A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1755

Evidently, Ye Fan was trying to figure out how to defeat the indestructible puppet, as he was running out of time.

Or else, he would end up being killed if he continued to fight a battle of attrition against Iron Man.

Initially, he assumed he could use the power of the Dragon God Body to defeat the puppet.

At that point, however, that was obviously wishful thinking on his part.

After their short exchange, Ye Fan had realized how terrifyingly powerful Iron Man was.

Just its physical body alone was stronger than that of Moon God and Chu Yuan.

However, the strength of a warrior depended on a myriad of factors and not one's physical attributes alone.

Therefore, on the whole, Iron Man wasn't as big of a threat as a God Realm warrior or even Chu Yuan himself.

Nevertheless, the amount of pressure Iron Man managed to pile on Ye Fan was enough to put his life in danger.

“No, I can't let this continue. Or else, the advantage Moon God had brought me would have been wasted in the hands of this puppet.”

Ye Fan continued to rack his brains with a grim expression.

At the same time, the ancient sword he was holding looked so worn out that it didn't attract anyone's attention at all.

The next moment, Chu Yuan ordered Iron Man to attack Ye Fan again through telepathy.

Furrowing his brows, Ye Fan maintained his position as blood dripped continuously from his arm.

Subsequently, a gentle breeze blew past and carried some of his blood onto the ancient sword.

The moment the sword came into contact with his blood, it began to tremble before a burst of golden light radiated from it.

Suddenly, Ye Fan could feel the sword's thirst for

blood.

As if it had a soul, waves of belligerent intent began to fill Ye Fan's heart.

“All right, it's up to you now.”

Ye Fan planned to kill Iron Man by attacking with his sword.

The instant the Sword of Yunyang began to radiate its golden hue, Ye Fan stomped on the ground and launched himself into the air.

After his boundless energy culminated from all directions, he stepped into the air and unleashed a devastating attack.

“Cloud and Mist Sword Technique! First strike—Wind Flow!”

“Second strike—Memorial”

Light reflected off his sword as it danced through the air.

Meanwhile, everyone watched as Ye Fan brandished his sword like an extension of his body.

Simultaneously, intense pressure descended upon the scene.

Just like a master painter with a brush in hand, Ye Fan wielded his sword so gracefully that he seemed to make the sky his canvas.

His sword thrust and slashed like a dragon snaking through the air.

In the eyes of those present, it looked like the perfect painting.

“With knowledge comes power, and with power comes greatness! Cloud and Mist Sword Technique! Fifth strike—Unicus!”

In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan had unleashed five strikes.

As the power of Unicus reverberated in all directions, the members of the Chu Sect felt as if they were watching the best swordsman in the world in action.

Dressed in white, Ye Fan stood proudly in the air while cutting a lonely figure with his sword.

Just like an old tree standing in the way of a howling gale, Ye Fan emitted an air of invincibility to everyone

who saw him.

“T-This...”

Tang Yun was utterly stunned.

Given that this was her first time watching Ye Fan's swordplay objectively, it finally struck her how skillful he was with a sword.

Even though she had trained the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique for a long time, she noticed that the way Ye Fan wielded it felt different from hers.

When she used the technique, all she could feel was the sword.

Every strike she made didn't transcend beyond the weapon itself.

However, from the way Ye Fan wielded his sword, she could feel life itself from it.