The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1317

Ye Fan's fist charged towards Brahma.

As his fist thrusted forward, the force of his punch sent waves rippling in the air. They were akin to waves surging from the ocean upon the crashing of a boulder into its depths.

Alarmed, Brahma raised his sword and blocked the blow.

Ye Fan's fist smashed into Brahma's blade.

Amidst a thunderous rumble, a wave of incredible power erupted from the center of the fight and surged outward with the force of a tsunami.

The two fighters were shoved back from the force of their collision.

No matter what, Brahma had blocked Ye Fan's punch.

"I was wondering how powerful your moves might be. It seems that they're nothing much. I managed to block your blow while using only half of my usual strength. If I had used my full strength, you wouldn't have been able to budge me at all!" said Brahma as he smirked.

No one noticed the tremors still rippling down his blade.

Nor did they notice the blood on his palm, staining the skin between his thumb and index finger.

He wasn't doing as well as he had claimed.

No one noticed the wariness and suspicion hidden beneath Brahma's veneer of calmness.

Ye Fan's bizarre moves and incredible strength had vastly surpassed his expectations.

The techniques that the young man had unleashed had shocked him.

He had been frustrated and infuriated by Ye Fan's evasions and dodges. Now that Ye Fan had begun to mount an offensive, it was clear that he was as powerful as Brahma was.

Brahma finally felt the very real threat that Ye Fan could pose to his life.

But he wasn't at the end of his rope yet. He still had a trump card up his sleeve.

Yet, Brahma also knew that even if he were to use that trump card of his and gave his all to kill the young man before him, he would have to pay a heavy price for his victory.

He would be utterly spent and perhaps even injured.

That wasn't something that Brahma wanted at all.

He wasn't here to have a battle to the death with a strange young man. He was here for treasure.

Having considered his numerous concerns, Brahma's urge to murder Ye Fan began to fade away.

All he wanted now was for Ye Fan to give up the fight willingly.

That had been why he had feigned composure just now. He had wanted Ye Fan to know that he had hit a brick wall and to turn back.

Yet, things didn't always unfold as one planned.

Ye Fan appeared unfazed by Brahma's cold smirk.

He steadied his feet, then charged at Brahma again with his fists swinging.

"Is that so? Well, I look forward to seeing the great Indra at his full strength!"

Mild laughter rose in the air and was swept away by the wind.

His second wave of attacks arrived the next moment.

It was more fearsome than his first.

Ye Fan's fists shot out and his arms swung forcefully. Within the span of a few breaths, he had unleashed thousands of punches.

Basked in golden light and with a dragon lingering at his back, Ye Fan looked like a demon that had just stepped out of the depths of hell.

He roared as he unleashed a flurry of attacks at Brahma.

He had no sword and no need of one.

He had become the most powerful weapon on this earth.

The Dragon God Body had turned his bones into steel.