The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1668

Ye Fan did not back away. Instead, he dashed toward his foe with his back bare.

Underthe blaze of the midday sun, his exposed skin shimmered with speckles of gold. The ground shook with the heavy, rhythmic footfalls of his sprint that grew with urgent haste.

From afar, it appeared like two gigantic figures of gold charging toward each other like two savage beasts to claim dominion over each other.

The explosive force with which the combatants dashed forward caused the crowd to hold their breath in fear.

“He must die! He must!” Chu Qitian growled as he clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into the flesh of his palm.

I hope Dad beats him into a pulp!

The crowd watched anxiously as both combatants had engaged the Dragon God Body and were about to clash for the first time.

When the charging figures were close enough to one another, Ye Fan threw out a fist that immediately found its mark.

With the help of the physiological enhancements of the Dragon God Body, every muscle and bone in his body hardened to such an extent that no weapon in the world was its match at that moment.

As the crowd gaped in stunned silence, the steel fists of both combatants met with a shock wave that knocked the planets out of alignment from the sonic boom it sent through the stratosphere.

This is what a collision between Mars and Earth must feel like!

The terrifying wave of energy from the force of two dying stars shot out in every other direction, centering around the impact from both fists.

As the crowd began to wonder aloud if they had witnessed the demise of Ye Fan, they soon realized they were wrong when the dust settled.

He did not appear to have any trace of being worn down. As a matter of fact, he did not even lose his footing.

Standing proudly upright, his body of steel rang with an unnaturally deep reverberation as he absorbed the force delivered by his foe without a scratch.

“He... he actually blocked it?”

“How is that possible?”

Aaron and his entourage were so in awe of the youth that had gone head-to-head against the patriarch of the Chu family that they involuntarily gasped as one.

“What kind of sorcery is going on?”

“Great Emperor Aaron, weren't you confident with the inevitability of that young man's demise?”

“How is it possible for him to block the full force of the Chu patriarch's Dragon God Body?”

The volume of chatter grew as the group voiced their wonderment out loud.

Aaron's upper lip twitched with annoyance. “How the hell would I know? Just shut up and watch the fight. You never know, the young man may fall by the very next strike.”

With every collision between the combatants producing increasingly unexpected outcomes, the

group no doubt felt the same.

After all, they were ashamed to accept a boy with scarcely a mustache had fought Chu Zhengliang like an equal.

Elders like me have been training for decades longer than Ye Fan and have lesser than he to show for it! After an entire lifetime dedicated to my craft, I have the misfortune of witnessing so young a talent completely surpassing the achievements I spent a lifetime striving for. How embarrassing!

Ye Fan blocked Chu Zhengliang's first strike easily. And the second. And the third.

After several dozen strikes from Chu Zhengliang's increasingly desperate fists, he maintained the ferocity of his defense.

Yet another legendary exchange!

With one last almighty effort, Chu Zhengliang delivered an unusually vicious strike only to have Ye Fan deflect it in an equally forceful parry. The powerful impact was redirected in such a manner that both men flew backward ten paces each, as if an invisible bomb had gone off between them.

As Chu Zhengliang stumbled to find his footing, the scowl between his brows deepened.

“Again, you little sh*t,” Chu Zhengliang shouted. “Give me your best shot. I am determined to crush you today.”

With a massive step, he lunged toward Ye Fan like a starving wolf.