A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1311

"Give yourself an honorable death by killing yourself," said the middle-aged man coolly as he stood before the cave.

His voice was as quiet and calm as the surface of an unrippled lake.

He had suggested suicide as if he had been commenting about the weather.

It was as if the loss of a life was something unimportant that happened every day.

His calmly spoken words sent waves of shock rippling in everyone.

"What the hell?! What bold words!"

"Did he just throw a sword in front of a stranger and tell him to kill himself?"

"You know what that means? He doesn't give a rat's ass about Ye Fan!"

"My goodness. You can't possibly get cooler than this."

A few in the group were visibly affected by the middle-aged man's confident and bold words.

No one cared how powerful he was when compared to Ye Fan.

When it came to pretending to look cool, he had Ye Fan thoroughly thrashed.

At least, when it came to posturing, Ye Fan had lost.

"He must be as powerful as Ye Fan to be able to speak so boldly."

"Seems like we're going to get a good show out of this."

In spite of their shock, the crowd seemed eager to watch how the events were going to unfold. They kept their distance and watched on with anticipation.

No one noticed the frown that had appeared on Mike Jones' face the moment that stranger had appeared. His eyes had not left the middle-aged man since the latter's arrival.

He seemed puzzled and like he was thinking about something.

His lips moved quietly as he murmured to himself.

"Indra...an Indian who is at least a grandmaster..."

The look on Mike Jones' face darkened as information that he went through the information that he knew about the Indian martial arts circle in his head.

Finally, a man's name appeared in his head suddenly like a bolt of lightning.

Alarm and horror filled his eyes as he gasped aloud.

"Is he...is he the most powerful martial artist in India, Brahma? The man who's known as Indra?"

Mike Jones' words exploded like a bomb amongst their midst, sending shockwaves flooding the area.

Loud gasps erupted in the silence.

The men behind him started talking at the same time.

"What?"

"Are you telling me that he's the legendary prodigy of India? The first martial arts genius that India has seen in five centuries? The most powerful martial artist in South Asia? You're saying that he's Brahma, the man who's known as Indra?"

"Heavens!"

"How is that possible?"

"Why would a martial artist in the Sky Ranking appear here?"

A heated discussion spread like wildfire in the crowd. Everyone was alarmed.

They stared with wide, disbelieving eyes at the ordinary looking man before them.

Waves of shock swelled within them.

They couldn't believe that a tiny battle over spirit energy fruits had drawn the attention of a supreme grandmaster.

The second most powerful martial artist in Asia?

A man who was only second to the God of War, a pillar of China?

Lu Yan-Xi and Lv Hua gasped sharply when they heard that.

Before they had voiced their queries, they had known from everyone else's reactions that Brahma wasn't any ordinary martial artist.

But they had not expected him to be so powerful that he was second only to the God of War.

That meant that the other pillars of China wouldn't be able to beat Indra in a fight.

Kong Ming wasn't done though. He continued talking.

"That's not why Indra is an incredible warrior. He is most well-known for the record that he's created. He was the first and is the only person who's been made a supreme grandmaster after thirty years as a grandmaster. The God of War took fifty years to transform himself from an ordinary man to a supreme grandmaster. But the leap from grandmaster to supreme grandmaster had taken him thirty-five years. Indra had taken only thirty."

"Of course, he had taken thirty years to become a grandmaster in the first place. The years of training he had needed to transform from a beginner in martial arts to a supreme grandmaster far exceeded the fifty years the God of War had taken. The God of War won him on that count.

But the fact that he had only taken thirty years to progress from grandmaster to supreme grandmaster was a feat that had shaken the entire martial arts circle," said Kong Ming. Lu Yan-Xi and Lv Hua were reeling back with disbelief and incredulity as they listened to him.

Awe and respect filled their eyes as they turned and stared at Indra.

"But Elder Kong, if he's that amazing, why do we know so little of him in the Chinese martial arts circle? Few people seem to speak about him at all," asked a puzzled Lv Hua.

They were neighboring countries. They should have heard of such a powerful martial artist.

Yet, in spite of the years that they had spent in the Chinese martial arts circle, they had not heard of any of Indra's feats or achievements. Something didn't seem right at all.

Kong Ming seemed visibly upset when he heard Lv Hua's question. His fingers

tightened into fists.

"No one in China will mention his name. That's because the mention of his name invokes nothing but shame and hate to us Chinese martial artists. His name invokes memories of intense shame and dishonor!"

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