

With a pair of bloodshot eyes, a crazed Ke Zhe rained frantic punches at Ye Fan in all directions.