A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 151

Boom~

Wu He-Rong's punch carried with it the force of a thousand pounds.

Its terrifying presence swept through the hall. The resulting wind pressure caused Ye Fan's forelock to fly about wildly and his sleeves to flutter noisily.

"Mr. Chu, look out~"

Their fight had been on the verge of breaking out but, still, Wu He-Rong's punch had caught everyone by surprise.

The wind brought about by his iron fist swept through the land, and its majestic presence made everyone feel as if they were facing an indomitable mountain.

Even Chen Ao and company, who were standing a dozen odd meters away, could barely withstand its pressure. All of a sudden, expressions of fear and uneasiness could be seen on their faces.

This was the same punch Wu He-Rong had used to overwhelm the chief instructor of the Jiangdong Military Region, Meng Bai-Chuan. Afterward, he had used one more punch and a kick to kill the latter.

Now that he was using the same move again, it was only natural for Chen Ao and company to worry.

They were worried that Ye Fan would follow in the footsteps of Meng Bai-Chuan.

And while the Jiangdong leaders were worrying, Wu He-Rong's iron fist was already speeding toward Ye Fan's chest.

However, in the face of Wu He-Rong's fierce attack, Ye Fan remained as composed as ever.

He continued to smile indifferently and, from the look in his eyes, the surrounding crowd could see that he felt neither panic nor fear. There was only the calm of a still lake on a windless day.

"You are just pretending to be calm!" "Let us see if you can still keep up the act after my punch hits you?"

Wu He-Rong roared in anger. Ye Fan's expression made him feel as if he was being slighted and that infuriated him.

Hence, with a fierce roar, he increased the speed and ferocity of his punch.

Boom-

His iron fist caused air waves to appear.

But just as Wu He-Rong's fist was about to connect with Ye Fan's chest, the latter surprised everybody by bending his body backward to avoid the incoming punch.

Whoosh-

The punch and its resulting air wave simply brushed against the corner of Ye Fan's clothes.

"Haha~" "He avoided it!"

"Beautiful!" "Mr. Chu is great indeed-"

"Just this backward body bend alone makes him a thousand times better than that moron who thought he was the second General Guang."

Chen Ao and company heaved sighs of relief when they saw Ye Fan avoid Wu He-Rong's punch. They had not noticed yet but, just then, their backs were drenched in cold sweat.

Meanwhile, an agitated Li Er was laughing smugly.

He had spoken loudly earlier. It was as if he had wanted to make sure that a certain someone could hear him speak.

And just as expected, a dark expression came over Zhao Wu-Ji's face. He snorted coldly and said: "It is too early for you to rejoice."

"That was just the first punch. And your Mr. Chu only managed to avoid it narrowly."

"That was luck. He got lucky this time but will he get lucky a second time?”

Right after Zhao Wu-Ji had finished speaking, Wu He-Rong threw a second punch.

Ye Fan moved his body sideways and, once again, avoided Wu He-Rong's attack.

Like a tornado, the slap to the face had arrived swiftly. Zhao Wu-Ji's face turned an ugly shade of green and he could not get a single word out.

"Haha~"

"Mr. Zhao, did that slap hurt?”

Once again, Li Er's laughter rang out at an opportune time.

But Zhao Wu-Ji replied coldly: "What are you getting smug about?"

"So what if he can dodge once or twice?

Are you going to tell me that he can avoid ten more or a hundred more punches?”

"If he only knows how to defend, then he will ultimately be defeated!"

"Sooner or later, he will be defeated by Wu He-Rong."

Zhao Wu-Ji's voice rang out coldly. When Chen Ao and company heard him, all of them had sombre looks on their faces.

He is right!

Although Zhao Wu-Ji's words were unpalatable, he did have a point.

Since the beginning of the fight, although Ye Fan had not yet suffered any injury, he had only been dodging Wu He-Rong's attacks.

With a passive strategy like that, defeat was inevitable.

Mr. Chu, you have to win~

Chen Ao and company started praying in their hearts for Ye Fan's victory.

But, as mere spectators, they had no idea that Wu He-Rong was mentally breaking apart.

Just then, he was on the verge of going insane with rage.

Since the beginning of the fight, Wu He-Rong had already thrown a dozen punches and a dozen kicks. But his young opponent had slipped past all his attacks like an eel.

Clearly, each and every time, he had nearly hit Ye Fan. But, in the end, all of his attacks had merely brushed past his opponent's body.

Until now, he had never even touched the clothes Ye Fan was wearing.

"I don't believe this!"

"I am the Blood Wolf King, Wu He-Rong!

You think I can't kill a brat like you?”

Wu He-Rong was in the throes of rage. His eyes had turned red and they were making him look like a blood-frenzied wolf.

The Blood Wolf King was a renowned figure in the Western underworld.